Obsession (Stalker #1) (2 page)

Abby, Abby, Abby. God, this woman is beautiful. It really was spur of the moment, my offer to drive her home. I was having a shit night to begin with, dealing with my ex-wife over our three year old daughter, Isabelle. Why does this woman want to make my life a living hell? Izzy means the world to me. I think it’s because of her that I feel so strongly for Abby now more than I ever have before.

I hate watching Abby being accosted by homeless crack addicts. I don’t like seeing it happen to any female staff, but Abby is special. She’s a five foot five, brown haired, hazel brown eyed beauty who doesn’t know how beautiful she is. What a sin. I want her so bad that the erection in my pants is making me walk a little funny.

At the Jeep, I help her up, and of course, cop a feel –
hey, her ass is fuckin’ edible in those jeans
! I want to feel it and something tells me she doesn’t mind. Her place is only a few blocks away and used to be an old Victorian-style mansion that has since been converted into apartments. Thank God, she has her own parking space, even though she doesn’t have a car because now I don’t have to park in the alley.

Her apartment is on the first floor. I don’t like that at all. At this point, I just take it all in and save it for another day because I’m not about to ruin anything that’s about to happen between me and this beauty.

We get inside her apartment and it’s bigger than I thought it would be with its vaulted ceilings and two levels. On the first level is her living room, kitchen and dining room, which means her bedroom and bathroom are upstairs. This is one nice apartment. The paint and décor are neutral and her furniture is made up nicely of pieces from Ikea.
I fuckin’ hate Ikea. Do you know how hard that shit is to put together?
Makes me wonder, did she have help or did she do it herself? I spot a little pet bed on the floor near the couch, embellished with a pattern of cat faces all over it. There is only one kind of pussy that I’m down with, and that ain’t it!

I walk over to her bookshelves and she has her books organized in the weirdest way I’ve ever seen books organized. Top shelf is for, ‘HOLY FUCK THAT WAS FUNNY!’ I look to see what makes her laugh and see a multitude of Tara Sivec books. Shelf two is labeled, ‘HOLY FUCK THAT MADE ME CRY.’ Shelf three reads, ‘HOLY FUCK THAT WAS JACKED UP AND I MAY NEED THERAPY.’ Shelf four displays, ‘HOLY FUCK THAT MADE ME HORNY.’

“Do you read, Jake?”

I’m bending down to see her books. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Jake, since you’re fingering my book collection, I was wondering if you read?”

I’m sorry, but did she just say fingering?
Oh no, a mental image of me fingering her instantly pops in my head and I’m grinning like an idiot. I’m positive the bulge in my jeans is noticeable because I see her eyes checking me out.

“Abby, let’s sit down.”

She looks nervous. “I’m going to grab us a drink,” she says shyly, sauntering her sexy ass back into the kitchen.

I can hear her making a ruckus in the kitchen and then she starts hollering for Oreo. The fattest black and white cat I’ve ever seen comes running across the floor in front me and starts sliding on his belly into the kitchen. I can’t help but chuckle at the massive fur ball sliding on his belly. Holy shit! He’s pretty fast for a cat of his size. I can’t help but notice the black heart on his nose.

She’s back out with a Rye and Coke for me and a glass of white wine for herself. She sets everything on the coffee table and excuses herself to go to the bathroom. I have no doubt in my mind, she is getting ready for me. But before she leaves, she warns me. “Jake, no matter what you do, never touch Oreo’s ears or tail.”

She looks rather serious, so I agree.

      I just won’t touch him at all.

Abby goes to the washroom and strips herself naked and stands looking in the mirror. This is what I like to call her routine before she fucks. She gets out her little pipe and puts some weed in it and takes a few hits. She brushes her teeth, applies a bit of deodorant and grabs a washcloth for her whore’s bath. No need to need to Google that shit, I’ll tell you what it means. She’s cleaning that sweet pussy for him, making sure she’s nice and fresh. She spritzes her favorite perfume, Dolce and Gabbana Light Blue, and squirts a mist in the air and walks through it.

