Page 8 of Stalked

If only he knew the feelings I was having towards Gabriel.

Gabriel wasn’t asleep in his bed when I got inside this time. Instead, he lies on the couch, his hand still firmly holding the pencil. Cocking my head to the side, I take in his shaggy blond hair, his long lashes feathered across his cheeks, and the faint dusting of hair on his upper lip. My cock begins to harden, trying to press my palm against myself. It does nothing but cause me to hiss. In doing so, Gabriel shifts, his eyes fluttering.

I should move, I should definitely move. Because just like before, I have no idea what I would even do if he were to wake up. I’d like to think he’d be more freaked out, but honestly, I’m sure I’d be the one having no idea what to do or what to even say. Thankfully, Gabriel shifts, rolling onto his side and dropping the pencil to the ground.

I can’t help myself; I never can. Picking it up, I smile at the piece of paper that has fallen to the ground as well. It’s a beautiful half butterfly that branches out to different kinds of flowers. There’s no color, just shading and perfect. Fuck.

Taking the notebook, I place it on the table. Pulling the blanket from the back of his couch I lay it over his body. I don’t have a reason for going to his room since he’s not there, but I can’t help myself. I’ve never been able to truly sneak around since he’s always been asleep in here. But now I can. The moment I step inside, I’m hit with mint and citrus again.His smell.This does nothing to help my hard cock. No, it makes it worse. I try adjusting myself, but I know I won’t get any real relief until I either shove my cock into his mouth or jerk off.

Ignoring my painful hard-on, I pull open the side table drawer, immediately finding the pile of paint brushes I’ve left. I don’t have to count to know thirty-seven are in there. The drawer is filled and the smile across my face is rare, the warmth in my chest. It feels…nice.

Closing the drawer, I continue snooping around, pulling drawers open, finding his secret stash of candy and donuts in the other side table. Gabriel has a serious sugar addiction, worse than I’ve seen before. Worse than Aunt Salem who bakes all the goddamn time.

It’s not until I reach his closet that suddenly his phone begins to blare. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, my spine ridged. And when I hear him fairly answer through the wall, do I realize I have very few options. Hide in the closet or under his bed, which from the looks of it, I won’t fit. Or I can show him his stalker is here.Yeah, that would not go over very well.

Shoving myself into the closet, I leave it cracked just enough that I can see out but thankfully he can’t see inside until he gets too close. And if he does, I’m fucked.

“Izel, it’s three in the fucking morning!” Gabriel growls sleepily into the phone, walking into his room. He stops in the door frame, glancing around, his eyes skimming over the closet door.

I learned by going through his phone, that Izel is his sister. The one he calls honey, and much to my liking, she annoys him all the time.

“Yes, yes, I’m fine. I told you I’d let you know about Christmas, but like I’ve said before it’s a few months away. I can’t exactly just pick my life up and move back.” Gabriel sighs, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Okay, Izel, calm down. Listen, it's too early, I have to be up in a few hours, and… Yes, Zion. See, even your husband is telling you to go back to sleep. Why are you awake anyway?”

I was wondering the same thing, but I couldn’t speak on the matter. I’m the one hiding out in his closet because I’m too scared he’ll find me.

“Well, on that note, I’m going to go...yeah, love you too.” Gabriel hangs the phone up, tossing it somewhere on the bed.

Gabriel huffs, running a hand through his hair before he suddenly reaches under his bed pulling out a shoe box. I raise a brow. What does he have in there? But I don’t have to wonder for long before he’s pulling out… a blue dildo. Sure enough, Gabriel is pulling out the largest dildo I’ve seen. Nine or ten inches, a wide base, a slight curve at the tip.

Fuck, I need to get out of here. I need to somehow get past him and that… that thing in his hand before he…

I can’t move my eyes. Not when he pulls his shirt off, leaving his bare chest out. His dusky, brown nipples scream for my mouth. I ignore the rational part of my brain that’s screaming at me that this is all wrong. I’ll deal with it later. Right now all I can do is watch him.

The moment he begins shucking off his pants, leaving himself naked on the edge of his bed, my own hands’ cup my hardened cock in my pants. I know I shouldn’t but when he reaches back into the box and grabs a bottle of lube, covering his fingers, I’m lost.

Gabriel leans back, pulling his legs up until his knees are against his chest. The room is so dark that I can barely see what he’s doing. I’m almost desperate enough to move from the closet, but I can’t.

My breath hitches, my eyes glued to his hand as he drags it back, my imagination running wild. It’s almost like I can see it, his fingers rubbing against his hole, and the moment he groans, I know his finger is sinking inside.

Oh fuck.

My forehead falls against the doorframe, the closet door opening a little more than I like. But I can’t stop, my zipper down, my cock in my hand. I spit into my hand before sliding over the tip of my cock, I moan low in my throat. I can’t even find a fuck to care if he hears me. But Gabriel seems to be in his own little world, moaning himself. Precum leaks from my tip, and the moment he stops movinghis finger inside himself, reaching for that blue dildo, I stop breathing altogether. When the tip of the dildo touches his hole, and slowly, ever so slowly, he begins working it in, pants and groans leaving his mouth, his head thrown back, I can only imagine what his face looks like. Gripping the doorframe, I force myself not to move forward. Instead, I fuck into my hand, watching as he moves the dildo in and out.

My hand moves vigorously; the pressure nearly starts to become too much. But I can’t cum. I need Gabriel; I needhimto cum first. I don’t have to wait for long. Gabriel moans long and loud, cum spurting from his dick, landing somewhere, somewhere I can’t see. My vision blurs, my chest heaves as cum shoots into my hand, some landing on the door and floor.

“Holy fuck.” Gabriel laughs, dropping the dildo onto the floor, his legs stretching out. I watch carefully as his breathing slowly returns to normal, and two seconds later his snores fill the room. I chuckle, and bending to grab something off the floor, I wipe myself clean. Taking a risk, I leave his closet.

Tiptoeing closer, I pick the dildo up. It’s warm and slippery and the urge to shove it back into his hole blinds me. Gripping the base, I step forward peering down over at Gabriel, his mouth opened, his snores loud and… fuck.

I force myself to step back, all the way back until I’m in the bathroom. Closing the door, I drop the toy into the sink, running water and soap over it. I have no idea if I’m doing this right, or if soap is even right to clean this thing with. I mean, it should be. It’s soap; soap cleans well enough.

Opening the cabinet, I find a towel. Drying it off, I make my way back into his room. Gabriel is still in the same position. Dropping the dildo into the shoebox with the bottle of lube, I place the box back under his bed. Using the towel, I’m still holding onto, I debate onwanting to wipe the cum from his chest and stomach but decided not to so I don’t wake him up. Trying my hardest to not peek down at his cock, I fail. His dick is soft, laying against his leg, cum dripping from his tip down onto his thigh. The urge to bend down, swallow him whole, to get his dick hard again is blinding.

Shaking my head, I grab the blanket from the corner of his bed, pulling it up and over him.

I know I shouldn’t, yet I’m a sucker for Gabriel. Bending down I press my lips against his forehead, ignoring the warmth that claws at my chest, tightening around my heart.

I need to get out of here, right now, but first I grab the same paintbrush from my back pocket and place it next to his phone.

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