I happily took his cock deep in my throat, savoring the taste of him. His thrust his stiff erection further down my throat, causing me to gag, but I kept going. I loved the sloppy, messy business of getting him off and giving him pleasure. When I reached up to cup his balls, Steele groaned.
The alpha male bit down on his lip as I worked. I sucked him harder and faster until I felt him throbbing. I was delighted when a huge load squirted into the back of my mouth, tangy and delicious. My pussy pulsed in time with each hot jet, creaming with orgasm as he poured himself into my tummy.
I swallowed it all gratefully, and stood up on wobbly knees. I felt like I was being revived from a century of sleep. His hands gripped my hips then fell on my ass, squeezing it hard.
“Time for me to give it to you, nice and hard the way you like it,” Steele said through gritted teeth. In an instant, he turned me around and pulled my panties down. I poked my ass out, anxious to feel his hard cock inside of me.
He grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, then slid his massive tool inside my tight asshole, already lubricated with my saliva and his semen. I almost shattered then. I’d been expecting it in my cunt, and to suddenly have a different hole breached was shocking, although deliciously good. He spanked me as he rammed his cock in and out of me. It was a shock to feel him plunge so deep inside but I loved it. My ass was always ready for him and in a span of seconds, I was coming on Steele’s massive rod.
“Oh god!” I cried as pleasure started to rip through me. It was all I had been wanting for the past couple of months, and I finally was getting it.
Steele grunted with each pump he gave my tight hole. My pussy was throbbing and wet as my ass took a good pounding. Steele’s balls slapped against my clit and I grunted with pleasure, leaning forward and sticking my bottom out as far as I could.
“God,” I moaned, biting my lip to keep from screaming. Thrilling sensations rushed down my body and soon I was covered with a fine layer of sweat as our lovemaking grew more intense.
Steele pumped his cock even deeper inside me, tightening his grip on my neck. My eyes rolled back as he fucked me harder and deeper, owning me with his manhood. My cries were echoing in the library, but Steele put his hand over my mouth to silence me.
“Don’t be loud, Rosy,” he panted in my ear. “We wouldn’t want your fellow students to know, would we?”
I bit down on my lip to try and silence my moans, but it was pointless. He felt too good. His cock was throbbing in my ass, and I knew he was about to come. I squeezed my legs together, and was delighted to feel a hot load rush into my ass, bubbly and virile. Simultaneously, my pussy and anus clenched once more before dissolving into a series of shivers as I hurtled over the edge.
“Oh Steele!” was my breathless wail, the sound escaping from between his fingers. “Oh god!”
“Holy shit!” Steele grunted as his cum spewed deep into my bottom. Blast after blast hit my GI tract, and I shuddered from the deep, delicious invasion. Finally though, he pulled away. A powerful musk hung in the air between us and I breathed it in – it was the very scent of sex, of Steele. Of everything I had been missing since the cabin.
I exhaled heavily and dropped to the floor, my legs too weak to stand.
“Your cock feels amazing as usual,” I said softly. I couldn’t even lie.
Steele grunted and turned his back to me, ignoring me as usual.
My heart sank in my chest. He was avoiding my gaze again.
“I shouldn’t have come,” he said quietly. He quickly zipped his jeans up and looked at me one last time, regret covering his face, and hurried down the stairwell. And just like that, my man was gone.
My chin started to tremble as I watched him disappear down the stairwell. I thought I was okay without him, but I was wrong. As the sound of his footsteps faded, I felt closer and closer to crying.
I sighed and pulled my panties back up, still sitting on the floor. I loved Steele too much. I wanted to be someone important to him instead of someone he felt the need to run from. But it was no use. He was gone. Again.
***
I stormed out of the library with my skirt still unzipped. Since coming to my sense, my mood had shifted. Now I was furious. How could Steele come and fuck me, then leave me again? What was the point of him coming to find me in the first place? I was tired of being tossed around and discarded like I was nothing.
I also felt dumb because my heart and pussy still wanted Steele so bad. And despite how coldly he’d left me once again, I knew that I’d always want him.
What the hell was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I just let him go? And better yet, why was it so hard for him to be with me?
Men were starting to appear more and more fickle to me.
While making my way down the library stairwell, I saw tons of couples littering the halls. Some were holding hands, and others looking at each other with love and affection.
I felt bitter and jealous.
Steele used to look at me like that. At least, he had when we were in the privacy of the cabin.
