“Like a little baby deer, completely unaware, aren’t you?” Talon whispered to himself from across the street as he watched Olivia dart out of Candace’s house. He was stationed between two houses in the narrow alley between them, hidden in the shadows. “You’re lucky you have me.”
When Olivia was half a block away, he crossed the street and followed leisurely behind, making sure several groups of people remained between them. She seemed a little jumpy tonight. Talon’s eyebrows drew together—she also left her friend’s house quite a bit earlier than usual.
Was she feeling okay?
Talon watched her head of straight, brown hair hanging loose over her olive-green hoodie (cute), as well as everyone else around them, the three blocks south and one block east it took to get to Olivia’s upper one-bedroom on Lilac Street. He made sure she scurried up to her apartment, like a little squirrel this time, before continuing two blocks farther east so as not to alarm her, in case she was watching him (the prospect made him tingle).
Per his routine, he doubled back through a particular route and stationed himself in a spot with a good vantage point. He could catch glimpses of Olivia through the slits in her curtains until she shut the lights off. Only after she went to sleep did he make his way home, several hours later.
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Talon was getting too excited to sleep these days. A plan over a year in the making was coming to fruition in just over a week. He felt jittery all over with the excitement of keeping Olivia with him all day, every day and doing everything with her. Pleasing her. Taking care of her. Protecting her.
He would be her everything, just as she was his everything. And if she needed convincing…he’d have the whole summer to do it.
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Just in case, Talon went through his meticulously stocked supplies once again. Everything was already memorized, but at this point, it was somewhat comforting to see the harnesses, ropes, and straps he might have to use to secure Olivia. Part of him hoped he would need to…or that she would at least let him tie her up.
Now he was hard again. Fuck.
It was getting more and more difficult to keep his dick under control lately. All he wanted to do was Olivia. Olivia, Olivia, Olivia. She was his first and last thought every day. He woke up hard and went to sleep masturbating to her pictures. Obviously, it still wasn’t nearly enough.
“I need her,” he groaned, unzipping his jeans in the middle of the basement and taking himself in hand. He imagined pulling off her black yoga pants and flipping her over, socks on and ass up on the nearby mattress. Talon had set up multiple areas around the house in preparation for what he was sure would be frequent lovemaking, just like he was imagining now.
He’d slide his jeans down far enough just to free himself, then ease into her tight, wet pussy, coating himself in her wetness. He was proud of his size and a little worried he would hurt Olivia until she got used to him, so until then he would take it slow, even if the pace was agonizing.
But in his imagination, his next thrust would slam in, balls deep, and he kept it up until he could feel himself about to come. There was another item he kept around the house, conveniently located for times like these. Talon grabbed one of Olivia’s empty mocha bottles that she’d left behind in class just in time, and shot his load into the bottle, imagining it was her lips around the head of his cock.
“Olivia,” he mumbled, chest heaving, “why do you torture me like this? Huh?”
He let his head hang back as his dick softened in his hand. One more week of this. After a year of waiting, what was one more week? He couldn’t rush it. He wouldn’t. Everything had to go according to plan, or it would all go to waste.
He just had to be patient a little bit longer.