Stalked For Love (8 page)

As our tongues and bodies merged, he and I both moaned loudly, from such a deep and gratifying penetration. This breach was not like the last, this was hard and unforgiving, and I loved every second of it. He was so far inside of me, it was as if he didn’t want to come back out. I could tell from his small hard thrusts, that he would
not
be withdrawing from me too much.

He palmed my ass, pulling me closer to him as I arched my neck back at the fullness I felt. As he sucked and nipped at my neck while he groaned into me. He never hesitated to go deeper, so we both could enjoy the full benefit of his entire cock, being submerged in my contracting cunt. I was so full of him, a part of me felt as if he’d touch my core. I cried out until I was damned near hoarse, as he catapulted me and my entire body into a state of unimaginable bliss. I could feel him everywhere.  Inside me, outside me, inside me again and again.
Damn, professor!!

I couldn’t complain, as he repeatedly stroked my g-spot, driving me mad with pleasure, while sucking, biting and kissing my lips. His slow, sharp thrusts took me higher, as he took me over and over. “Oh GOD, Thomas… OH GOD!” I yelled, as I dug my nails into his back, and he moaned loudly, gripping my hair. As my body tightened and released around him in a piercing death grip.
Yes, Yes, Yessss!!!

I opened my eyes to see him biting down on my bottom lip while growling, as he continued to soak up my cries. He was flushed, sweat dripping from his brow, while he moaned and trembled, as pure pleasure took over his body.

“Oh, Jess…Jessica.” he muttered and then groaned. He lowered his head, sucking my nipple into his mouth, making me dazed as I cried out.

“Oh Thomas, please, take me,” I mewled, completely overwhelmed, and in complete surrender.

“Oh, Fuckkkkk,” he roared, and began to thrust again, as his warm release entered me. We both just laid there, sweaty and sated, trembling and panting hard. He was still on top of me, and I could even feel the scorching heat of his seed through the condom.

“I think…that was the most…intense orgasm…of my entire life, Jessica.” In honor of one of my favorite films, all I could do was reenact a scene, or a
word
if you will, from the film
Ghost,
and say “Ditto.” Because I was rendered completely speechless.

After we had sex, he went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. When he came back, he pulled me into his arms, and we cuddled. He held me close, as I drew patterns on his chest, which was lightly covered in hair. We stayed that way for seconds, minutes, maybe even an hour, and I actually felt comfortable.
Maybe too comfortable.

I could feel his nose buried in my hair, and he breathed so calmly, as if we’d done this a hundred times before. I felt sated, exhausted and somewhat dizzy, but I could still go another round with him, but I doubt that we would. The more I touched him, the more I found myself beginning to feel a little out of place. Being here with him like this, lounging around like old lovers. “I like that you said my name,” he muttered into my hair.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“When you came, you screamed out, Thomas,” he replied.

“I did…It is a good name, but like I said before, I like professor as well,” I teased.

“Me too, Jess,” he muttered, and placed long lingering kiss on my head. I kissed his chest, sat up, and looked at him, while he looked back at me. I could tell he was comfortable, oddly comfortable. But he looked so adorable, in his post orgasmic haze. I leaned forward and kissed his lips, lingering for a few moments, before pulling back. I then headed into the bathroom, unbashful, and completely in the nude.

When I came back out, he had his boxer briefs on, and he had gathered my clothes and heels on the chair near the dresser. I headed over and grabbed my underwear, and he came and took them from me, backing up with a wicked grin on his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked, holding my thong behind his back, while grinning playfully.

“I was umm, going to my room now,” I smiled.

“I want you to stay,” he quickly stated, as he walked towards me, his eyes pleading. 

“You do?”

“Yes, stay as long as you want,” he told me.

“Are you going to give me my underwear?” I pursed my lips at him, challenging him.

“I don’t think you need them,” he smirked. As I reached for them, he held them up over his head. I jumped once to get them as we both started laughing at each other. He then moved closer to me, and his arm wrapped around my waist, and he kissed me. I kissed him back as his other hand cupped the back of my head, holding me close to his mouth. Our passionate kissing had quickly turned into something else entirely, as I was lifted and slammed against the wall.

We devoured each other’s mouths. My hands tugging his hair, and his hands gripping my behind, spreading me open. I suddenly felt the tip of his cock, sliding against my wetness, as I moaned into his mouth.

