Authors: Jenna Payne
The more I thought about it the more I was sure this was the guy who was making me feel so paranoid, he
was
following me and watching me! He was the guy on my fire escape, too! I paid the bartender for my beer and then went over to where the stalker coffee shop guy sat.
“Hey, can we talk for a minute outside please?” I asked, I was barely restraining the anger in my voice. This pervert could have seen any number of things! Who knew how long he had been stalking me!?
The stalker coffee shop guy nodded once and stood from the stool he was sitting on. I turned and walked outside. I knew he was following me because I felt his presence close behind me. Once we were well enough away from the bar I turned abruptly and caused him to nearly run into me.
“You’ve been stalking me, haven’t you,” I said. I didn’t exactly phrase it as a question, but the guy nodded anyways. His silver eyes were intent on mine as if he was trying to figure out what I was thinking.
“So you’re not going to apologize? You’re just going to nod? I should call the cops you know!” I tried to keep my voice down, but I was so pissed that this guy invaded my privacy I just wanted to let him have it.
“I apologize for unsettling you Melanie…” he was so calm, his voice so smooth and sure, that it infuriated me further.
“Can you at least tell me why you were stalking me?” I yelled and he glanced around at the other people passing us by. We were just another couple of New Yorkers having an argument on the sidewalk. It was mostly normal so not too many heads were turned. The guy had the nerve to take my arm and pull me in the direction of my apartment building.
“We will talk someplace more private; there I will explain to you why I was following you,” I got a little nervous at that point. Here this huge stranger was dragging me towards a private place. Who knew what he would do to me once we were behind closed doors. I yanked my arm out of his grasp and he looked at me with slight annoyance.
“You’re not taking me anywhere you psycho! Okay, I don’t want to know why you were following me. Just stop! The next time I see you I’m calling the police,” I turned my back on him and hurried into my building. I didn’t feel him following me and when I looked over my shoulder he was nowhere to be found. I quickly made my way up to my apartment and checked around me and over my shoulder for any signs of the stalker guy. I breathed a soft sigh of relief when I was safely locked inside of my apartment.
When I turned from the door to face the living room I saw him sitting there on my couch. He looked at me expectantly and my jaw dropped. “How did you…how did you get in here?” I couldn’t even scream, I just stared wide-eyed and hoped like hell he wasn’t some axe murderer.
“I managed to procure a spare key to your apartment. I can assure you that I mean no harm. Please sit so I can tell you why I’ve been following you.”
I had just realized that he had a strange accent, and the way he spoke was almost…robotic. It definitely wasn’t casual. I put both hands on my hips and lifted my chin slightly.
“Well go ahead and explain.”
*****
Josiah
I almost smiled as I watched Melanie tap her foot impatiently on the hardwood floor. She had this pose of defiance and her expression was mostly annoyed. I figured most women in her position would be frightened, but she hid her true emotions well and seemed ready to throw me out of the window if she had to.
“Well are you just going to stare at me or what?”
I smirked and her glare turned into a full-on glower.
“My name is Josiah and I have been…” I trailed off in uncertainty. I could not truly tell her everything, the very basis of my mission was secrecy. I could not go against Lord Rixon’s orders.
“You’ve been what? Why can’t you tell me why you’ve been following me? Are you into like…human trafficking?”
Her words made me take pause. Technically Lord Rixon
did
want to traffic women from Earth so that they would have Rodonian children. Melanie’s eyes widened in horror and she backed away from me cautiously.
“No, I do not want to traffic you. I simply cannot share why I have been following you,” I admitted that much and Melanie’s wary expression turned angered and annoyed all over again.
“That’s bullshit! You have one minute to spill or I’m calling the cops,” Melanie yelled at me, and she reached for the bag she’d dropped on the end table near the door. I leapt over the couch and crossed the short space to her within one breath. I held her wrist firmly in my hand so that she could not reach for the telephone. “What are you doing?! Let me go…” Melanie said with a bite to her tone. She looked up at me with her clear blue eyes and I saw no fear. She was fierce and determined.
Before I could stop myself or
it
. I felt the all too familiar stiffening in my sex. Melanie sensed the change in me, perhaps my eyes gave it away. Her gaze became a bit confused and searching. I capitalized on her preoccupation and then leaned in to kiss her. I pressed my lips against hers and she froze for a fraction of a second before she slowly leaned against me. I held both of her hands then, my fingers laced with hers, and I moved my lips against hers as well. They were soft and smooth.
Melanie broke the kiss abruptly and she pushed against my chest so that I would back away from her. “I don’t know…you’ve been stalking me and you just—kiss me! It’s weird, I can’t…you can’t do this!” Melanie was trying to push me away. I was through with trying to pretend I was watching her other than reasons of my attraction, I knew then that she felt it between us as well.
“You know me; you just do not know why you feel that you do,” I said. I realized that I was perhaps projecting my own feelings onto her. But it had to be impossible that it was only I that felt that way.
“I
do
know you…I just…it feels more like I recognize you. I don’t know how that’s possible,” she admitted softly as her big blue eyes stared up at mine. No matter my report to Lord Rixon, I was going to take Melanie back with me to Rodon. That was a must; I had found my mate on Earth. I bent my head down to kiss her once again and then her hands slid up my arms to grip my shoulders and I picked up her small body.
I held her bottom in my hands while she wrapped her legs around my waist. I quickly moved with her from the front door to the bedroom and I fell with her onto the bed. Melanie giggled as we plopped down and bounced a little on the bed. The sound of the bed had riotous effects on me. Arousal pumped through my veins and my body felt hot.