Maybe he was just too embarrassed to be seen with a young, immature girl when he could have had anyone. After all, he had The Grand, which was one of the most expensive and famous hotels in all of Las Vegas. Plus, he was a multi-billionaire. Why would he want me, a nobody? I was nothing to him. Nothing but a way to while away the time when he was bored.
Right as I was about to pass one of the couples, a girl cleared her throat. She glanced at me, looking somewhat nervous.
“Hey, Rosy?”
I stopped, my heart beating like crazy.
“Yeah?”
She turned a deep shade of pink and avoided my eyes.
“Um, are you dating Cris Lovington?”
My throat felt dry and hoarse. I technically wasn't dating Cris, but I knew everyone else assumed we were.
The only guy I wanted was Steele. But he wasn’t interested in loving me.
“Yeah, I guess you could say that,” I replied with a shrug.
The girl looked back at her boyfriend, almost as if she was too afraid to say anything else. The boyfriend then stepped forward, putting his arm around her shoulder.
“Cris and I are cousins actually, and I just thought you should know he’s been hooking up with Britney Hannigan every weekend.”
I blinked. I’d known that Cris was sleeping with other women – but the same girl, every weekend? That, I hadn’t known.
“He’s cheating on me?” I asked dumbly.
The girl didn’t answer. Her boyfriend stepped forward and cleared his throat again. “Yeah, but you know. Guys. You seemed nice, even if people have spread rumors about you.”
My head started spinning. His girlfriend was staring at me with a weird expression on her face. She probably was disgusted by me.
“Rumors? What rumors?” I bit my lip. “Who would spread rumors about me, anyway?”
The boyfriend cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well actually, all of the rumors were started by my cousin. You know, Cris.”
My blood was boiling. I wanted to kill him. I had sacrificed so much of my dignity by associating myself with him, and to top that off, he was a disgusting human being.
“Thank you. I appreciate it. What’s your name by the way?”
“Daniel, but you can just call me Danny.”
I nodded and hurried down the hallway towards the doors that were leading to the parking lot.
I knew Cris would be there since practice ended an hour ago. I pushed through the doors and was met by a gust of cool wind. It was still the beginning of September, but it was starting to get a little cooler.
I stopped and looked across the parking lot to search for Cris, and was incensed when I saw him leaning against his silver Range Rover with a sly smirk on his face. There was a busty blonde standing in front of him, who I assumed was Britney Hannigan. She was pretty with bleach blonde hair and a nice ass. Her tits were nice too but they almost looked too perky to be real. I was positive sh
e had them done. I did recognize her though. She was one of the head cheerleaders on the squad. I was never a fan of cheerleading, but from what I heard she was one of the best.
I also heard she was also one of the biggest sluts on campus. She had hooked up with nearly every guy on the rugby team, so it was no wonder why Cris went after her. He wanted a quick fuck. But still, every weekend? That took the cake.
I stomped over to them with rage bursting through me. I wanted to kick his ass for being a complete asshole.
Cris saw me coming and stood up straight, pushing Britney behind him.
“Rosy, what do you want?” Cris scowled. “Why are you even here?”
“Don’t act aloof. You know exactly why I’m here you piece of shit!”
Cris walked closer to me as his face grew redder until he looked like a tomato.
“I’m not the piece of shit! You’re the one who fucks rich billionaires for money!”
That did it.
I pushed Cris with all my might, putting all my weight behind the shove.
“Fuck you! That’s not true!”
Cris snorted.
“Yeah, then what about that older guy you hooked up with a while back? I know he got you into Hudson. My dad donates here, so nothing’s a secret. How else would you explain your admission anyways? And your apartment?” Cris asked smugly. He crossed his arms over his chest and snorted. “You’re a slut, Rosy, so don’t go calling the kettle black.”
My mouth fell open. How could he know all that? And was it true? Had Steele pulled strings to get me admitted to school here? On the one hand, of course he had. No one gets in without going through the formal application process, and I’d bypassed all that. And yet, knowing that my secret was out made me feel dirty and exposed.
“You don’t know shit. You. Don’t. Know. Shit! So stay out of my business!” I screamed.
I turned and walked away quickly so Cris couldn’t see the tears streaming down my face. I felt so stupid. How had things gotten so out of hand?
I called my driver to come pick me up, and spent the next fifteen minutes crying in the backseat.
