Page 9 of Jealous Bodyguard

It’s agreed and with the promise of filling me in on all the information he has on our prime suspect, I feel giddy again when he so readily agrees to me going through Stacey’s rooms upstairs. For security reasons, of course.

Shulton's still more interested in his dog, so once he's out of my sight and assuming Stacey’s upstairs in her rooms, I make a beeline for her. I can smell her already before I even get to the top of the stairs. The source of everything driving the glowing white heat in my pants making perfect sense the closer I get. Closing the door to a room I just know is her bedroom, I lean against the door, closing it behind me. Already unzipping myself.

I groan a little as my thick plank of meat springs from my jeans and thuds against my belly. The atmosphere of her room, the scent of all her things like a cool breeze from her own lips on my arousal, making it twitch and drool pre-come long before I even consider what the fuck I'm actually doing.

Her laundry basket’s like a grail. Some holy shrine that has the greatest treasure, the things closest to her that my own hands will soon be exploring. Before I can even try to stop myself, knowing that this is professional suicide, I spot, grab, and cram a pair of her panties to my face. Instantly grinning like a maniac and picturing the taut, sweet lips of her virgin cunt being stretched wide by my aching cock, I can’t help but give in to what I can only describe as pure animal instinct.

Closing my eyes, I can smell her, running her panties over my open mouth. I can taste just enough of her to know this isn't enough. My grip on myself so tight it’s stopping the flow of my rising seed from redecorating her room, but only until I see her.

I haven’t even started on myself when the doorway I’m facing yawns open, and it’s Stacey herself. Her body slumping and her eyes crossing. Focusing on everything I’m working on for her right now. Everything because of her. If anything, it’s her seeing what she’s reduced me to in less than an hour that finishes me. I know I couldn't live another minute without her knowing how I feel, and if this doesn't show her?

Well… Once I growl the only intelligible word I can muster. Once I feel my release, see and hear its thick, hot ropes drooling then spurting from my twitching cock, landing at her feet. Then, I think she gets the picture. But it’s too much for her, I can see. And in the seconds that follow, my fantasy come to life is instantly shattered by the rising whine of her father’s voice. His own hands breaking her fall as she collapses from the shock.

I know she's not hurt, just fainted. But I also know I blew more than just my chance at being close to her just now. Shulton’s own expression shifts from horror to mild envy once he too can't take his eyes off my swollen cock, still pulsing and pumping every drop of what he knows I have for his little girl.

But it’s clearer than anything I’ve just ruined my whole career, my reputation. Any shred of professionalism I had walking in here is gone now, and I’ll most likely be handed over to the police if Shulton's rage once he recovers himself is anything to go by.

Adding insult to injury after I submit to a single but not totally weak punch to the jaw from her father, Stacey's original bodyguard, Melinda, morphs into view. Clutching Angel, the dog under one arm, her free hand is free and flexed. Ready to reach for something stronger than a shih tzu if she feels the need to bring a crazed man my size and this horny down.

“I think you’d better leave, Mr. Slade,” Melinda says in a tone I know means it’s useless trying to even begin to explain myself. The pain of being so close to Stacey isn’t helped by the fact her dad lifts her up and carries her out, leaving Melinda here a moment to study me in a way that sees her lift her own brow, but it's clear she has no interest in me and the feeling is mutual. The sight of her pointy face, along with Stacey being taken away, is the equivalent of a bucket of ice water over my insane arousal.

“I’ll go…” I growl, zipping myself back up. Moving towards the opposite door and working through a series of rooms that Melinda instructs me to walk through as she keeps two steps behind me, I’m where I started not even an hour ago. The front steps of the main entrance to Shulton Manor. Only this time, I know I’ll never be shown in again. But at least I know the layout of the place now.

I might not get invited back, but it won't stop me from coming back for what I know is mine.

The carnival twins, security guards from the front gate, arrive in a golf cart. Older and softer than Shulton himself and looking more out of breath than threatening, but they follow Melinda’s instructions to escort me off the premises and to call the police if they even think they see me coming back.

They both share a look of hesitation as I stand a little dazed, rubbing my jaw. But it’s not being caught and given a knuckle sandwich by her dad that’s stunned me.

It’s the growing realization that I might never get to see Stacey again if Shulton ends up involving the legal authorities. Never get to finish what I know we just started in her bedroom, even if she was only watching. I’ve got a river of seed in me for her, so now I’ve shown her mine, it’s time for her to show me hers. But how’s she gonna do that if I can’t get anywhere near her?

The little security golf cart trails behind my truck as I leave without another word. The gleaming wrought iron of the gates shining like prison bars as they clang shut behind me. But the thought of just pressing the gas and leaving is the furthest thing from my mind. I knew I sensed something the moment I set foot in that house, and Stacey’s the once-in-a-lifetime kind of girl I refuse to try and tell myself is anything but mine.

I drive at a crawl away from the manor gates, driving at a rate that looks like I'm leaving, but my mind’s churning with the only thing to do next. How to get close to Stacey again?

You could just kidnap her yourself… You saw the look in her eyes. She wanted that cock of yours as much as you want to give it to her. She'd go anywhere with you… Do anything…

Stop it! Shut up!

Okay, let's do it.

All three thoughts at once cement my decision. Solving the only real problem I have and not even minding if kidnapping Stacey myself is the only way to get her alone. But I’ll still have to wait some. Bide my time. I can’t just drive around the estate block and come back in the way I came now, can I?

Or can I?

I haven’t gone far when my natural eagle eye spots a vehicle at the edge of the manor boundary nearest the woods. My training and experience are always on the alert for anything out of place. And given my situation as well as my unsatisfied need for Stacey, my usually keen senses are in overdrive. Making everything I’m supposed to be driving away from look more like the threat I’m supposed to be protecting her from.

Feeling my foot give the truck some more gas, I’ve already picked my vantage point. I’ve got no intention of driving anywhere just yet. Not without Stacey by my side. And not until I do a little more snooping of my own from a safe distance. But even this close to the place feels like a million miles once it’s clear that even the best vantage point doesn't give me the only thing I crave seeing once I settle myself into what I know is going to be a long wait just to see her again.

6

STACEY

Idon’t know if I ‘faint’ in the true sense of the word. More like experience the first and only total body climax of my life so far, totally hands-free and all from seeing for myself that Steve Slade is indeed all man. Everywhere. All over my bedroom floor too. That’s what does it for me. That’s when my whole world collapses because I know he's all I want. He's all any girl would ever want.

When I come to my senses, delirious with arousal still, I hear his name called from my own lips as my dad tries desperately to hush me. To ask if Steve ‘did anything to me’.

“No, dad! He didn'tdo anythingto me!” I hiss suddenly, grabbing him by the collar once it dawns on me that Steve’s gone. And worse than that, no. No, he didn't do anything to me.

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