Page 164 of Steeling Her
I got branded as the mysterious bad boy player in the NFL because of my attitude. A title that I ignore. After I had my heart broken, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I fell into a dark and lonely place, avoiding my friends and family for a solid year. I hated myself and what I did. I never wanted to hurt her or make that decision, but I had to because even though I didn’t want to break up, I knew in my mind that they were right.
I was distracted, and I focused on her instead of my career. It was my own fault. I should have balanced both, but I’ve never had a girlfriend before so I didn’t know how to do it. I can’t even say her name anymore. She haunts me so much that I can’t bring myself to say it. It’s too sweet. The little things always remind me of her. Usually, a smell that I remember when I was with her or the shampoo she used to use.
I always think of her.
I even stalk her on social media.
After college, I used to do it often, then it died down after a while, but when TJ told me she got a boyfriend it picked back up. I stalked him too. Pretty boy Ted Craddock, who is a marketing director at an LA TV agency. He looks like a fucking idiot if you ask me. He dresses like his mom picked his clothes out for him too.
Fucknut.
When I chug back the first drink, I hiss at the burn trickling down my throat. I needed that, especially with the baby crying and the thoughts of her occupying my mind.
I tried to keep my distance, but I couldn’t. It made me miserable seeing her happy with him. I knew I lost her. I knew I couldn’t have her anymore. I knew he was probably a better choice for her. I knew he didn’t know who she was and that’s what she wanted, but I can’t let her go. I can’t set her free.
I just don’t have it in me.
I raise my hand to order another two from the same woman, who smiles as she makes her way back to the cabin where she stores the drinks.
“Rough morning?” The woman beside me strikes up another conversation again.
“You could say that,” I say as I sip on the next drink I was handed while waiting for my other two. She giggles like I said something hilarious. I didn’t—again.
She leans over my armrest and whispers in my ear seductively, “Why don’t you tell me about it?” I almost choke on my drink. She’s offering to listen to me complain about something she already knows about. When she unbuckles her seatbelt and keeps her lips pressed against my ear, I literally don’t know what to do. “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Knock three times and bring protection, handsome,” she says seductively.
I chug back the rest of the contents, letting it slowly affect me.Maybe this little rendezvous will help me sleep?
I watch her sway her curvy hips down to the restroom as I see the stewardess struts back with my drinks in both hands. I gladly take them from her and chug them back down my throat, needing it so I can do what I’m about to do with her. After two minutes, I walk down the narrow aisle and make sure nobody is around. I knock three times and get pulled in by my shirt. Immediately shutting the door behind me, her lips latch onto mine.
Her lips taste strange, but I push it aside and deal with it. “I didn’t think you were going to come,” she says as she strips my belt away from my pants and lets it drop to the floor. The mile-high club isn’t as glamorous as I thought it would be. There’s no fucking room in here at all.
I sway a little when I feel the alcohol strike me hard. “Neither did I,” I tell her, continuing to kiss her. She unbuttons my pants and unzips me so my jeans are free. Pushing the material down my thick legs, she pushes up my shirt resting just under my ribcage to see my well-earned six-pack that’s defined beyond belief.
“Damn, those are some good abs.” She bends down to lick and kiss them as I grip her hair hard in my hands.
“Go lower,” I command her, and she follows. I grunt when she takes my whole shaft into that hot, wet mouth of hers. After a few minutes of nearly making me cum, I yank her back up to me roughly. I lift her up onto the sink area where she can rest her ass on as I spread her legs, but she does that for me anyway.
So, she’s that kind of girl?
“Do you squirt?” I ask her. She smiles on my lips and kisses me feverishly. This woman isn’t holding back one bit.
“Are you requesting?” She smirks and trails her hands up my tight abs. She’s feeling every inch of my skin, but I feel nothing. Not a burn. Not even a spark. I feel absolutely nothing; as always.
“Not particularly,” I say nonchalantly as she’s sucking on my throat as she toys with me in her hand, pulling and pushing to get a rhythm.
“Then no. I don’t squirt.” She pulls back and stares at me like she can do it on command. I have never met a girl who can squirt on command. She asks, “You got a condom or are we pulling out today?” She smiles, still pumping me.
I grip her hand and bend down to get my wallet to retrieve my “in case of emergency” condom in the hidden pocket and show it to her. Her eyes say one thing while her face says another. I know that look, she wanted me to pull out but is hiding her disappointment.
“I don’t do the pull-out method,” I admit to her as I rip the foil open and extract the condom into my hand. Rolling it up my stiff length to get myself ready, I double check to see if there are no holes in it, just in case.
“Pity.” She chuckles as she wraps her legs around my waist and slams me into her. Her panties are already off.Or was she even wearing any?I think to myself.
“I don’t do that shit. This will be a quick fuck, nothing more. Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I ask her and watch her nod as she licks her stained lips that I know is all over my lips. As soon as she gives me the go-ahead, I position myself at her entrance and slam into her, beating that dripping wet pussy of hers.
“Oh fuck!” she whispers into my ear as I speed up my harsh thrusts. I have no mercy with her or her body. I don’t see this as anything more than sex. I don’t ever want to see it as anything more. I know I won’t see her ever again too.I hope I won’t, anyway.
I place my hand against the mirror behind her as I beat into her. I steady myself as I grunt, feeling the bliss building and my balls tightening.
