Page 3 of Stalked By the Demon
“Wait!” I hurry forward, tripping over dried grass and almost face-planting into the ground. “It’s okay, you can keep roleplaying! Wouldn’t want you to lose your job or anything. If you could, like, point me to a sign in a super creepy way, I’d be grateful. And I’ll pretend to be scared, promise.”
Though I won’t need to do much pretending.
He inclines his head. “The exit you seek is behind you, human. If you walk carefully and stick to the trodden path, you will arrive at your destination.”
Buzzing with excitement and the knowledge that I’m not going to die after all, I can’t stop myself from bounding over to the guy and throwing my arms around him in a hug. The warmth of a bare, muscled chest hits my cheek, and hot embarrassment floods through me. How the hell did I forget he’s shirtless?
I feel the moment his body tenses against mine. Oops. I’ve always been touchy-feely; Val says I’ve got no sense of personal space.
And this guy’s on the job. I’ve just hugged a worker on their shift.
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”
I let go of him as if burned, glancing down. My blush deepens. This guy isn’t just shirtless, he’s… he’s fully naked. He towers over me, muscles shifting under glistening skin like rippling water. A thick cock dangles between his legs, nestled in a patch of dark hair that leads up to a happy trail over a plane of abs, before spreading across his wide, bare chest. Even though he’s soft, I can tell he’s fucking huge.
My own cock twitches in my shorts, and I pray to whoever’s paying attention that I don’t get fully hard. Not in these tiny shorts. They don’t exactly leave anything to the imagination.
Fuck, this guy is hot. And he’s staring at me with those intense, glowing eyes, gaze trailing over every inch of my body.
I chew on the inside of my cheek. “Um, you’re not wearing any clothes.”
“... I am not.”
He flashes me a weird look, like I’ve grown another head. Embarrassment floods through me in a hot flush. It’s not my fault that I can’t think clearly when this hot guy is looking at me like he’s actually interested. Except that can’t be true. Someone with muscles likethatcould never be interested in me.
Jake’s proven that I’m basically unlovable and doomed to be alone.
Unsurprisingly, tears well in my eyes. Before I can wipe them away, the man grips my face in one large hand, long fingers curving around my entire jaw. He makes a deep, subvocal noise that’s like nothing I’ve ever heard before and lifts my head, gathering the tears before sucking them into his mouth.
Sweat prickles under my arms. I’m suddenly so hot, I feel like I’m going to explode with it.
“What are you doing?” I ask, a little dazed. “Not that I don’t like it. It’s, um, actually it’s perfectly fine with me. Just… are you checking me for injuries? I didn’t get hurt, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“You talk too much.”
I flash him a brilliant, if not a little distracted, smile. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
Something about the way he speaks prickles the back of my mind. Like I’m missing some vital clue, but I’m so out of it that it’s all I can do to not combust right here.
The man makes another one of those noises that goes straight to my cock. The hand not on my face sinks into my hair, petting the blond strands, before drifting down to explore my neck, my shoulders, anything he can reach.
It isn’t sexual. At least, I don’t think it’s meant to be. The man looks more curious than anything, like he’s exploring me. His hands feel like heaven on my skin. Jake always hated how much touch I need to feel settled. I’m a cuddle-addicted freak, and my eyes flutter as the man’s hand drifts down over my crop top and towards my stomach.
A thumb slides over my lips, warm and rough, rubbing at the open slit, before slipping inside my mouth. I can’t hold back a moan.
I’ve always loved having something in my mouth. Whether it’s fingers, a dick, or even a pen. Sometimes, when I can’t take the gnawing emptiness inside me, I’ll take out the black silicone dildo stashed under my bed and hold it in my mouth. Lick the tip until I’m drooling around it.
This feels a million times better. Live flesh and pumping blood.
His fingers taste like salt and earth, and every nerve ending in my body buzzes from the man’s attention. My cock is fully hard at this point, but there’s nowhere to hide, not when the man continues his exploration down my thigh, the back of his hand grazing against my stiff cock.
I gasp, hips jerking involuntarily. The man pauses, those intense eyes trained on me, stripping back every last layer of defense I have, straight to my core.
“Please. Please, touch me, it’s okay.” Needing the friction, I hump against his hand like a dog in heat. Oh, fuck. My eyes roll back in my head, and it takes more effort than it should to refocus. “It’s okay, it’s okay. You can make me feel good if you want. I want you to. Wanna come for you.”
“Needy brat. If I milk this cute little cock of yours, will you stop whining?”
I nod, my eyes still closed. “Anything you want. Anything, promise.”
