Page 62 of All That Glitters
She was an adult and could do whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted and wherever she wanted. I was pretty sure I wasn’t the only guy she’d had in her bedroom. Who were the others?
How many have there been? Was there someone else now?
I never told her we’d be exclusive during this thing I set in motion, but jealousy flooded me at the idea of her with some other asshole.
Did the others make her shake? Did they coax the best little noises from her when she came?
Did they pull out or use a rubber?
Were they drivers? Did I know them?
I wanted to know everything and everyone she’d ever had inside her.
I wasn’t used to the possession that flooded my body from top to bottom. I didn’t get that way about anyone. Women were a dime a dozen in the racing world. There were more female fans who’d do anything to be with a race car driver.
It didn’t matter what series it was, either. Stock, open-wheel, sports car, bikes… The elusive danger spread their legs.
At first, I was overwhelmed and overjoyed with how many women made propositions, but it got old pretty quick.
I hadn’t been with anyone who knew me in my profession or because of my profession in a while. Not until Helen. But she was different.
Helen had always been different.
Even on her knees with my dick in her mouth, she was different.
All her feelings for me were written in her eyes.
And I knew deep down that I had to tread carefully because I had no intention of stopping until I got back in a car. That was our deal and I was going to stick to it.
I would hold her to it, as well.
I’d told her I didn’t care, but that wasn’t true. I didn’t want to break her heart completely. I didn’t want her to hate me, though I hadn’t given her that impression. And with every move made, I knew the possibility of her hating me grew…
I wouldn’t stop, though. She was the key to everything.
I wanted her in my bed and I wanted back in a Glitterati race car.
I couldn’t have one without the other. I didn’t know why that was and I wasn’t interested in seeking out the answers. It was simply the way my brain decided it was going to be.
I didn’t touch her as she licked me clean. If I did, I’d be fucking her throat through the door at her back.
When I felt arousal start to build in my balls again, I took a step back, pulling out of her mouth. I’d always been quick at recovery, but usually not that quick.
She looked up at me, questions and vulnerability warring in the depths before she masked them.
I almost felt proud. She’d leveled up in our little game. How long would she be able to keep it up? How long would she be able to hide herself from me? It didn’t really matter because before all was said and done, whatever flimsy mask she was able to wear, I’d leave it broken.
That was what made this use of her so cruel.
I was going to hurt her in the end. I knew it before we began. She knew it, too.
And still, she said yes.
Part of it was because of Hale. If I was focused on her, I wouldn’t take everything that had been driving me out on him.
There was more, though…
I was using her love for me, her desire for me against her.
