Page 52 of Scaredy Cat
So I do the next best thing. I lift my hands from the wall to reach between us, operating only off of touch while his mouth devours mine. My fingertips brush his tip, and I feel him gasp against my lips, his muscles tensing.
“Touch me,” he encourages in a hiss. “Please, Persy, just—” His words end in a hiss when I stroke along his tip with the pads of my fingers.
“Like this?” I ask sweetly, letting him swallow the words. “You want me to?—”
He growls and kisses me again, this time nipping sharply at my bottom lip like he’s getting back at me for my playfulness. Soft, primal sounds leave him while I tease his cock, finally replacing his hand with mine to stroke along his length.
“Oh, fuck.Fuck,I need your cunt. No more games, Scaredy Cat.” After shoving my leggings down and off one foot, my stalker grabs me by the hip and drags my leg up, letting me use the edge of the broken sink as a rest for my knee that conveniently allows him to keep my thighs parted. The tile is cold against my skin, but it perfectly combats the heat of my feverish skin.
His cock slides through my folds, my arousal allowing him to move smoothly, but I reach out and grip his arms to clench his sleeves and keep him at arm’s length. “Wait,” I pant, my grip tight on him.
“Why?” he asks with a hint of confusion in his voice. “Do you not want?—”
“What’s your name?”
He goes silent, and his eyes find mine in the moonlight reflecting off the broken mirror. I can’t tell what he’s thinking, but his lips twitch in what might be a small, satisfied smile.
“You’re attached,” he sniffs smugly.
“No, I?—”
But he bites my lower lip, rendering me silent after a quiet squawk at the unexpected pain. “You’re attached,” he says again, softer this time. When I don’t argue, he leans forward, pressing his forehead to mine and never losing eye contact. “Shiloh,” he purrs, and slides into me, not stopping until he’s fully seated in my pussy.
“Fuck.”His eyes slip closed and his head tilts back. I can’t help the way my toes curl, and my fingers clench his hoodie more tightly. “Fuck, Persy. My name is Shiloh. But I don’t mind if you still want to call me?—”
“My stalker,” I gasp in response. He’s perfect; his cock is big enough to stretch my walls and provide the perfect feeling of fullness. “My obnoxious, way-too-dedicated stalker who broke into my house to give me his cat?—”
Again, he cuts me off with his actions rather than his words. Shiloh pulls out, just to slam into me again, and again, and again, until my sounds are loud enough that without the wind, we would probably be heard even two floors down.
His lips drip compliments, both sweet and filthy, and they’re enough to drive me toward my release more quickly than I expect.
“You’d better come soon, Persy,” Shiloh hisses in my ear. “Gonna need you to come on my cock, I need to feel your pussy—fuck—” He shudders when I clench down around him, and then laughs ruefully. “You’re a tease. Come on, pretty girl. If you don’t hurry up and come, I can’t claim this needy cunt. Someone could come up here. Someone other than the ghosts could see us.”
“And then you’d have to stop,” I assume, one hand finding its way up around his shoulders while he fucks into me.
His soft laugh is half-growl, half-snicker, and he shakes his head, lunging forward to lean in so his lips brush my ear. “No. No, I wouldn’t stop. But they’d get to watch me claim you asmine.A few of those guys want you so bad, you know? Your new friend Zack? God, he wants to be where I am right now. I bet he’ll go home tonight and stroke his cock thinking about how good you’d feel around him. Trying to think of a way to get you to give him a chance. But we know the truth,” he croons, just as his thumb finds my clit.
“We know you’re mine now that I’ve found you, and no one else will ever get the chance to change that.” Shiloh pulls away with one hand braced on the wall, so he can look down between our bodies. With my chest heaving under my hoodie, I can only watch his face as he strokes his thumb over my clit, his eyes fixed on where our bodies are joined while he fucks me.
“Faster,” I find myself begging while rocking my hips to meet his thrusts. “I’m not delicate. You can—” He slams into me to cut me off, and his gaze slides up to mine.
“I know what you are,” my stalker assures me. “And you get what I give you.” He goes quiet for a few moments to watch me trying not to fall apart under him until he moves forward to kiss and nip at my throat. “Come for me, Persy,” he encourages. “You’re so close. I can feel how wet you are, how your pussy is fluttering around my cock.”
My breath comes in sharp gasps, and his words cause me to lose rhythm while trying to meet his thrusts. My hand shifts around his neck and moves to his hair, and I shove his hood back so I can grip the curling, dark strands in a way that has him moaning in pleasure and surprise.
“I’m gonna come,” I pant, mouth open. “Oh fuck. Oh,please.Shiloh—”I come with his name on my lips, my body flush to hisas I drag him in close for another kiss. A ripple of shock goes through him, and I can feel him coming as well with one final, deep thrust so he’s as far inside me as he can be.
My whine would be embarrassing as hell under any other circumstance. But Shiloh swallows most of the sound, his mouth never leaving mine while he rocks into me during his own orgasm. I hate coming down from the fuzzy, perfect feeling of my release, but the thought of being caught is an unwelcome fire burning at my consciousness, so I find myself shivering against the cold that sinks into me sooner than I’d like.
“I love it when you say my name. I think I love it better than when you call me your stalker,” Shiloh admits, pulling away. Before I can stop him, he kneels down to grab my ankle, working to slide my leggings and panties back over my shoe and up my legs.
“Wait—” I can feel his cum trickling down my inner thigh, and while there’s nothing readily available, I want to clean up at least a little.
But his devilish grin lets me know he has other plans. Shiloh pulls my leggings up and shoves a knee between my thighs, pinning me to the wall again before pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose.
“No,” he tells me with a look of satisfied mischief on his face. “You can stay like that for the rest of the night. You can’t tell me you don’t think it’s hot as hell. Besides”—he leans in to nuzzle his jaw to mine—“this way, even when you’re back with the others and acting like such a good and proper girl, you won’t forget who you belong to with my cum in your pussy and staining your panties.”
Once I’ve foundmy flashlight and gotten myself back to normal, I expect him to leave. I anticipate him to just disappear into the darkness, or maybe leap off the building like Batman.