The day was one of the worst I’d had since Steele had left. The only highlight had been my encounter with Steele in the library. But it had gone so fast, that it was almost a dream now. It already seemed far away, like it never could have happened.
For a brief moment, I could pretend Steele loved me enough to want to be in my life, instead of only coming to be angry at me for “cheating” on him.
Cris wasn’t even important to me, and it killed me inside that he was the reason Steele thought I hadn’t been loyal.
I never even slept Cris. I never even liked the boy to start with.
The rest of the drive back to my apartment was quiet. My mind felt so clouded. When we finally reached the apartment, I didn’t even wait for the chauffeur to open the door. I just hopped out and ran for the front doors.
Rebecca greeted me but I ignored her. I didn’t feel like fake smiling today. Not now.
As soon as I made it to my apartment, I shut the door and burst into tears again.
It was all too much. Steele reappearing out of nowhere. Cris knowing about Steele. Everyone at Hudson knowing that I’d slept with a billionaire, and everyone at Hudson thinking I’d done it only to get into school.
I couldn’t have what I wanted. I worked hard my entire life just to keep things together, but even that wasn’t enough. Now people only thought the worst of me, but little did I know, the worst was yet to come.
In a haze, I dragged myself to my bedroom and ripped off my clothes. I was in desperate need of a hot shower. Steele had given me so much, yet drained me of my hope too.
I turned the shower on and waited for it to get hot and steamy. I closed my eyes as the steam rushed out of the shower head, filling the entire bathroom with a fine mist.
Sighing, I stepped inside the shower and let the water wash over me. I tilted my head back and relaxed as hot water drenched my hair.
I wanted to forget everything that happened. But most of all, I wanted to forget that I ever loved Steele. That I still loved Steele. His perfect body. His laugh. The way his lips tasted. That smile. The way his skin felt against mine.
Tears pricked my eyes the more I thought about him.
“Steele,” I whimpered as I fell to my knees sobbing.
The hot shower water blazed into my skin, making me feel slightly dizzy. I stayed on the on the tile floor for a while before finally bringing myself up. I cut off the shower and slowly stepped out, dripping wet. I was about to reach for my fluffy towel, but I didn’t have the energy to dry off.
Exhaling sharply, I walked back into my bedroom and grabbed an oversized t-shirt before shrugging it over my shoulders and pulling it over my wet body. I loved the sensation of dry clothes clinging to my soaking wet body. It almost felt like someone was holding on to me.
My stomach grumbled suddenly, reminding me that I hadn't really eaten all day. I made my way into the kitchen and stared at the refrigerator. I had gotten so used to cooking for Steele that cooking for myself had long lost its appeal.
But a girl has to eat some time. I took a deep breath and opened the refrigerator. There was fish, chicken, and tons of veggies. A smile spread on my face as I took all the food out and started to cook. I clicked on the radio and turned it up. The Beatles blasted through the speakers, which made me feel nostalgic.
I remembered when Steele had the Beatles playing one morning. The song stuck in my head and soon became my favorite song. Tears started to form in my eyes, but I wiped them away and continued to cook. I had to keep going for my own sake.
Steele would always have my heart, but I started to wonder if it was worth it.
I had felt so much distress the past couple of months because of him. But I also had found confidence because of him. He’d truly awakened me – every part of me was different now because of this man. It was such a perplexing matter. I didn’t know what to do, or how to feel about it.
I finished cooking quickly and sat down to eat it. Steele’s sea blue eyes were etched in my mind. Even when I closed my eyes I could see him clear as day.
The food was delicious, but would have been better if I were cooking it for Steele. Tears flooded down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop them from coming.
I was heartbroken. All I wanted was to be in the safety of Steele’s arms. I wanted him to hold me, to stroke my hair, and to make me feel loved and safe and cared for. But I wasn’t good enough. I was never good enough for him, and he had made that very clear once again today by disappearing.
The rest of the meal tasted bland and unappealing to me. After washing my dishes, I headed back to my bedroom and threw myself on my bed.
The sheets felt so good on my damp skin. I was so exhausted from the day. I just wanted to drift off to sleep and never wake up.
I closed my eyes and tried to sleep with memories of Steele haunting me.
I would always love him … and that was my curse.
Chapter 22
Steele
My guilt was eating me from the inside out. I had become the worst version of myself, and I knew there was no going back.
I did it to myself, so my suffering deserved no sympathy.
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