The Psycho (The Soldiers of Anarchy 1)

Chapter Fourteen

Liv

Itried to forget that Adam was out there somewhere, watching what I was doing. To be honest, I was more annoyed for my brothers. How dare he watch us like that, invading on our private moments together. I contemplated calling the police, but as always, I ignored that urge. He was too clever, and the police–in my experience–were pointless. They’d never find him, and their incompetence would just irritate me. So instead, I chose to block him out. He’d get bored eventually when he wasn’t getting the reaction he wanted. Wasn’t that how they told you to deal with bullies?

I sighed, thinking about the mess that was my life right now. It was Thursday night, and unlike my friends who were off out with their significant others, I was at home, looking after my brothers. It wasn’t that much of a hardship. They mostly played on their X-boxes and then, when I told them to brush their teeth and go to bed, they did. They rarely made a fuss. Not like I used to when I was their age. But still, it was a sorry excuse for a life by any nineteen-year-old’s standards.

Once they were both tucked in bed and I’d switched their lights off, I made my way to my own room. My curtains were firmly closed, and I flopped down on my bed, debating whether to watch a Netflix box set or give myself an extra treat courtesy of Ronnie. It didn’t take long for me to think fuck it, I deserved to feel good about myself after everything that’d happened lately, and I took my trusty friend out of my top drawer.

I settled back on the bed, making myself comfortable and closed my eyes, letting Ronnie work the magic that always came whenever he was out to play. But for some reason, it wasn’t happening. I tried to zone out and picture my favourite fantasies to see if that’d help. The one where I’m at the gym, on my own in the changing rooms, and some guy comes in and starts talking dirty to me, telling me everything he wants to do to me in the showers, but nope. That didn’t work. So, I changed it up to the one where I meet a faceless stranger in a hotel bar, and we decide to go to his room. Sometimes there were other guys waiting for me when I opened the door. That one was usually a hit, but after a minute or two, I realised it was a non-starter too.

I was beginning to lose patience with myself, so I decided to pull out the big guns and go with the one where I stumbled across a hidden biker gang’s lair, and they take me. The only girl in a room full of horny oversexed men, and yet… Ah! Nothing. Fuck it. I threw Ronnie onto the bed next to me and gritted my teeth, feeling totally and utterly useless. I needed to relax, shut my brain off and go with the flow. Let it come naturally. Let my imagination take over.

I reached for Ronnie again and closed my eyes. This time, I made slow, sweet circles and delicate grazes over my clit as I imagined myself lying right where I was, listening to the rustle of the leaves outside, the swish of the breeze as it blew through the trees. I imagined my curtains billowing as the wind blew them through the open window, and then, a noise in the darkness.

He was here.

Slowly climbing through my window like a thief in the night, ready to take what he wanted. Dressed all in black, with his hood pulled down low to hide his face.

I didn’t stop, and he stood still, watching me, taking deep breaths as he saw me pleasuring myself, on display for him without a care in the world. Having him watch me was the biggest turn on, his eyes focused on the way I was playing with myself, his tongue darting out to lick his lips and his breathing irregular and desperate. He wanted me, and I wanted to orgasm so badly, but I wanted him to enjoy it too. I wanted him to get off on seeing me like this.

When he made his way towards me, my breath caught in my throat, and I felt myself start to pulse, the heat between my thighs growing more intense. Suddenly, without a word, he took Ronnie out of my hands and threw it down on the bed, climbing onto the mattress and crawling over me like a caged lion that’d just been set free. He grabbed my thighs, yanked me down the bed to where he wanted, and forced my legs open wider. And then his mouth was on me. His tongue swirling over and around my clit as I arched my back, crying out at how fucking amazing it felt. He clamped his whole mouth over me, and the suction sent my brain spiralling. I couldn’t speak, I could barely move, but the feelings, holy fuck, the feelings were better than anything I’d ever felt before.

His mouth sucked, licked, ate me like he was a starving man, and when he pushed his tongue into me, I whimpered, feeling the familiar burn of my orgasm building, but so much stronger than I’d ever known.

I looked down at him, seeing his face buried between my legs, and I grabbed him, pushing him forward, riding his face like my life depended on it. His tongue trailed back up to my clit and when he sucked hard, I screamed out, fisting the covers next to me and coming harder than I’d ever come before. But it didn’t stop, my clit was throbbing and beating so hard I couldn’t cope with the intensity, and I came again, my legs shaking as I totally lost control. I had multiple orgasms, the strongest and best I’d ever had, and I panted, feeling the sweat trickle off me onto the bed sheets.

I was gasping, quivering, struggling to come out of my hallucinogenic orgasmic state, but when I did, I looked at Ronnie discarded on the bed, and then at my fingers that were soaked. The window wasn’t open, and the room was in total darkness.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

I started to feel disgusted with myself. Ashamed. Had I really just fantasised about my stalker breaking into my bedroom and giving me oral? What sort of fucking freak did that make me? And yet, thinking about it made me tingle. I needed to make sure no one ever found out about this. That was one fantasy I had to keep hidden.

Forever.