God, this woman’s body is a sin. She’s not petite, she’s not large, she’s got fantastic tits, hips, and ass and her legs are fucking perfect. Her feet are always manicured with red painted toenails. She brushes her long brown hair and then applies a touch of mascara and curls her lashes. She bats her eyes in the mirror and smiles sweetly to herself. She’s almost ready for him.

She rushes out of the bathroom to her bedroom and changes into boxer shorts and a tank top, minus the bra. She makes her bed and smiles again.
Fuck me.
She’s never looked this excited to fuck a guy. Docking her iPod in the sound system, she scrolls her playlist. With a look of satisfaction, she gives her room one more look over. I hear what sounds like, “In
the Air Tonight”
by Phil Collins coming through the vents. What is it about this guy? I see her go over and give her cat, Oreo, some scratches behind his ears as he rolls onto his belly. Man, that is a fat cat. I better check to make sure she isn’t feeding that thing actual Oreos. She makes her way back downstairs to some fuckin’ dude I’ve never seen before, and she is smiling. I better make myself comfortable for this.

I figure I need a drink to watch whatever is about to go down. I head over to the kitchen, grab a bottle of Jack Daniel’s whiskey, pour three fingers worth and add some ice. I love how the cold burn runs smoothly down the back of my throat. I get into my wing back leather chair and watch my computer screen.

I watch as Abby makes her way back downstairs.

To him.

“Oh God, I feel so much better!” I say to Jake, plopping myself back on the couch, while dressed in my new outfit of boxer shorts and tank top. I watch as Jake swallows hard and closes his eyes for a minute. I know he can’t take much more, so I sip my wine and wait to see how long it will take. I’m pretty sure nothing says, ‘Hey, I’m down to fuck like nobody’s business,’ like a complete outfit change into something which leaves me practically naked before him. My sexy playlist is playing on the speakers I have situated around my apartment. I always need to be surrounded by my tunes.

I slide closer to Jake, gently leaning on him. He pulls me closer. I relax into him and sip my wine while he rubs his fingers slowly and gently up and down my arms. I’m a little bit ticklish and goose bumps are now rampant everywhere on my body. My nipples harden at just the touch of his fingers on my arm. I hear him mutter something, but I can’t make it out.
It could have been, ‘Fuck me; I’m in trouble,’ but I‘m not sure.

I figure now is as good a time as any, so before I ask, I take in a deep breath. “Why now?” Zero head to mouth filter, but I want to know.

I figure it is only a matter of time before something happens between us. We flirt shamelessly and the sexual innuendos are rampant.

“Why not now? If you don’t want anything to happen, then we don’t have to do anything except talk.”

Why not now…
Hmmmm, I’ve never really been one to think things through all the way and I have a tendency to leap before I look. I just need to say one thing and I’ll be good to go.

“Don’t hurt me, got it?”

“Abby, look at me when I say this because I’m as serious as a heart attack when I promise you, I will never intentionally hurt you.”

He means what he says. You can’t fake that. I’m so ready at this point. No more talking is needed. I feel Jake is wearing too many clothes and I’m so ready to fuck him. I need to do something to move this along. I put my feet up under my butt and turn so I can look right into his hazel green eyes
- wait, why the fuck do they look black right now?
His pupils are so dilated. I know he wants me.

I whisper softly, “Jake, I’m ready and I want you.”

That’s all he needs to hear because he brushes the strands of hair from my face and pulls me in close. I close my eyes. I feel his soft lips press against mine and it makes me tingly everywhere. He slowly licks around my lips and then kisses them softly again. This guy is killing me. I press myself closer to him like a cat in heat and find I am straddling his lap. He cups my face with his big strong hands and pulls my face to his.

“Abby, open your eyes and look at me.”

