26. Oakley

26

OAKLEY

As soon as we're in his room and the door is shut, Loren has me in his arms, his mouth on mine. I grip his hair tightly, kissing him roughly and hungrily. "Get undressed," I mutter between kisses.

He grunts, but we don't let each other go for a minute. When we finally break apart, we're scrambling out of our clothes. Loren rarely dictates anything once we move into sexy time, but before I can pull off my underwear, his hands wrap around my wrists and he pulls them away.

The look in his eyes makes me flush. My heart flutters. He always looks at me like I'm the most beautiful person he's ever seen. But right now, I feel almost divine.

Loren releases my hands and turns me around. The groan that meets my ears makes me shiver. "I've been waiting for you to wear these," he says, voice low and growly.

I glance down. They're nothing special. A jock. I mean, they're super cute, I admit. But I didn't think they were anything ridiculously hot. Peeking at him over my shoulder, I decide that yes, Loren is totally into jockstraps. Wonder if I could get him in one.

"Loren?"

His eyes flicker up to mine and the heat I see there nearly burns me. "Put a condom on. Now."

He moves without thought. When I go to the bed and bend over the edge, I hear him groan again. A muttered curse. Then his hands are on my bare ass cheeks. His fingers follow the elastic around them and then dip between my cheeks, pressing gently against my hole.

"Get me ready."

Loren follows direction well. He's efficient but careful. Always so fucking careful. As if he's afraid to break me. That doesn't stop him from being thorough.

By the time I'm mewling like a damn cat, I reach behind me and yank him forward. "Get inside me, Loren. Fuck me."

His body blankets mine. Right away, he begins pushing inside. Deeply. He's not huge, and I love that because I love to be fucked hard. Big dicks make that uncomfortable. It can be far too painful to be fucked how I like with a big dick.

He's also not small. I feel him in all the good places.

Reaching for his arms, I pull them under me as if they were pillows. "Fuck me," I tell him. "Hard."

Loren does; for a long time. I babble because I can't stop myself. He's not a talker, which is probably a good thing because I talk enough for the both of us. He does answer when prompted, though.

"How does it feel?" I ask, needing to hear his voice.

"Better than breathing," he grunts. "I want to live inside you, Oakley."

"Do you like to fuck hard or slow?"

"I don't care. I just want to be a part of your body."

Seriously, the things that come out of his mouth make me swoon, while also bringing me that much closer to orgasm.

"Tell me how good you feel," I demand. "Fuck me harder." His voice does all the things to me. There's never a time when it's not sexy as fuck, but when he's breathless and filled with lust, I can almost feel how good he feels.

His thrusts escalate. With each deep pound, I grunt. Stars blinking behind my eyes. I'm not sure how he always manages to give me what I demand, but he does. Every time.

"So hot," he pants. "Tight little hole, squeezing me. You like it hard as much as I do—you're perfect."

I sink my teeth into his arm as my load releases in my jock. "Come," I demand around his flesh. His thrusts stop with him deep inside me. I can feel his dick pulsing. I swear, it does so in time with mine.

He's not loud. Not at all. But with his mouth close to my ear, I can hear all the quiet sounds he makes. His moans, grunts, panting. It's so fucking sexy.

His body drops on mine and I pull my teeth from his arm. It's far from the first bite on his body. I've never been a biter before. I'm not sure if this is some kind of animalistic claiming need that's been awoken inside me and I need the world to see that this man is mine or if I'm trying to contain myself from the intensity of the orgasm. Very likely, it's a combination of both.

When he begins to shift, I let go of his arms to reach behind me, grabbing his ass cheeks to keep him rooted inside me. Loren groans, burying his face in my hair.

"You're still hard," I murmur, clenching my ass.

He grunts. I feel his body shiver on top of me.

"Touch me," I instruct.

He pulls one of his hands from under my head and pushes it between my body and the bed until he can cup my cock locked inside my soggy jock. "So sexy," he grunts, his hips wiggling a bit. "I had no idea I'd find these so sexy."

I grin and close my eyes. Loren shifts his other hand so he can bury it in my hair. He almost always has his hands in my hair.

"Stay like this a while longer?" I ask.

He hums, seemingly just as content as I am to have his cock in my ass. I'm actually surprised that he's as hard as he is right now. I'm confident he got off, too.

"Do I make you this hard, Loren?" I ask quietly.

His chuckle tickles my neck. "So hard," he murmurs.

"Is it the jockstrap?"

His hand flexes around my dick. "Yes and no. You make me hard anyway, but I've been waiting to see this on you. It's so sexy."

I grin and then my eyebrows pinch. "You've been waiting to see this on me?" He nods. "This exact one?" He nods again. "How did you know I have it?"

Loren doesn't answer. His lips brush my jaw, making me shiver.

"Tell me," I whisper.

"You know I followed you."

My heart races at his words. I did know that. He's told me.

"Did you… break into my house?"

"I did."

My breath catches. "Why?"

Loren sighs. "Because I didn't know how to talk to you. Levis gave me some pointers, but I didn't know where to begin. I didn't know how to approach you. So I continued to follow you and when you were in class, I broke into your house to learn more about you."

I'm not sure if I'm a twisted fucker but my ass rolls, moving on his cock. "Hold still," I whisper. "Okay?"

