Page 165 of Steeling Her
“Oh shit, yes!” she moans again, and I lift my face away from her. I don’t want to hear her. “Right there! Oh God, yes! I’m cumming. I’m cumming!” She pants just as I can feel her walls convulse around me but I’m the one who cums first. I put my own needs before her as I come into the rubber wrapped tightly around me, not giving two shits if she comes. “Oh, don’t stop!” She gasps but her hand goes down to touch herself. She moves it in circles as she strokes her clit while I still pump into her, feeling the stretch of my orgasm.
Just a little more.
“Oh, fuck yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She leans back against the mirror as she comes down off her high with my hand over her mouth to muffle her cries of bliss. I’m still cumming inside the condom, pulse after pulse. Her walls have me trapped while she comes back to reality.
When I decide to pull myself together, I know I’ve done my deed. I’ve officially joined the mile-high club.
I slide out of her and check the condom again. Nothing has burst, so we’re all good. I pull up my boxers and pants, retrieve my belt that fell on the floor, retie it around my narrow waist, and discard the condom wrapped in tissue paper in the nearby trash. Once she restores herself, I stumble out of the bathroom quickly and try not to draw attention to myself, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I return to my seat without any stares. Nobody notices me because they’re either asleep or listening to something.
At least some people can sleep to the sound of that godforsaken devil squeals.
I sigh in gratification that I got today’s fix. Resting back into a comfortable position, I recline my seat as I see her stomping down from the doors that she pushed open with aggression.
She drops herself down on the seat next to me. I wonder what the hell just happened since I left? I let her know that it was a quick fuck beforehand, right? She agreed to it, so why is she so pissed at me?
We both stay silent for the next few minutes. I slowly stop caring as to why she’s so annoyed right now. Instead, I return to stare back out the window like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. Until she finally decides to speak up.
“It’s Jody, asshole,” she mutters, making me whip my head back around to her.
“I’m sorry?” I inquire.
“You should be!” she hisses at me and I arch my eyebrow with the tone she’s now giving me.
“Look, I told you it was just sex—”
“I know it was, but it would have been nice if you got my name correct.” Biting my cheek, I retrieve my body away from her as she leans closer to me.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about?” I’m dumbfounded by what she’s telling me.What is she talking about?
“What I’m talking about is that you called me ‘Carter.’ ” I freeze, and I can feel my entire body drain my blood, ice shattering my heated bliss with her only moments ago. I called her . . .her.
Fuck, I did itagain.
“It’s Jody, not Carter,” she chastises once more and twists her body away from me in a huff.
Even after all these years, she still has an effect on me. Even when I’m with another woman, my mind and body still wants her. It longs for the one and only woman that I ever fell for.
I don’t even apologise to . . .Jodyfor being an ass. That was an ass move on my part. I’m just so staggered that it keeps happening to me. It only happens when I’ve drank more than I should because it just floods out of me. It’s the like gates have opened and I want her, and I let myself know that. I miss her. I really do. I’ve stayed single all of these years because I haven’t met someone that’s on par with her.
The truth is I want her back in my life. I’ve compared every girl I’ve ever been with to her, and none of them come close. I don’t think anyone ever will either.
I don’t think I’d ever feel the same way I felt when I was with her. I know I won’t. Nothing will compare to her.
As we finally descend to ground level after a tiring flight of screaming, alcohol, and awkwardness, I’m finally ready to leave this flight. However, the stewardess has other plans for me.
With nobody on the flight, not even the pilot, it’s just us alone. At first, it was just casual flirting, to which I got a glare from Jody as she left. Now, I’ve got another mouth wrapped around my dick while my pants are currently around my ankles. Sitting in the first row of first class on an empty plane means I can moan as loud as I want.
What is with these LA chicks? They’re hornier than I am, and that says a lot.
She’s sucking me off with her breasts spilling out of her top as she plays with herself, but I’m too caught up in the feeling to even care about her. I had to bite back my moans just in case I let her name slip again.
With a fist full of her hair, I push her head down further to make her take all of me.
“Take it all,” I whisper as she grunts on my dick, taking me deep in the back of her throat and clamping down on me. I can feel myself losing control because she’s not letting up. It’s tight and steady; just how I like it, but there’s no feeling, like what happened earlier.
Fuck.
As I fill her mouth up with myself, she surprises me by swallowing me. Panting harsh breaths, I lose restraint once again.