The tone of his voice is commanding, but soft, and I feel compelled to do exactly as he says so I open my eyes.

“Abby, I’ve had feelings for you for quite some time and I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen and I want you. Right here, right now, I want you. I want every inch of you. I know you think you are controlling this situation right now, but that’s about to change.”

Oh my shit!
He has feelings for me and he thinks I’m beautiful. No man has ever called me beautiful and made me feel like they actually meant it. All the lines I’ve heard by men are a means so they can get off. I believe Jake’s words, and the look on his face tells me he is absolutely serious.

“Ok, Jake, I’m yours for the taking,” I say, rubbing myself on his erection, feeling the friction through my boxers.

“Abby, listen to me, I’m going to make sweet, sweet fuckin’ love to you. This is going to change everything. Can you handle that?”

“Yes, Jake. God, yes, please. Take me”

He pulls my face to him and kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever felt in my life. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, gently at first, and then goes deep, swirling his tongue with mine. I gyrate my now drenched boxers on his erection-filled jeans. Jake pulls back, leaving me breathless.

“Abby, I’m only a man and if you keep rubbing that delicious pussy of yours all over my cock, I’m going to come in my jeans.”

A slow smile spreads across my face. I guess this makes me think I am still in control, but I am about to find out how wrong I am about that. Jake grabs me by my hips to still me while looking into my eyes. He looks like a rabid animal ready to attack me.
Fuckin’ attack me, baby!
In one move, Jake slides me off of him. I’m now lying on my back on the couch.

“Abby, I’m about to make you feel things you’ve only read about in your books.”

He stands and starts removing his jeans and T-shirt, chucking them to the floor.
Boxer briefs, nice.
He gets down on his knees beside the couch. He spreads my legs open while his fingers are finding their way to my soaked as sin boxers.

“We better get you out of these wet boxers.”

He pulls down my boxers and removes my top as I lift my arms above my head. I lay back on the couch.

“Baby, you are so fuckin’ beautiful. I don’t even know where to start with you. I want you to enjoy this so I’m going to start from the bottom and work my way up. Are you ready? I need you to be ready.”

Am I ready? Fuck, YES!
I’m more ready than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Jake, please don’t make me beg.”

Jake starts massaging my feet and I think I feel my lady bits tingle just from his touch. Sweet Jesus, that feels fucking fantast-
uh, whoa… Is he? Did he? Oh my shit!
Nobody has ever done this to me before and a huge gasp escapes my lips. Jake is sucking and nibbling on my fucking toes and it feels like he’s licking and nibbling on a million different nerve endings.
Sweet Jesus, who fuckin’ knew?
Jake is massaging my foot while sucking on my toes and I feel like I’m going to come. No fucking way.

“Oh, my God, Jake, that feels, it feels so good and if you don’t stop, I might come.”

He looks up at me from my toes and grins.  “Abby, don’t ever hold back with me; if you want to come, then come, but, I want you to tell me every time you’re about to, got me?”

“Mmmmhmmmm, don’t stop.”

Jake starts working on my other foot, massaging it, and then more toe sucking and nibbling. And then I feel it start. My toes start to curl in his mouth.

“Abby, do you want to come, baby? Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh, my God! Yesssssss!”

My legs quiver, and Jake removes my toes from his mouth. He pushes my legs open and one leg drops to the floor, leaving me spread eagle before him.

“Jake, please…!”

He shoves his entire face into my sopping wet pussy, groaning and lapping up my flowing juices. I feel his tongue circle my clit, my toes curl and I scream, “Oh, my fucking God, Jake, I’m coming!” He sticks two fingers inside my pussy and I contract around them while he’s still circling and licking my clit with his tongue.

Jake is pumping me hard with those two fingers and I feel like I’m getting fucked six ways from Sunday. Except, we haven’t fucked yet! I start to come down from an orgasm unlike any other I’ve ever experienced. I feel spent. Jake is still lapping up my juices, making sure to lick along my trembling thighs.

