Page 10 of Nightstalker

Before I knew what was happening my left hand had slid under my tank top and I was palming my breast, squeezing it, making my nipples tighten once again. I closed my thumb and forefinger around my nipple pinching it, and pulling the sensitive nub away from my body. Holy shit that felt good!

I could hear Lincoln in the shower behind me; that thought alone had my body on fire. I kept my eyes closed and imagined him as he soaped up his muscular body. His hands running over his six pack then back down to the V that would lead down to an impressive package. I slid my right hand down my stomach wishing it was Lincoln’s soapy hand; I made my way down to my slippery entrance and pushed one finger inside.

“AHH Fuck.” I moaned out loud. There was a bang on the other side of the wall, it sounded like Lincoln had dropped something in the shower. I could clearly hear the commotion and the thought of Lincoln hearing me pleasure myself only spurred me on.

I gathered up my wetness and started to massage my clit in slow hard circles. With the water still running in Lincoln’s apartment I visualized him taking his dick in his hand and stroking himself in the same slow way I was rubbing my clit. I pulled my nipple harder and spread my legs wide the cool air on my sensitive pussy adding to my excitement. My vision of Lincoln jerking himself off grew more vivid as I massaged harder, and I could feel myself getting ready to come. My body began to shake and I was hot all over, as the first wave of sweet relief washed over my body I let out a shout, “Lincoln!”

“Sweet Jasmin.” Came through the wall. That’s all it took for a tidal wave of pleasure to surge through my body leaving my legs shaking and me panting.

It took several minutes for my body to calm down and the waves of pleasure to subside. Just as the water turned off on Lincoln’s side the embarrassment started to wash over me. Had I really just pleasured myself thinking about Lincoln naked in the shower? Holy shit, I was going to die. The thought of him hearing me turned me on just minutes ago and now the thought of him hearing me come made me want to crawl under my bed and hide for a hundred years. I need to quit my job!!

I jumped out of bed and made my way to my bathroom to wash my hands. How was I ever going to face Mr. DDG?

***

The vibrating and buzzing sound pulled me from sleep; I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. I fumbled with it entering in my security code to unlock my screen. Once I finally got the annoying alarm to stop I tossed it back on the table and stretched. Damn I felt like I just closed my eyes. What in the hell was that noise? Still half asleep I pushed up to lean my back against the wall behind my bed; no head board for me. I was being a nosey bitch and I couldn’t help it. Was that classic rock? All the guys on the team busted my chops over my affinity for Classic Rock & Roll.

I heard the first strums of Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird and I relaxed my back onto the wall, settling into the soothing guitar solo listening to my favorite song. Something about that song gave me a sense of peace.

Classic Rock reminded me of my childhood, sitting in the garage with my adopted dad helping him work on his Harley. For as long as I could remember it was just him and I in that garage. Me, barely out of diapers, covered in grease and him teaching me about bikes. There was always music in the background. The classics, real musicians, Bob Segar, Jim Croce, and Skynyrd. When music was still about something; it was from the soul and not about making a label a little coin. After my parents died, Dad took me in and adopted me. He never married; it was always just him and I. I could not have asked for a better father; he loved me in every way. Damn I missed that man!

When the song ended some annoying death metal shit started to play and that was my cue for coffee. I grabbed my phone and checked the time I had thirty minutes to shower and get out the door. Good thing for me I was a low maintenance type of girl, actually a no maintenance type of girl. I could not remember the last time I did anything remotely girly. I was surrounded by men all day that considered me a team mate, not a woman. I did not date, and I did not have friends that were female. I wondered if I would be different if I had a mother to teach me all that girly shit I missed out on.

“Shit and damn,” I yelled out when I spilled hot coffee down my leg. I quickly cleaned up my mess and headed for the shower; if I didn’t double time it I was going to be late. Subconsciously I might have been delaying heading to HQ, the thought of having to face Linc after last night has my stomach full of butterflies. What the actual fuck! I did not feel butterflies; I didn’t even say the word butterflies. What in the hell was Mr. DDG turning me into?

Chapter Six

Lincoln

I paced this damn floor all night long!

My blood rushed through my body and I felt like I was gonna come out of my skin. I must have walked to the front door a hundred times wanting, no needing, to go over to Jasmin’s side of this fucking duplex. Knowing that only a wall separated us had me so on edge no amount of pushups or sit ups could burn the adrenaline pushing through my body. From that first sexy moan I heard on the porch I was a goner. My dick was so hard I am surprised I didn’t have permanent damage. Who the hell was I kidding, my dick had been half hard from the moment I saw her again in the conference room. Last night when she stood in front of me with her gun drawn, only wearing that thin tank top, nipples on full display, and those skimpy little boxer shorts, FUCK! That woman was my every fantasy.

It was that first moan that I could not get out of my mind. The fierce look on her face when I told her she was running away from me, the warrior in her would not let her cower. It is that warrior that I wanted to tame. I wanted to bend her to my will, and see just how far I could push her boundaries. I knew she did not give her power over easily, that I would have to work to have her yield to me. And she would. That is the true power exchange, a strong woman willingly giving herself over. The total power exchange that I longed for.

When she brushed her tight nipples against my chest, pure lust shot through every nerve ending. I had to touch her, there simply was no other option, her skin was covered in goose bumps just from me whispering in her ear, and her silky flesh called to me like a seductress. I could smell her sweet sex; I had to have just a little taste. It was euphoric when I touched the soft skin of her thigh and felt just how wet she was. Her taste exploded on my tongue when I sucked her wetness off my finger.

When I made my way into my side of the duplex I went straight for a cold shower. My dick was begging for the attention. Attention that I knew Jasmin was not ready for. As soon as I finally got my dick to cooperate and go down, that’s when I heard Jasmin’s sweet moan from the other side of the wall. The shampoo bottle slipped out of my hands and hit the floor. Once again my dick was like granite thinking of Jasmin’s small little fingers sliding into her tight pussy. I ached to fill her up and tie her down, tie her to me so tightly she could never break free. I did something I had not done since I was a horny teenager, and stroked my dick. Thinking about Jasmin pleasuring herself, I could picture her beautiful body laying across her bed her nipples erect begging for attention. Knowing she was only inches from me had me placing my head against the shower wall trying to get closer to her. All it took was hearing her call out my name when she orgasmed and white hot pleasure shot out of my dick all over the tile wall and I let out my own cry.

After the shower jerk off session I could not get my mind to shut off. Visions of Jasmin plagued my mind. No other woman has ever gotten under my skin the way she has. I am a one night type of guy. My life does not allow for more than that, and honestly some Frog Hog bar slag never interested me past being a warm body for the night.

Jasmin Smith was my game changer, now all I had to do was tame a prickly five foot nothing warrior princess. Easier said than done.

***

I could not have timed this shit better if I had tried. God was looking down on me blessing me with good luck today.

“Morning,” I called out to Jasmin as she stepped out of her house.

“Morning.” She turned her red face away from me quickly and bee lined it towards the bikes.

Holy shit this was just too good to pass up, tough as nails Jasmin Smith red faced and shy. Damn, she was turning me on with this innocent schoolgirl act. Well, it was either that or the tight black leather pants she had on. Either or, my dick was stirring once again.

“What’s the hurry, sweet Jasmin?”

“I don’t like to be late. Z will have your ass if you’re not in that conference room by zero nine fifty. Anything less than ten minutes early is late to him.”

I call bullshit on her late excuse but I’ll let it slide.