“I told you… you don’t need them, baby,” he muttered against my mouth, as he tilted me towards his hardness, and I could feel the heat against me on contact.
Yes please!

“I guess you were right, maybe I don’t need them,” I groaned.

“I won’t object,” he moaned, and in one long hard thrust, he pressed himself inside me, all the way to the hilt.

“Take me, professor. My God…take me,” I moaned, pulling his hair and tilting his head. I kissed him hard, sucking his tongue, tasting him, while tasting me. I tightened my legs around him, pushing him deeper inside me, as he growled against my mouth.

“Just like that, baby,” he groaned. There we were, up against the wall, kissing and humping like monkeys. Very loud moaning filled his room, and it couldn’t be helped. Heated desire, skin slapping against skin, moisture dripping from the both of us, creating an intensity of pleasure unknown. We were treading dangerous territory, having unprotected sex like this… but it was too damn good to stop.

“
Goddamn
, I can’t stop,” he growled, as he pulled me closer, delving deeper, as I felt my body contracting around him.

“Don’t stop!” I moaned loudly, as he grabbed my hair, entangling his hand into it and kissed me again. He kissed me deeply, moving my head around, controlling the kiss as I took all that he had to give. He pushed and pulled me up and down on him with his powerful hard thrusts. The sound of moisture and liquids building where our bodies met. I didn’t want him to stop, this was too good.

“Oh yessss, mmm,” I moaned, as I began to shatter around him.
Oh fuck!

“Jess, are you on the pill baby?” He growled against my mouth.
I’m sorry…are you talking to me? I don’t even know my own name at the moment.
“Jessica?” He growled.

“No, I’m not on anything… Oh God,” I cried, as he grazed my neck with his teeth.

“I want you, to have my baby?” He whispered into my neck.

“What?” I cried.
What did he just say?

“I want to come inside you. Tell me I can.”

“I want to feel all of you, please,” I moaned, as we kissed again. 

“Oh Jess,” he sighed, as he reached his release. It was like he’d literally left his body and reached the sun, as he released and
released inside me. He moaned and gripped me tighter, kissing me, and licking me. I felt his scorching hot seed deep inside me, as he filled me up. When he looked up at me, there was something different about the intensity in his eyes. He looked as if he was just awakened from a very long slumber.

“Thomas… are you alright?” I asked him, as we tried to catch our breath, and he slowly pulled me off the wall. He kissed my lips, closed his eyes, and lowered his head to mine while breathing hard.

“I’m alright, Jess, more than alright.”

“That’s good, I was worried for a second,” I suddenly realized that he was still inside me, and I moaned softly, as he moved to pull out of me.

“If you keep making those sounds, I won’t pull out of you, baby.” He groaned, and I could feel his semi-hard erection trying to regain life.

“Maybe we should rest a bit, you are quite overwhelming, Professor.”

“So are you, Jessica.” He then carried me over to the bed, and sat me on my feet. He then handed me my underwear, and grabbed his.
When did he take those off?

“So, I can put my underwear back on now?” I teased.

“I think that would be wise, before I take you again,” he smiled and winked at me. After a quick trip to the bathroom to clean myself up, I put my underwear back on and washed my face.

My makeup was a mess, literally. When I exited the bathroom, he’d grabbed a robe and was holding it open for me. I knew deep inside that I was ruined for other men, there will never be another one like Thomas. I smiled and slipped it on, tied the robe around me, and sat on his bed, and checked the time on my phone. It was already two in the morning and I was in utter shock.

“Are you hungry, Jess?”

“Yes, I think all that we ate earlier was depleted,” I giggled.

“I agree. Get dressed.”

“What? Where are we going?” I asked him, incredulously.

“It’s a surprise. Now come on, let’s get some food,” he smiled.

“I hope we won’t be gone too long, I need a few hours of sleep. I have a lunch date at two o’clock this afternoon,” I murmured, as I started to get dressed.

“A lunch date. I hope it’s with a woman?” He asked, with a little
base
in his voice.

“It is. Why Professor, you’re not
jealous
are you?” I teased.

“I don’t get jealous, because I don’t share. I know who I want Jess, and that’s
you
,” he deadpanned.
Wow, ugh, o….k.

“So, does that mean that you want to see me again?” I asked nervously, as he walked over to me, with my heels in his hands. He kneeled down in front of me, and held out my shoe as I placed my foot inside the heel. Then he held out the other, and I placed my other foot inside. He kissed my legs, and ran his hands slowly over both legs, mesmerized. Before he placed his face near my upper thigh and inhaled deeply, basking in the scent of us. 

