Page 13 of Carnival Stalker

Get a grip, Tilly. You can’t let this psycho get to you.

But as another message buzzes against my leg, I know it’s too late. This stranger has awakened something within me. A dark need I can’t ignore, no matter how much I try to fight it.

9

PHOENIX

My eyes are fixed on the coffee shop security feeds on my cell phone as I stand in the side alley. Tilly’s hair falls around her face in a way that frames her beauty while she laughs with her friend. I’m focused on how her lips move, her eyes light up, and her chest rises and falls with each breath.

My thumb hovers over the screen as I’m about to craft another filthy message, telling her exactly what I plan to do to her. My cock twitches in my hand as I imagine her blushing, her breath quickening as she reads my words.

I lean against the wall, my free hand bracing myself as I stroke my length. My breath quickens, and I let out a quiet groan, my eyes fluttering closed as I indulge in the fantasy of finally being inside her. But I won’t finish out here like some desperate fool. With a growl of frustration, I force my achingly hard cock back into my pants and head toward the coffee shop entrance.

I can’t fucking stand it anymore.

Pushing open the door, the bell jingles, announcing my arrival. The scent of coffee fills my nostrils, but I can only focus on her. Tilly looks up, locking gazes with me. For a moment, we’re suspended in time. Then, with a slight smirk, I walk past her table toward the restroom at the back, hoping she’ll follow me.

I feel her eyes on me as I head past her, and sure enough, seconds later, the door creaks open. I don’t turn around, but I know it’s Tilly. I can sense her standing there, unsure what to do or say.

“Why are you following me?” Her voice trembles.

I turn, taking in the sight of her—those wide hazel eyes, the flush on her cheeks. She looks like a doe caught in headlights, unsure whether to run or stay.

“Get on your knees.” I don’t respond to her question but issue a command. “Now.” I step closer, invading her personal space.

Tilly blinks, looking shocked. But there’s something else in her expression, too—a spark of desire. I want to see if she’ll submit to me willingly.

“I...” She bites her lip, and I know she’s fighting herself. I can see the war waging in her pretty hazel eyes.

“Do it,” I growl, grabbing her by the back of the neck and pulling her closer. “Unless you want me to bend you over and take what’s mine right here.”

Her breath hitches, and she lets out a soft whimper. Then, slowly, she sinks to her knees, holding my gaze.

The power I feel is intoxicating. Tilly’s mine, all fucking mine, and she knows it. I could take her right now, bend her over this sink and fuck her until she screams my namefor the whole fucking coffee shop to hear. But I want to savor this, draw out the tension. Leaning down, I whisper, “That’s a good girl. Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions.”

Slowly, I undo my belt, the metal clasp echoing in the small room. With a swift motion, I release my cock, the constriction of my pants finally giving way to sweet freedom.

Her eyes widen, taking in the length of me, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. Without warning, I step closer, gripping her hair and tilting her head back. I drag my cock over her lips, smearing my precum across them, marking her. She doesn’t resist, opening her mouth.

I let out a low groan and angle her head further, using her hair to guide her. Her eyes dilate, and I can almost see the moment her arousal spikes and desire wins out over any remaining hesitation.

“Suck it,” I command. I don’t have to tell my girl twice. With a desperate whimper, she takes me into her mouth. I tighten my grip on her hair, guiding her movements.

Fuck. Goddamnit.

I’ve been imagining this since the moment I set eyes on her.

She sucks eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head. I thrust my hips, feeling her relax her throat to take me deep.

God, she’s good at this.

I let her work, a flurry of curses escaping my lips as she bobs her head, taking me deeper each time. My eyes rollback, the sensation overwhelming as she hollows her cheeks and sucks hard.

But I want more. I want her throat constricting around my cock.

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” I demand. Then, with a growl, I start to thrust into her throat. I can’t help but growl as I look at her and see the mixture of shock and pleasure in her eyes as she takes it.

Her eyes flick to mine, a silent plea in their depths, but I snarl, tightening my grip on her hair. I thrust harder, my hips slamming into her face. She makes a strange, muffled noise, and I realize she’s trying to whimper, to vocalize. But I won’t let her; I want to own every sound that escapes that beautiful mouth.

---