He nods.

"Keep telling me."

"The first time, I was just getting the lay of the land. Finding your room was easy since I'd already seen you from your window at night."

My heart jumps. He'd been watching me through my window! For some reason, my hips move a little more. His damn dick is still so hard it's like having a flashlight in my ass.

Not that I know what that feels like…

"The second time I opened all your drawers. Touching your shirts. Examining your underwear. You have several that intrigue me." His voice isn't as steady now with my constant rocking. I spread my legs, so he's between them, giving me more leverage to dig my knees into the bed, and keep my fingers digging into his ass cheeks to hold him in place.

Breathless, he continues. "Then I broke into your tablet to see what apps you have. I touched your bedding and counted your pillows. I examined your bed."

"You opened all my drawers?" I ask, squeezing my eyes shut. Oh, god, please tell me he didn't open my toy drawer!

Loren presses a smile into my hair. "Yes. I saw your toy soldiers lined up for service. You have some interesting toys I'm definitely into seeing you use."

My face heats. "Oh, my god."

He chuckles. "But I had to leave there in a hurry when Jessica and Briar got home. I had one of your hair ties in my hand and I kept it. I wore it every day, with your hair still wrapped around it. So I had your DNA on me. Like I was wearing you."

I groan, driving myself onto his cock and grinding my hips. "What else?"

"I watched you sleep," he admits, grunting. My heart nearly stops.

"Why?"

"I wanted to know that you were peaceful. That you weren't having nightmares. I thought if I could be close to you while you were asleep, I might learn what to talk to you about."

"Why did you stop?" I ask. My orgasm is so close. So, so close. Listening to someone tell me how they've been stalking me, invading my privacy, shouldn't turn me on this much. I'm fucking sick.

"My dad said you'd be terrified of me if you woke up to me being there. He said that you'd never trust me then."

It's on my tongue to say he's wrong, but he's not. I would have freaked out.

I can't explain how the things he says makes me feel. Yes, this is maybe the biggest red flag to ever fly. And yet… I feel so fucking wanted. Loren spent weeks trying to get the courage to talk to me. At the moment, I would have been horrified. Mortified that he'd invaded my space. Terrified to find him there. But right now, I just feel… loved.

Closing my eyes, I concentrate on how good he feels inside me. How every rock of my hips brushes against my prostate. I'm practically vibrating. On top of the overwhelming warmth inside me from his words, I make a very reckless decision.

"Take your condom off," I whisper.

Loren doesn't question me. I let him up long enough to discard it. I hear the quiet slap of it hitting the wood floor.

"Back inside me," I whisper. "Come in my ass."

His dick doesn't feel different and yet, I'm convinced it does. His hands return to where they were and I grip his ass again, keeping him right where I want him.

"Tell me more," I whisper. "Squeeze my dick tighter. When I come, you come. Fill my ass, Loren."

He shivers almost violently. His breath is ragged now. His voice is raw. I work myself on his dick, letting his voice and the words he's saying that should be making me run as fast as I can, as far as I can, drive me on.

"I never want to let you out of my sight," he grunts. There's a slight rock in his hips now, as if he can't help himself. "I'm terrified of losing you. Of someone taking you from me when I'm somewhere else and can't be there to protect you. I want to keep you forever."

"Tell me about that," I say. So close. The grip of his hand around my dick has me seeing heaven. He's going to have nail marks in his ass when I'm done.

"I want to keep you," he repeats. I almost can't make out his words. He's close. Voice shaking, scratchy, a low growl penetrated by groans and gasps. "Keep you here where I can make sure you're safe. Where no one will ever hurt you. I will make you smile every day, forever. All you have to do is live, Oakley. Smile for me. Laugh. I'll give you the world." He shivers and I barely hear the last two words: "Love me," he whispers.

My body jerks as I come, burying my face into the blanket. Everything inside me feels like it's on fire as I moan through my orgasm.

Then Loren's coming too. His weight presses me down again as he buries himself as deep as he can. His dick feels like it has its own heartbeat. I swear, I can feel his cum fill my ass.

Irresponsible. The word bounces around in my head. Dangerous. But I don't even care. Risky. I needed to have his DNA, just like he had mine. I want to tie myself to this man in every fucking way I can.

I want to lose myself in his obsession.

Loren takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. A long, content sigh. He buries his face in my hair, a smile on his lips.

"We'll get tested tomorrow," I whisper. "I'm sorry—I shouldn't have told you to take the condom off."

He hums, but I think he's already asleep.

I can't sleep yet. I'm tired. Fucking exhausted. But everything I've learned about him since the being attacked dances around in my head like the macarena. It's on repeat, waving a bajillion red flags at me, telling me I should be afraid.

But with Loren's body weight on top of me, his hand buried in my hair holding me possessively, his hot breath on my neck as he sleeps peacefully, and his heartbeat a steady drum against my chest, I'm anything but afraid.

I love this. This is how I've always wanted to be loved. To be treated. His obsessive love is just… home. I want to get lost in it.

I'll take everything he gives me. I'll go wherever he wants me to be. As long as he's always there to shower his particular brand of love on me.

He's my sociopath and I wouldn't change a thing about him. Ever.