I nod in agreement and fight the urge to tell him to stay.
Gia and Marco are still standing in the hallway as I thought they would be. She gives me a small wave and I return it before shutting the door behind them and flipping the lock. I do as I was told and set the alarm. I got the thing one day after I met Jason. The landlord said everyone in the building was getting one, but could that have been one of the many ways Jason had never really left my life? I walk over to my day bed and sit down. My mind swirls with different things and I think back on our first kiss and how he’d had to leave seconds after it happened. Was it to get himself under control?
He openly admitted to tracking my phone. I still have no idea how he knows when my period is. Unless he’s watching me? Tracking my purchases maybe? I have no idea how he’d do that, but now that I’m thinking about it this should scare me. I know about obsession because I saw it first-hand.
Obsession can make people do crazy things, but still I want to know what Jason will do next.
Chapter 6
Jason
I paced all night thinking about her. It’s not unlike every other night since we met, but now that I’ve had a taste of her I can’t stay away. I’ve got to learn to control my urges or I’m going to cause her to run from me. I want her so much, but I know I’ll only push her away if I keep doing what I’m doing.
We spent the afternoon at my parents’ house with everyone hitting me with questions. Luckily my newly engaged sister was a welcomed distraction and Gia ended up being the center of attention. Everyone was focused on her and Marco and the upcoming nuptials. They don’t want to wait to get married, so they needed to finalize things immediately for a quick wedding.
As I sat there and thought about Sky, I wondered what our wedding would be like. It was never if we got married but when. Even when I was keeping my distance I’d jerk off to the fantasy of her walking down the aisle to me in a white dress, her belly big and round with our baby and a diamond on her finger. Having her tied to me in every way possible is the only thing that can make me cum and the only difference about last night was that I knew what her pussy tasted like when I touched myself.
I take the stairs two at a time because I can’t wait any longer. The sun isn’t even fully up, but I’ve brought breakfast and coffee to help smooth it over.
When I get to her door I knock and when I don’t hear anything I knock again, louder. After what feels like an eternity I hear movement on the other side of the door and I see the light change through the peephole, letting me know she’s there.
“Jason?” Her voice is hoarse from sleep and the vision of what she must look like when she first wakes up warms me.
“Yeah, I just want to talk.” It’s a white lie because although I do want to talk to her, I want to eat her pussy again too. “I brought breakfast.”
She opens the door just a little and narrows her eyes at me. When she recognizes the bag from her favorite bakery, her eyes widen and she opens the door all the way.
“I really shouldn’t let you in after all the pie I ate last night.” She steps aside and I place the bags on the kitchen counter as she locks the door.
“Did it make you think of me?” I ask when I turn around, and I’m pleased when I see her cheeks redden.
Her hair is over one shoulder and messy from sleep. She’s not wearing any makeup and she’s heartbreakingly beautiful. The small sleep shirt has ridden up to show a strip of her soft belly and her shorts are tiny and rolled down at the waist. Everything about her makes me want to cuddle her back under the warm covers, yet my need for her is outweighing all the other carefully planned thoughts I was going to say.
“Jas—”
I cut her off as I lunge for her and cover her mouth with mine. I pick her up and have her pinned to the wall in half a breath, and it only takes that much longer before her legs are wrapped around me. She moans into my mouth and I rock against her softness until the hard ridge of my cock is grinding on her pussy.
“I had a plan,” I growl as I kiss my way down her neck and push her shirt up. When I touch the edge of her bare breast, I surge forward, desperate to find her nipple. My fingers graze the tender peak and I pinch her slightly until she gasps. “I was going to be better at this.”