Just before the night was over Momma walked King over to where I’d been sitting in the corner all night, being ignored. Our family barely acknowledged me, because Momma rarely took me around them, and there were none my own age.
“This is King,” she said before telling me he would watch me while she and her husband were gone on their month-long honeymoon. Then she pivoted in her expensive heels and walked away leaving us to finish introducing ourselves. I just shook my head inwardly at the fact that she was leaving me with a perfect stranger.
His eyes had been low and hooded as if he were high or had been fucked really good. He smelled like weed and sex, so I guessed both. I’d scrunched my nose up and scooted further away from him. His response was to wink at me from behind his superman glasses. I wondered if he was hiding a different persona behind his glasses like superman.
“Welcome to the family, Eden. My father says you’re a good girl.” He half smirked-half smiled. His voice was deep and smokey. The way he said “good girl” as if he was daring my young ass to tell him or show him different. That made me scrutinize him.
I watched as his eyes trailed from the top of my head to the tip of my toes. There was an appreciative gleam in them, and he wasn’t bashful about me knowing he liked what he saw, either. I was used to it, though. He looked at me the way most men who first met me did. I was a “thick” teenager with more ass and tits than I needed.
My first impression of him was that he was obnoxious, violent, and loud. He looked weird, too. He was tall, like 6”3’ and slim, too slim, like really slim and wearing too tight, hipster black pinstripe dress pants. His tats peeked from under the collar of his dress shirt. He had this rocker-chic look going, with huge gages in his ears, and his tongue was pierced too. Not my type, but I couldn’t deny he was attractive with his messy, thick black hair and pale, tatted skin.
He’d put his hand out for me to shake, and reluctantly I’d shook it.
A spark of electricity passed between. He snatched his hand away and frowned, his eyes never leaving me. His thick, black brows drew together creating a V. His tongue darted out and trailed his lips as he searched my face for something. He either found it or didn’t, I’m not sure, but he eventually looked away. Then he sat next to me in silence until his daddy called a car to pick us up. I could feel him watching me the entire time we sat there, but every time I turned to look at him, he’d be facing forward. Weird indeed. Then out of the blue he asked me how old I was. I answered, “I’m fifeteen.” He shook his head, then he didn’t say a word to me after. Not even in the limo as we sat facing each other. His behavior amused me.
The month he “watched” me while our parents toured Europe comprised of my being in my brand-new home alone until our parents came back.
For the next two and a half years, he avoided me like the plague. It was obvious he was doing it. I’d walk in a room, he’d walk out. I don’t think we had exchanged over ten words, and he was always short with me. But when we were forced to be in a room together, he was always watching me. I was okay with the distance, though. He was five years older and weird. He was a non-factor as far as I was concerned.
I made new friends. I met Ellis. I got accepted to Spellman. I got a reprieve from my Momma’s bullshit because she was solely focused on James.
King and my relationship was non-existent until I caught him fucking one of the many girls he would bring over. I went to the shed out back to grab paint for a class project. I had heard the moaning before I even put my hand on the knob. I knew my mother and James were inside where I’d left them, so it couldn’t be them. I should have minded my business, but curiosity got the best of me.
My heart pounded as I eased the door open. I walked in just beyond the threshold and peaked from behind the shelves that lined the walls. There was King and a girl, but she was calling him Ashford. Not just calling his name but screaming it. Ashford, Ashford, Ashford, repeatedly while, throwing her hips back into him.
King had her positioned so that she was kneeling on his daddy’s work bench. One of her legs was thrown over the top, and he was pistoning in and out of her with his thick, long dick.
The ecstasy on her face had me imagining switching places with her. My hand went to my throat. I gripped it. I felt envious and aroused. I was more turned on than ever before. Involuntarily, I moved closer so I could get a better look. They were in the shadows and I couldn’t see King clearly. For some unexplained reason I desperately needed to.
Seeing his body nude for the first time made me realize that he wasn’t as thin as I’d thought. His clothes hid tight lean muscle. He had one of those swimsuits model’s bodies and his tats were mesmerizing. He was fucking gorgeous, and I hadn’t noticed. Or maybe he had just matured. The gages and tongue ring were gone, so were the glasses that used to hide his dark eyes.
I don’t know if he heard me or saw me, but he chose the moment I finally came to my senses and was backing out of the room to look up. The weight of his stare froze me in place. I couldn’t have moved even if someone had had a gun to my head.
His face was blank, but his eyes were alive. He continued fucking her and holding me captive without missing a beat. I held my breath praying that the girl didn’t turn and see me too. As if he’d read my mind, he pushed her head further down, and her long red hair further obscured her vision.
The next thing that happened blew my mind and put me on the road of destruction. He pulled out of her, used his fingers to continue to fuck her while he removed the condom he’d been wearing, He spit in his hand and watched me while he pumped his fat hard cock. He stroked his long shaft from top to bottom. Pre-cum oozed from the tip.
I was breathless. My breasts throbbed for attention. It took everything in me not to pull my tits out and play with them for him like I did for Ellis. I wanted to be the reason he came. I wanted him to make me cum. My pussy ached like it had never done before. I fisted my hand into the small silk camisole I was wearing to restrain myself. His eyes fell to my exposed cleavage. They lingered a while before coming back to my face.
I bit my lip so hard I almost drew blood when he threw his head back. “Fuck,” he cursed and groaned. He came shooting cum all over the girl’s ass. The sounds he made while cumming made my entire body ache. My mouth watered. I imagined tracing the thick, prominent vein on his cock with my tongue. I wondered what he would taste like. I exhaled slowly, setting free a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.
We watched each other for what felt like hours. The predatory look in his eyes both scared and excited me. He mouthed “go.” I turned and ran.
Watching him fuck that girl had fed something in me. I had always been sexual. I’d watch porn and played with my pussy. I’d been finger fucked and had my titties sucked to orgasm, gave blow jobs, but nothing had ever felt as exhilarating as watching King though. I wanted that rush again, or maybe I wanted King. I didn’t exacty know. But couldn't find out right away. King ignored me for the next two weeks. No matter how much I tried to get his attention he ignored me. I was used to being ignored, but him doing it bothered me. My desire for him turned into this weird obsession.
I started watching him, waiting for my chance to catch him vulnerable again.
One night when he came home, I waited until I heard the bathroom door in the hall close, then I snuck to his room.