“You’re really warm,” Melanie said as her hands slid underneath the jacket I wore and met the bare skin of my abdomen. She unzipped the jacket and I stood briefly to pull it off. Melanie’s eyes roamed over every inch of bare skin. I could feel her hot gaze touch my chest, stomach, shoulders, and arms. She stood up and let her hands trace every line of my torso. My sex was swollen and I felt the need to be inside her with every breath I took.
I bent down to press my lips to hers and I slid my tongue into her mouth. The sensation was intoxicating. I caressed her tongue with mine and she moaned softly as she swayed into me. I slid my hands beneath her sweater and pulled it off in one quick motion. Our lips briefly parted, but soon they were back on mine. She was an expert with her mouth; she kissed, licked and nibbled at my lips, driving my blood to roar in my ears.
I sat her down on the bed and quickly undressed her until she was naked. My eyes and hands touched every inch of her beautiful body. The curve of her calves, her hips and waist. I held her breasts in my hands and became enraptured by the pinkness of her nipples. I leaned down to run my tongue around each and Melanie moaned. Her hand pushed into my hair and her back arched, granting me better access to her breasts.
I pinched and rolled her other nipple in between my fingers and she moaned once more. I felt I was addicted to the sound and wanted to make her do it more.
*****
Melanie
Josiah was devouring my breasts. He sucked on them, nibbled on them, and ran his tongue all over them. All I could do was hold onto his arm with one hand in his soft hair, and moan. He knew exactly what to do to make me moan and it perplexed me even more. How was I about to have sex with someone I just met, who I’d just accused of stalking me, but who felt as if I’ve known forever?
It was weird, but once the anger left me I felt safe with Josiah. I felt like we’d been in each other’s presence for years. Not to mention he was sportingly sexy and was doing great things with his mouth. Josiah’s hands pushed me further back onto the bed and then he spread my thighs open. His mouth slid down from my breasts, to my belly button, and then slid down to my sex.
My hips bucked and Josiah’s silver eyes seemed to gleam as they gazed up at me. He held my hips with his hands, and his tongue slid in between my folds and circled around my clitoris. He drew out a long moan from me and then his tongue started to flick against my clit relentlessly. I cried out and tried to move my hips so I could rub myself on his mouth. His hands held me down though and I couldn’t move much. He increased the pressure on my clit with his tongue and I arched against his mouth.
Pleasure coursed through my body and my sex was clenching impatiently. My nipples were hardened into peaks and they also ached for his attention. I squeezed my breasts in my hand and pinched then rolled my nipples for some sort of relief. All it did was build up to a huge orgasm that threatened to cascade over me. Josiah slid one finger into me and I clenched tightly around it which caused him to take in a sharp breath.
Josiah hooked his finger inside of me and pressed against my G-spot. I cried out and then the orgasm rushed right through me with wave after wave of pleasure. I jerked and shook on the bed while he pulled off his jeans and shoes. He was commando underneath and the size of his cock as it sprang free was impressive.
Josiah climbed onto the bed, between my spread legs, and he pulled me down to meet his cock. He held my legs in his hands from underneath my knees and I guided him inside without prompt. His warm cock twitched in my hand and then slid in easily, as I was soaking wet and ready for him.
He filled me up completely and my vision lost focus at the pleasure of it. My sex clenched tightly around him and I forced myself to focus on his face. He was holding himself with tight restraint, but his eyes were practically glowing. Josiah lowered his body onto mine and he held himself up with his hands. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he moved slowly in and out of me. I was at a loss, I had never had sex that felt so good, so fulfilling before.
His hips started to move faster against mine, and then faster still. I didn’t even have to ask him, again he just knew how I wanted him to move. I gripped his arms and held on as each thrust sent wave after wave of pleasure up and through me. My sex tightened and quivered around his cock and I knew I was going to come soon. My back arched and Josiah’s arms moved to encircle my waist and I was enveloped in his warmth. He curled over me so that I wouldn’t bear all his weight and then I was fracturing into a million pieces. The orgasm was devastating and I cried out as I shook underneath Josiah. He kept going though and soon my orgasm melded into another. Tears fell from the corner of my eyes as the pleasure grew to be almost painful, just almost.
Soon after my second orgasm Josiah moaned my name and I soon felt the hot spurt of his release empty into me. I caressed his back as he came and he buried his face in my neck. Once we were both recovered Josiah slowly slid out of me and the evidence of his release leaked out of me. Josiah’s eyes were rapt on it and a slow smirk spread across his face. He stood, completely naked, and walked across the hall into my bathroom before he returned with a cloth to clean me up.
“That was…” I was at a loss for words and I sounded kind of drunk. I felt like I had the best internal massage and all I wanted to do was curl up with Josiah and sleep. Josiah finished taking care of me and he climbed halfway onto the bed to press a kiss to my lips.
“You have not yet eaten any dinner Melanie. I will make you something,” Josiah pulled on his jeans and padded out of the room, shirtless. I smiled and then burrowed under the covers. It was all of a sudden cold in the room, I wanted Josiah back already and he was only steps away in my kitchen. I wondered everything about him; what he did, where he was from, why he spoke so properly. I mostly wanted to know why I was so irrationally attracted to him. I was fairly certain it had to do with his eyes. After I got through yelling at him I realized there was kindness in the silver depths. Josiah, for whatever reason, hadn’t been stalking me to kill me or anything; that much I was certain of.
“I’ve made grilled cheese, it is the only American food I know how to make,” he said. I giggled and he walked over to the bed with a plate of grilled cheese for me to eat. It was pretty good, the cheese was melted perfectly and the bread was nicely buttered and crispy.
“You know how to make a grilled cheese pretty well I must admit,” I said. Josiah smiled, pleased with himself, and he watched me eat until I was finished. He set the plate aside on my nightstand before getting under the covers with me. As he pulled me firmly against his chest I was glad that for whatever reason he was following me around. By that point, I didn’t want him to leave.
*****
Josiah