His Stalker

STEIN

The night masked me as I watched him, hidden in a corner, my camera ready to take more pictures. He was just as cute as always, dressed in a custom-made suit, his hair slicked back, and his strides long and precise. I'd watched him get ready. The way the water cascaded down his naked back as he washed himself clean was so alluring I couldn't hold back. I'd wanked myself at the sight, wishing and hoping for a chance to touch him, to show him just what I was capable of. 

My dick twitched in my slacks and I punched it. “Soon,” I promised. I would soon make myself known to my prey. 

Kai Schwarz. The son of my father's enemy. 

I had watched him for five years now, followed him everywhere he went and kept tabs on him. I had even gotten rid of the men who tried to touch what was mine. 

I had protected him for years even though he didn't know, and soon, I'll make myself known to him. He will soon know he has a master. 

I took as many photos of him as I could as I drove behind him. He didn't notice, like always, and as much as I liked it, I hated to think of how he would have been oblivious if I were someone else. I need to teach him how to be conscious of his surroundings. 

I parked across from the street and watched him get in before I brought my iPad out, just to follow his trail. He went into the kitchen, had a glass of milk like he does each night before he strode to his bathroom.

My blood spiked up when he started removing his clothes, my dick twitching, thinking of sinking into that arsehole I had seen once when he bent over to pick a fallen soap.

He's a top, I know, but soon, I'll show him what a good bottom he can be for me. 

I unzipped my slacks and my dick sprang out in all its glory, all 7 inches. I rubbed on it while watching him. He had gotten out of his clothes and was now walking bare butt into the bathroom. 

I let out a curse, leaning back on my car seat as my hands worked furiously on my dick. He switched the shower on and started lathering his body with soap, sending me deep into a frenzy. With a muffled curse at him, I came, spilling all over my steering wheel.

Panting, I watched as he dried himself off before stepping back into his room. He put on his shorts and got under the covers, switching the light off. 

I took that as my cue. I got out of my car and stalked to the complex. I nodded at the security guard and hurried to the lift. I pressed the button for the pent floor and punched in his password. 

I made my way to his door the second I arrived, reaching into my pocket for the spare keys I snagged up from him five years ago. 

I let myself into the flat, careful not to make a sound, so I wouldn't wake him. This was my first time visiting his room with him in it, and I  was trying so damned hard not to let my excitement get the best of me.

I couldn't afford to wake him up and let him face me. It wasn't time. I needed to plan well for that. 

I went straight to his bed and sat down on it. He mumbled something in his sleep and turned with his back to me. 

“Cute.”

I switched on the lights so I could see his face well. Golden locks almost covered his face, and I had to tuck them back so I could gaze at him, at the face I fell in love with. 

I was straight out of college when I met Mr Schwarz for the first time. My dad had actually forced me to come to the gala, and I was having the worst time of my life until I saw him. Something clicked then. He awoke a desire I didn't know I had. And since then, I had watched him, my life revolving round his schedule. I worked when he did the same, watching him whenever I could, and slept whenever he did. 

I was obsessed with him and had been biding my time, keeping tabs on him, so I would know the right way to approach him. 

I rubbed my palm on his face, almost climaxing at the feel of his smooth skin. It was the first time I was touching him, and it felt like I was almost losing it.

Gulping, I pushed him gently, so he was on his back, legs spread. My eyes took him in, from his head down to his shorts. He always slept without a shirt, even in winter. I had watched him all these years through the cameras I installed in his house. However, none of them prepared me for the real deal. Mr Schwarz was just the embodiment of cuteness. It was almost funny how someone with such a muscular twink body would ever see himself as a top. 

I ran my fingers down his body and felt his abdomen clench. 

“So sensitive,” I muttered, repeating my action.

 

He groaned and tried to curl into himself, but I held him down. I didn't come in here tonight to watch him sleep. If that was the case, I would have watched him from my house instead of coming in here. 

I rubbed a circle under his navel and his cock twitched, yet he didn't wake up. That was why I took this risk. Kai is a heavy sleeper. It would take more than touching him this way to wake him up. He could sleep through a fucking earthquake.

I hooked my finger on the waistband of his shorts and tucked them down, revealing his dick. It was hard as a rod, stimulated by my fingers. 

I stared at the organ, frozen in shock and admiration, for a long minute. My mouth dried up as I stared at him. My dick twitched at the sight of a dick we had only seen through the lenses of a camera, and I knew I had to taste it.