Mad Maggie II

Lust Is In the Air

Joanne's POV

Stayner and I'm cuddling on the couch, watching a movie. It's an action movie with a lot of explosions and gunshots. It's not something I'd like to watch, but the only reason I'm still watching it is because the lead actor is hot as fuck. I mean, the way he fights off the bad guys and all that crap...damn.

Other than that, I haven't paid attention to the movie until the end credits roll up. I yawn, "Already? That was a good movie."

"Good? It's fucking awesome!" Stayner laughs as he turns off the TV. I snuggle myself on his chest, not talking. I feel so relaxed in his arms, and he's so warm.

"I recall you told me about your old hometown...Martha's Vineyard, right?" Stayner asks me. That question shocks me out of the blue, but I keep my cool.

"Yeah." I snuggle myself onto his chest. He gently runs his fingers through my hair.

"Why did you and your folks move to Boston?" Stayner rests his arm around my waist. I wanna tell him about my dad's business expanding and all that, the usual lies. But I don't wanna mention it again. Instead, I decide to mix up the truth.

"There was...a stalker." I sigh. Stayner looks at me with an expression that's a mix of shock, surprise and confusion.

"What? What happened?" he quietly asks me. I take a deep breath, thinking. Would it makes me feel better lying to him? No. But do I have to tell him the whole truth? No. Even if the situation doesn't look too good for me here, I have to stay quiet. There's no way I'm gonna get people doubting me now.

I make up the story as I go, telling Stayner about the stalker that has stalked me for a long time. He was obsessed with me and he often asked me out for dates, but I usually denied him as I already had a boyfriend at the time. The stalker took a hard time about that, and he started stalking. In fact, it had gotten so bad my parents had to hire a bodyguard to keep him away from me. The last time he tried to contact me, he tried to kill me before he got captured by the police.

"That's part of the reason why I left home, Stayner." I finish the story, looking down to my knees. I feel like a fool for telling him this stupid lie, but yet I can't let him know that I'm a cold-blooded murderer that killed a girl I bullied for a long time, who by the way, is probably searching for me so she can finally get rid of me!

"That...is horrific. Joanne, why didn't you told me this before?" Stayner snuggles me close to him. I look up to him and I feel tears brimming in my eyes, ready to fall out. I quickly wipe them away as I quietly say, "I don't really know who I can talk to..."

"Shh, it's okay baby. I'm here." Stayner rubs my back, my face snuggling in his neck. He whispers in my ear, "It's gonna be okay. I'm here now, that fucker can't hurt you now. Not anymore."

But the question is, does he have any idea how powerful the "stalker" is? No, he doesn't know. I saw Maggie breaking a large table in half with just her bare fist. She also broke Eric's neck right in front of me...

"Mmm, baby, you taste delicious." Stayner whispers, his breath tickling my neck. I gasp in surprise and bite my bottom lip as he kisses it, his hands roaming my back. One of his hands grab my ass tightly as the other sneaks under my shirt and tugs on my bra. I hum quietly as I grip his shoulders. All the fear and anxiety melt away as Stayner continues kissing my neck. I close my eyes and lean my head away from him, giving him access to my neck.

This is what I want. I want him. I want him to get all the fear away from me. Stayner...he's the only one who can do that to me right now.

Stayner's POV

I want her so bad. Oh god...the scent of her, the way her hair gently flows on her shoulders, how her eyes remind me of the sky...

I gently suck on her neck as she grips my shoulders. She giggles as I nibble on her neck before I grasp her ass, revealing a small gasp from her. I chuckle as I kiss from her neck to her jawline. She whimpers as I nibble on it, my other hand playfully tickling her back.

"Why don't we take this in the bed?" I whisper in her ear, rubbing her ass. God, her ass is so soft and firm. 

"Yes..." she breathes. I lift her up, grasping her ass. She giggles as she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk to the bedroom, careful not to bump into anything. I gently put her onto the bed and roll myself onto my bed. She crawls onto me, softly grinning. She places herself on my hips and pulls at the hem of her shirt.

"Wanna see something?" Joanne asks me, biting her lower lip. Damn, she looks so hot when she does that sexy thing with her lips.

"Yeah..." I breathe, my heart racing up. She takes off her shirt, I drool at her. She's wearing a mint blue lace bra and she looks so hot in it. 

"You're sexy as hell, babygirl." I grip her hips. Joanne giggles as she grinds on me. I quietly groan as she rubs against my penis, which gets harder. I caress her hips harder and push her against me. She quietly moans as she closes her eyes, her lips partly open. 

"Ah...fuck baby, I'm gonna make love with you." I growl as I take my shirt off and toss it carelessly onto the floor before I grip her hips again. My hands roam onto her ass and I give her a good smack. She quietly yelps as she slightly jumps from the smack.

"You like that, princess?" I growl. Joanne nods, breathing heavily. She teasingly takes off her bra and I swear to god, it's the best thing I've ever seen in my whole life. Her nipples are hard, begging to give them attention. 

I flip her onto the bed before she can draw a single breath and crash my lips onto her. She moans into my mouth, her hands on my back. I give her a last kiss before I go down, leaving a trail of hot kisses. Joanne moans and whimpers. When my face is right between her soft breasts, I grab one and gently massage it as I suck on the other nipple. She gasps as I twist my tongue around the nipple before sucking on it. I move on to the other breast and suck on it. She whimpers loudly as I give it a long suck before I go up to her and kiss her. 

Shortly, all of our clothes are off and I already have a condom on. I position myself on the bed, ready to get started.

"You ready?" I ask her, looking for discomfort and fear. But I see none of those. Instead, I see lust and excitement. 

"Please..." Joanne whimpers as she looks at me, her legs open for me.

"Atta girl." I chuckle as I slowly thrust into her. She throws her head back onto the pillow, revealing a long, quiet moan. When I'm fully in her, Joanne whimpers, "Fuck me. Please."

We fuck for a good amount of time and the only things we can hear are our panting, the moans and the skin slapping on skin.