“Abby? Hey Abby, are you ok?”

I think I passed the fuck out!
“Did I just pass the fuck out?”

Jake smiles sweetly. “Yup, you did. And I’m not done with you yet, baby.”

Oh my, ok, let’s do this!
Jake takes his boxer briefs off and his erection springs free, and holy fuck, does he ever have a beautiful cock! Sweet Jesus, I didn’t think cocks could be beautiful, but, damn! I slowly lick my lips.
I want that cock in my mouth right now.

Jake laughs, “Ok.”

Wait, did I say that out loud
?

“Abby, open your sweet mouth, baby.”

I do as I’m told. Opening my mouth, he slides himself in making us both groan. He sounds like an animal and I want to be attacked by him. I suck, slurp, and slide my hand all around his cock. I swirl my tongue around the tip and taste his pre-come.
Mmmmmm.
I’ve never thought of come as delicious, but his tastes like... Salty deliciousness. I need to feel him inside me.

“Jake, I need to feel you inside me.” He looks down at me, watching as I shower his cock with sweet little licks and kisses.

“We need a bed, let’s go upstairs.”

I stand and grab his hand and off to the bedroom we go! Padding up the stairs in our bare feet in all our nakedness, I lead Jake into my bedroom. We pass the bathroom.

“Do I smell pot?” Jake asks, sniffing.

Oh, for fuck’s sakes, does it matter? “
Yes, Jake, I smoke pot sometimes. Is that a problem?” He smiles at me while I’m walking backwards, holding onto both his hands. I’m pretty sure I’m smiling like an idiot from that orgasm.

“No, it’s not a problem, but next time maybe you can offer me some.”

He moves me so that the backs of my knees hit my bed. I fall back onto the mattress. Jake is standing and looking at me like I am his last meal and it makes me shiver.

“Jake, I need you.” This man is making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

“Abby, I don’t have any condoms.”

“Are you clean? I am, plus I’m on the Mirena and due to my endometriosis, I can’t get pregnant.”

“Endo-what?” Jake questions, looking puzzled.

“Look, we can talk about that later, but I’m clean and can’t get pregnant, ok? I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Jake nods, smiles and climbs on top of me and his weight feels fantastic. His body is pressed against me and he starts kissing me again. I normally don’t enjoy kissing, but he knows what the fuck he’s doing. He rubs his cock along my now wet-again, throbbing pussy.
Oh. My. God, I might come again. Nooooo!

“Jake, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” He thrusts his cock inside my pussy just as I am starting to orgasm.

“Abby, look at me, baby. I want to see your beautiful eyes on mine when you come.”

I open my eyes to look at him and the look on his face is one I’m not used to. Adoration? I’m not sure. It doesn’t matter right now because rockets are shooting off in my body, and I can feel my pussy contracting around his rock hard cock, stretching me out. I’ve never felt this full of pleasure in all my life. Jake continues to pump into me and my orgasm rolls into another. I scream a murderous scream and mutter God only knows what kind expletives.

“Oh my God, Abby, you have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen, tasted, and been inside, baby,” Jake mutters, releasing a groan of his own.

I start to shake and out of nowhere I start crying.
What. The. Fuck.
It’s not a full on hysterical cry, but tears are streaming down my face. When Jake notices, I see the concern on his face.

“I’m ok. I’ve just never felt anything like that before and I think I got overwhelmed.”

Le Petit Mort.
It means The Little Death. Some women have been known to cry, pass out, and have really strong emotional responses to orgasms.
Well, I’ve never. I thought that shit was a fuckin’ jok
e! Who knew that I’d be this responsive to Jake? I’ve never had any kind of orgasm like this in my life. Closest was probably a simultaneous combination of toys; a bullet with a vibrator has always worked. But, not like this.

This man, who has no batteries, shatters me.