“Of course I want to see you again. Is that a problem?” He looked up at me, smiling. I smiled back, and shrugged.

“Um, maybe it is. I don’t live around here anymore, I live maybe twenty miles away now.”

“I have a few cars, and I do have something called a GPS, Jess,” he said drily.

“Oh, so you’re funny now.” I walked away from him, but he pulled my hand, and gently tugged me towards him, holding me close.

“Sorry.”

“For what?” I exhaled.

“For not being funny,” as he pursued his lips I leaned forward and kissed them quickly.

“I want you, baby, and I hope you want me?” He then kissed my lips softly.

“I do, I always did,” I admitted, and we kissed again, deeply. Then he grabbed my hand, and led me to the door. We headed out of the room, walking down the hall, hand in hand. He looked at me and smiled as we reached the elevator. He pressed the down button, before he leaned over and kissed me quickly. “Am I even going to see the inside of the room I booked tonight?” I asked and laughed.

“I seriously doubt it,” he teased. We headed out of the hotel, and he handed the valet his ticket. As we stood there, I leaned on him and his arm tightened around my waist. “I know you’re tired, baby,” he muttered in my hair, as he inhaled deeply.

“I am. Very tired.” I heard a car approaching, and saw it was a black Range Rover truck. He opened my door and I climbed inside, as he held me up from behind. Then we were off, to some unknown destination that was supposed to be a surprise for me. I ended up falling asleep after fifteen minutes on the road, and sometime later, I awakened to his voice and a kiss on my lips.

“Wake up baby, Jess?” I was tired, I could barely keep my eyes open. As he leaned in, and picked me up from the truck, I flickered my eyes opened.

“Where are we?” I asked, half sleep, as he started to walk towards a house, carrying me as if I weighed nothing.

“My house, baby. You can sleep while I make us something to eat,” he said. A few minutes later, he was laying me down on a very soft bed, as he took off my dress, and covered me with a sheet and duvet. After he kissed my lips, I immediately fell back to sleep. That’s all I could do, because I was so tired. I was exhausted, and my body was not capable of staying awake any longer. When I felt him pulling me closer to his warm, naked body. I turned and nuzzled into him and just enjoyed the feeling of being in his arms, if only for a night.

I awakened hours later and smiled to see that I was still wrapped his arms. I looked around, and slowly realized that we were no longer at the hotel.
He really did bring me to his house, but why?
I slowly moved his arm and went to find the bathroom, which was right off the master bedroom we were in.

This bathroom was the size of my small living room, with dual sinks, and checkered tile flooring. It was such a lovely bathroom. I looked around at his enormous shower, and saw there was an actual marble bench inside, with multiple small water jets aligned on the wall. My eyes then widened at the huge showerhead in the center of the ceiling that would definitely get the job done by itself.

Who knew that there were so many options for something as basic as cleaning your body? All I’d ever seen was one showerhead, while living at home, and a communal shower at our rented house. But this was on a whole other level. Well good for him. I guess being a professor really did pay well.

Maybe I should have majored in education, instead of science and English. I emptied my bladder and washed my face, and saw a spare toothbrush he’d set on the counter for me, next to his. It was white and purple, and still in the plastic, and I smiled.

I brushed my teeth, and realized that I was practically naked. He must have undressed me last night, because I stood in front of the mirror in only my underwear. I walked back out of the bathroom, to see him still sleeping soundly. I then grabbed my purse, found my dress, and headed out of the room.

I walked down the long hall, passing many doors, then went down the stairs, and after two wrong turns, found the kitchen. It was a massive kitchen, with dual ovens, and a huge range stove. I loved that there was color in the kitchen, and not the typical stainless steel appliances. The cabinets were black with red handles, made with a shiny wood that I wasn’t familiar with. But it had an odd antique look to it, and I liked it.

I walked to the back door, and looked out the curtain. It was such a sunny day. I turned the knob, opening the door, and the alarm suddenly went off. The noise was so loud that I had to cover my ears. I quickly slammed the door closed, and began to pace the kitchen, with my ears covered.

I just didn’t know what to do, so I closed my eyes, and tried to zone the deafening sounds out.

