Olivia's POV
For a moment I couldn't move, or breathe. So many things were going through my mind at once. Like, why was this man here again? Who was he? How does he know me? Why does he usually turn up at weird places? Does he follow me everywhere? And why was my body responding to his mere presence?
This was insane.
I took a deep breath, finally finding my voice.
"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely audible.
He chuckled softly behind me, his breath hot against my neck. His hands had moved up my arm, drawing small circles on my skin, causing my breath to catch.
"If I reveal that bit of information, it'll spoil the fun, wouldn't it?"
That voice. It sounded familiar, but I just couldn't place where I'd heard it. It was also possible that the stranger was altering his voice as well, making it difficult for me to figure it out.
I remained at a spot, my body suddenly too stiff to move, but also responding to his soft caress in the most shameful way.
"What do you want from me? Are you a stalker?" I managed to ask, my voice trembling.
He pressed a soft kiss at the hollow of my neck, sending shock waves coursing through my body. "I'm more than a stalker, Olivia Christine Hopton."
I whizzed back immediately at the mention of my full name, but he held on to my shoulders tightly, stopping me from turning back completely.
The little I'd seen when I'd turned was a tall imposing man, but I didn't get to see his face because it was hidden in a thick black hoodie that casted shadows across his features.
"Heyyy," he whispered softly like he was speaking to a child, "I mean you no harm Livy. I'm just a man who'd been hopelessly in love with you for the longest time. But I'd appreciate it if you don't turn back, or try to know who I am. You wouldn't want to know what I'll do if you try that."
"Excuse me?" I said, my voice rising now, panic mixing with confusion. "Is that a threat?" Seriously, was he threatening me now? I didn't even want to dwell on the fact that he just declared his love for me. Because what sane man would love a woman but prefer to stay hidden? Didn't he know I needed that love in my life right now?
"I can never threaten you, mi amor," his voice cut through my crazy thoughts, his hands now going under my gown, towards my breast. His fingers traced gentle patterns on my nipples, making my skin tingle. "I'll just prefer if we keep things this way. I promise not to hurt you, or do anything you wouldn't like."
I found myself leaning against him, my head dropping on his shoulders despite every rational thought screaming at me to run. Why the hell was my body betraying me?
"I don't know what you want from me," I said weakly, trying to hold back a moan as his hands started kneading my already sensitive breast. "But the first time was a mistake, and It won't repeat itself again."
"I don't think you mean that," he groaned behind me, his voice thick with desire.
My heart was racing, and I could feel the warmth of his chest against my back. This was wrong. So incredibly wrong. But my body seemed to have a mind of its own, responding to his touch like a magnet.
"How do you know my full name?" I asked, trying to focus on anything other than how his hands made me feel. "How do you know where to find me?"
"I know everything about you, Livy," he whispered against my ear, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "And I must say, I prefer this side of you. Although your Oliver side cracks me up every single time." He chuckled against my hair, and I could feel him taking a deep breath, sniffing in my hair like it was food for his soul.
Great! My stalker knows about my double life as well. Probably also knows other things I have no idea about.
Could my life get any more crazier? Why were all these happening to me at once?
"I love the way you bit your lips when you're nervous, Livy. But you don't have to be nervous around me."
I realized I was indeed biting my lip, and stopped immediately. Then I felt his low laugh behind me.
"God, I wish I could kiss those lips right now."
His words sent electric thrills through my body, and I found myself blurting out, "Why can't you?"
I almost smacked myself at the ridiculously insane question.
"Because Ma cherie, I can't let you see me."
"But why? Why won't you let me see you?" I asked again, meaning it this time.
"Because, once you know who I am, everything changes," he said sadly. "And I'm not ready for that yet."
Those words sent chills down my spine, and I honestly didn't know what to make of it. Who the hell was he that he was so scared of revealing his true identity? How would it change everything?
He cupped my face in his hands, "please close your eyes." he said gently.
I found myself obeying him, my eyes fluttering close.
I felt him tracing soothing circles on my cheeks, before his mouth finally met mine. He was still behind me, but from the direction of the kiss, he was standing beside me now, and all I wanted to do was open my eyes and finally see this stranger, but I was already absorbed in his delicious kisses, and the awkwardness of the whole situation.
The hands that were inside my gown began tracing butterfly touches all over my body, making me gasp at the feeling, until he finally came to settle on my panties, cupping my pussy through the thin fabric.
He deepened the kiss, devouring me like his life depended on it. No one had ever kissed me like that. Holding on to me like I was a precious gem.
I moaned into his mouth, my hands already reaching up to circle his neck, but he stopped, knowing I'd have to turn fully around to carry out that action.
Instead, he broke the kiss, and went behind me again, his hands never leaving my pussy.
Then he dipped his hands inside my panties, and started moving two fingers up and down my clits slowly, using the wetness I hadn't known was there to trace his thumb round my clits.
I trembled against him, reaching out behind me to hold on to him.
Then he slowly inserted his middle finger inside my pussy, while still strumming my clits with his thumb.
I bucked against him at the feeling, my toes curling inside my shoes.
One of his hands were on my breast, kneading and caressing, and I found myself moaning loudly. Thankfully, the sound from the TV muffled my voice.
His lips were trailing kisses down my neck, as he continued his beautiful ministrations in my pussy.
I felt my climax building, causing me to start rotating my hips against his hands. I wanted him to go faster, but didn't know how to ask.
He must've noticed my orgasm approaching because his hands stilled on my pussy.
I wanted to turn around, to ask him why he stopped, but he held me firmly in place, holding on to me but not moving.
My body was on fire now, and I needed release. It was rather frustrating.
I tried another approach. I started rubbing my ass against his groin, and it emitted a deep groan from within him.
He was already very hard, his bulging erection poking my asshole.
He whispered inside my ears, his deep voice making me drip more, "I want to fuck you, Livy. Please let me."
He said it like he was pleading, and my body reacted instantly. "Yes yes yes. Fuck me. Make me forget today's nightmare."
He removed his hands from inside me, then pushed me forward toward the couch.
Using one hand to hold me in place, I felt his other hand working to open his zipper. My whole body thrummed with anticipation as he pushed my back to the couch, raising my gown, and parting my legs for penetration.
As I felt his dick touch my skin, a weird thought occured to me.
"Wait!" I stopped him.
He froze.
"Please tell me you're handsome atleast?"
He threw back his head and laughed out loud.
"More than you know, Livy." He confirmed, his voice still filled with laughter, as he thrusted deeply inside me.