Page 29 of How to Hack a Hellhound
I reached out and grabbed his hand. “Hey, you get to have all the issues you want to, and don’t feel bad about them.”
He squeezed my hand, and we stayed like that for a couple minutes, each lost in our own thoughts. I was just glad Aiden was ok with Liam, because I really did like him. He was weirdly sweet, in a stalkery way, and he made me feel safe. I knew I kept coming back to that, but when you’ve had your life ripped out from under you, ordinary things didn’t feel safe anymore. Liam made it feel like I could finally breathe again without a constant worry at the base of my neck.
He also didn’t seem put off by my prickly attitude. In fact, he seemed to kind of like ‘my claws,’ as he called them. I smiled at the thought.
Aiden got up, came over, and gave me a hug. “I’m heading to bed. I’m going in to work early tomorrow. Cass is gonna pick me up on his way in. Are you going in? Cass said you can take another day or two if you need it.”
“No, I’ll go. I’m ok,” I answered.
With that, Aiden went to his room across the living room, leaving his door open. I headed into my bedroom, shutting thedoor behind me. Liam had pointed out where the cameras were in each of the rooms at Aiden’s insistence, and Aiden had told him we might turn them around if we wanted privacy. Liam had seemed perplexed by it but had agreed, just telling us to make sure all the alarms were set if that was the case.
My creepy stalker. Yeah, ok, totally weird that I found that sweet. I knew there was a camera pointing at my bed; Liam had pointed it out. I wondered if he’d ever watched me jerk off. I smirked as I grabbed my phone. I renamed the number from earlier in my phone and texted Liam.
Me:Are you watching me?
Creepy Stalker:Would it be a problem if I was?
I laughed to myself and looked up at the camera, shaking my head. I got up and stripped off my shirt, throwing it off to the side. I unbuttoned my pants and shucked them off, bending down to take my socks off as well. Before I could drag down my boxers, my phone pinged on the bed.
Creepy Stalker:I am unsure of the etiquette in this situation.
I did laugh then, typing out,Turn the sound on, Creepy Stalker.
Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared.
I typed again before he could reply.You’re the only one watching this, right?
Creepy Stalker:Yes. I’m in my office with the door shut.
I threw my phone down then, saying quietly, “No more texts, Creepy Stalker. You just get to watch.” I knew he’d hear me through the camera—he said at dinner that he had excellent hearing. I didn’t need Aiden to hear, though, and I was thankful his bedroom was on the other side of the living room.
I drew my boxers down. I was already hard. The thought of Liam sitting in his office watching me was a huge turn on for some reason. I could picture every hair in place, his dress pants all stiff and his button-up shirt done up—so prim and proper,talking about etiquette, all while fire burned in his eyes as he watched me, just like it had earlier today when I’d kissed him.
“I bet you’re all buttoned up sitting in your office, Creepy Stalker. You know, if you really want to earn the nickname, I think you should take out your dick. Just unzip your pants and pull it out. I bet it’s hard already,” I whispered.
I sat back onto the bed, stroking myself slowly. I pictured Liam fumbling with his pants, unbuttoning them, and pulling out his dick. I wondered what it looked like. What it tasted like. I hadn’t really wanted anyone since before… I cut that thought off and thought about Liam again, sitting with his dick out in his office chair.
I laid back onto the bed, my legs splayed wide open and facing the camera. He would have a view of everything this way. Well, almost everything.
“You should install a camera on the ceiling, Creepy Stalker. Then you’d get to see my cum face,” I chuckled.
I started stroking myself again, taking my time to twist my hand around the head, squeezing gently until I knew my dick was a nice dark color.
“Do you like my pretty dick?” I asked. “You better be stroking yours, too. That’s what creepy stalkers do. Did you ever get off to me before?” I chuckled. “Probably not. You probably weren’t sure if it was polite or not. It isn’t polite, but that’s ok, because you’remycreepy stalker, so you don’t have to be polite withme. No boundaries necessary.”
I imagined him growling possessively at that.
I scooted back, opening the nightstand drawer. Yup, lube was in here. I wasn’t even gonna ask who had decided that unpacking that was necessary. Although maybe Dexter and Toby just kept it stocked everywhere. That wouldn’t surprise me.
I grabbed it and scooted back down the bed, letting my legs spread wide again as I poured some lube into my hand. Istroked my cock with it first, the sound obscene in the silent room. I bet Liam could hear it. I thought of him stroking faster at the sound, and fuck, it was a turn on. I hadn’t realized I was an exhibitionist, although maybe it was only because Liam was watching.
“Do you wish your cock was up against mine? I do. You’d be all hard, and I bet that big ass hand of yours would grip us both so tightly. You’d have me dripping precum.”
I groaned at the thought. It wasn’t enough, though, and I reached my other hand down, scooping up some of the lube. I rubbed gently against my hole, not entering it, just enjoying the pleasure of rubbing against it with my wet finger.
“Or do you wish you were in my ass? Do you like that, my creepy stalker? I bet you’d feel so good pushing inside me.”
At those words, I twisted my upper body so I could reach deeper and slipped a finger in, groaning at the pressure. I gently eased it in and out.
