Page 12 of My Turn

My fingers curled over the tops of her thighs to hold her in place as I used the tip of my tongue to trace around her clit. I was overwhelmed by the scent of her and was desperate for a taste, so I moved lower. When I felt that she was wet for me, I groaned against her, which made her hips jerk. I traveled even further so that I could have every bit of her. I pushed through the resistance to briefly dip my tongue inside of her ass before I returned to her clit.

Raising my gaze to her face, I found her eyes slightly open. There wasn’t recognition there, only confusion. With the hoodover my head and everything from my nose down buried in her cunt, it was unlikely she could even see the color of my eyes.

“You have such sweet dreams,” I purred. “Don’t you?”

She made a little sound before her eyes closed and her head fell back. I sucked on her clit and watched her lips part. She was more coherent than before but too out of it to realize that this was real, let alone who I was. Just a sexy dream. A specter in her mind.

I wanted to fill her pussy, but I didn’t want to pull her out of sleep more, so I settled for using my tongue. As I slowly stimulated her clit, I listened to every sharp intake of breath and relished the way her hips moved to seek more.

Just as she was about to tumble over the edge, she let out a long moan. “Jake.”

I stopped immediately. My teeth ground together as rage barreled through me.

She wasn’t going to cum with that name on her lips. If her mind put him in this position, she was only allowed to feel disappointed.

“He’s gone,” I whispered loudly so that she wouldn’t recognize my voice now that she was more awake.

“Gone,” she repeated. “Yeah.”

Sitting up on my knees, I contemplated walking out. I could leave her unsatisfied, but she might still dream about him when I left. No, she needed a piece of me while she slept, even if she didn’t know it.

Pulling out my cock, I stared at her swollen clit while I stroked myself. She’d settled back into unconsciousness, so I gently pushed a finger into her to collect some of her arousal. I spread the wetness over my shaft, then positioned myself lower to slide through her slit. It took effort to keep from slamming into her cunt, but it wasn’t time yet, so I continued my motion, back and forth. Her whimpers started up again, louder than before.

I raised my mask just in case she woke up, then braced one of my hands on the mattress beside her. Holding onto the base of my cock, I rolled my hips, gently thrusting forward, then pulling back and allowing my hand to stroke down to my tip. I repeated the motion, letting my orgasm build slowly. When I moved forward, I rubbed against her clit and brought her closer as well.

She was soaked now and each time I moved back, I slid through her wetness. As I increased my speed, it grew louder. The sound only urged me on. I imagined how slick she’d be when I fucked her and how loud it’d be with her ass slamming into my thighs with every stroke.

“Fuck,” I hissed as my cock swelled with the need to cum. I used my hand to finish myself off, keeping it aimed at her swollen clit. Ropes of cum covered it, seemingly endless, and by the time I was spent, it had begun to drip down to her pussy.

With my thumb, I massaged it into her skin. Her hips jerked with the direct stimulation and it only took a minute for her to gasp and fist the sheets. I watched the way she tightened and spasmed with her orgasm. Soon, she would choke my cock with her pussy.

Leaning down, I lowered my mask enough to dip my tongue inside of her to catch the last convulsions, then dragged it up to collect every drop of my release. When I came up to her face, her eyes were open.

“Who?” she breathed.

With a smirk, I pressed my lips against her parted ones and pushed the cum into her mouth.

“Your savior,” I said before I pulled back.

She blinked, then her eyelids fluttered closed. Even if she remembered anything, it was going to be foggy. She may have reached blackout level with how much wine she knocked back tonight. Hopefully, she remembered bits and pieces. She’d think they were a dream until the next time I visited her.

I smiled at the thought of her being afraid but morbidly curious. She didn’t have any weapons and if I kept her subdued enough to remain confused until she trusted me, she’d become conflicted. It was the first step toward accepting this dark, fucked up situation I was putting her in.

How much would it take to convince her to trust her stalker? I was sure as hell going to find out because it turned out that I enjoyed this. Fuck, I enjoyed it. She was going to be mine, first as this person who lurked in the dark, then as Jayce Weste.

Game, set, match.

Chapter 5

Alana

The shitty thing about teaching high school seniors was that you couldn’t trick them into thinking it was just a movie day. They saw right through me.

“Someone hit it too hard last night!” one of my students, Vik, shouted when I pulled down the screen. The sound was like a sledgehammer to the brain.

I could’ve called out. From the time I woke to the moment I walked into my classroom I’d thought about it at least twenty times. If Jayce hadn’t called me this morning, I wouldn’t have even woken up. He was a lifesaver, although I’d spewed some pretty fucked up insults at him when I answered the phone. He just laughed about it, of course.

That wine he made really went to my head. Like,reallywent to my head. I didn’t even remember going to sleep, but I assumed Jayce was the one who got me there. Again, he was my fucking savior.

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