The alarm was suddenly shut off, but the sound still rang in my ears, as I held my hands to my ears in a panic. I felt two hands grab my wrists and I screamed. “Baby, it’s okay, it’s me,” he murmured. I opened my eyes to see Thomas standing before me, concern etched all over his face.

“I’m so sorry. I just wanted to step outside, and smell the fresh air,” I cried, as he held me closely, as he kissed my head repeatedly, while rubbing my back. I hugged him tightly, needing to feel him close to me, his nearness somehow calmed me

“It’s okay. You didn’t know, baby,” he soothed. He pulled back to look at me, and I knew he could see the light tears that ran down my face. “Hey, no crying. It’s okay, you did nothing wrong.” I wanted to believe him, but with the alarm sounding, it had turned me into a tense ball of energy, and I knew he could sense it.

“Hey, the code is 3093, alright?” He murmured, looking into my eyes. He looked like he was still half asleep. His hair was tussled and his eyes a little glossy, but he looked so cute. I always wondered how he’d look in the morning, after a night of passion.

He was always clean, fresh, and dressed so fine during his classes. But as I looked at him now, I liked this look better. I tried not to read into the fact that he’d just given me his alarm code. It wasn’t as if I would actually need to use it, I honestly didn’t think he’d want to see me again after today. My head was clouded with doubt, because I wasn’t sure if I could trust him, yet. I still didn’t know the man, I only knew the professor. 

Things couldn’t become too serious between us, with our given history. Not to mention that many women wanted him, for themselves. He was sexy as hell, well groomed, well read, and he was a professor for Christ sake. He lived comfortably and he was amazing in bed, so what would he want with me? I was just me, and I just would not compete for any man’s attention.

“I’m sorry again, Thomas. That had to be an alarming way to be woken up,” I muttered.

“It was, but it’s okay,” he slowly kissed my lips, before he wiped my tear-stained cheeks and kissed them. “You didn’t eat last night, so I figured I’d cook you breakfast,” he went and pulled out bacon, a carton of eggs, coffee, and coffee filters.

“You know I
was
tired, someone wore me out last night,” I smiled.

“Hmm. I know the feeling, be right back,” he smirked, before he left the kitchen and went down the hall. To what I assumed was another bathroom, because I heard the water running. When he returned, he actually looked refreshed. He came over and kissed me again and I could taste the minty mouthwash, as I kissed him back.
I could get used to his kisses.
 

“You know, professor, we could have stayed at the hotel and had their free breakfast,” I murmured.

“I know. But I wanted you to see my house and I wanted to cook for you,” he explained.

“I see. Well, I have to get my car and meet my best friend before her flight today. What time is it?” I asked, nervous that it was later than it looked outside.

“It’s only nine, you have time, baby.”

“Not much. Where are we?” I asked, as he released me. He then went and pulled out an omelet pan, and a small bowl for the eggs. I went and sat on one of the bar stools in front of his kitchen island.

“Home, my home,” he said, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.

“I know that much, I meant what area do you live in? How far are we from the hotel?”

“Maybe around twenty miles, I live in Lutherville,” he glanced over at me, as my mouth fell open in utter shock.

“You live in, Lutherville?” I asked, bemused.

“Yes, why are you so shocked about that baby?” He asked, perplexed.

“I live here… I mean, I just moved to this area.”

“So we’re neighbors, huh? What an interesting coincidence, are you following me, Miss Moore?” he teased, while smiling at me.

“I don’t follow
anyone.
I think it’s rude and creepy,” I snapped.

“Sounds like you have experience in that area,” he glanced back at me as he pulled out the eggs. If he only knew how much experience I
did
have in that area.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap at you,” I exhaled, completely ignoring his silent question for more information as he stared at me. So, I changed the subject. “So, you’ve lived here long?” I asked, and noticed that he’d turned from filling the coffee maker, and stared at me, totally catching my topic change.

“Maybe five years now, and counting,” he uttered, looking perplexed at me having silent deliberations. The last thing I wanted to do, was to tell him that I had a stalker, while attending the university. That was something I didn’t want to tell anyone else about, since it was
so
hard for my friends to believe it. But ever since I had moved, I hadn’t seen the strange man again, or felt his presence. I took that as a good sign and a chance at a fresh start.

Life was moving along for me, and not in a repetitive circle, like it was while in school. In only a matter of days of graduating college; I’d moved, slept with my Professor, and was about to start a new job. There has been so many changes since I left that area, and I found it to be really amazing, what a nice change of scenery could do for one’s life.