Page 2 of Blindside Love

There’s a fucking dildo in the elevator with me.

And it’s not just a regular dildo. No, this is an angry-looking thing, a bright-as-fuck hot pink dildo, which apparently vibrates as it’s now rattling against the elevator floor. The doors start to close, leaving us trapped in this fucked up moment where neither of us can move; we just stare in shock at the dildo, like we’re waiting for it to stand up and walk away or do a little dance. The moment before the doors finally close, she looks up at me, her cheeks now a rosy pink and her eyes filled with a mixture of shock and embarrassment, and goddamn, it only makes her that much cuter.

There’s something about this girl, something I like. Maybe like is too strong of a word for someone you haven’t technically even met. I guess there’s just something that intrigues me about her. She has these gorgeous, bright blue eyes that I felt like I could drown in. It’s almost like she can see into my soul. Through her vulnerability and my shock, she somehow is able to see who I truly am, and it’s unnerving as fuck, especially since I’m acting like a goddamn lost puppy just staring at her like she’s my home.

I feel like a damn teenager, but she’s easily the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Her deep blue doe eyes were silently urging me to help her up, but all I could do was stare until the doors shut between us. In that split second before the elevator shut, I could see so many emotions cross her face, from embarrassment to anger, but there’s this overwhelming sadness I could tell she was trying to keep hidden deep down that matched my own. It was defeat.

She had it written all over her face, and now I feel like the world’s biggest jerk for not helping her. I know I should go down there and check on her, but I’m too fucking embarrassed to face her, especially given that I still have her hot pink dildo now riding up in the elevator with me. Without a second thought, I grab it from the floor as I step off the elevator, not sure what the fuck I’m supposed to do with it, but I know damn well she probably doesn’t want it riding around the apartment building where old Mrs. Brinley might just have a heart attack if she sees it.

By the time I make it into my place, I head straight to my bedroom and into the bathroom. I throw the damn vibrator into the sink before undressing and jumping in the shower, turning it on as hot as it will go. I know damn well I should be taking an ice-cold shower with how turned on I am right now, but I’m only human.

I still shouldn’t be thinking about her. I shouldn’t be thinking about the way she looked, down on her knees, her big eyes staring up at me, just waiting for me to move, to do something—although I’m sure she hoped it would be to help her and not face fuck her like I’m imagining doing right now.

If I wasn’t rock hard before, I am now.

Placing my hands on the tile, I lean my forehead against the shower wall, letting the water run down my muscles. I’m trying to relax in the heat, yet she’s the only thing I can think about right now.

What is it about her?

Is it her overalls that somehow highlighted her curves perfectly while being adorably modest at the same time? Or her blonde hair that’s been dyed to look like bubblegum? It’s just long enough to wrap around my fist, holding her in place as I slide my cock between her plump fuckable lips.

Fuck.

I really, really, need to get laid.

Without another thought, my right-hand drifts down from holding myself up on the tile, sliding down to grip my throbbing cock that’s practically begging to be touched, even if it is only by me. I squeeze tightly, trying to alleviate some of the ache that’s been building since the moment I saw her. An innocent moment that lasted practically no time at all, yet somehow, has made quite the fucking impression on me.

It’s not long until just gripping my cock is no longer enough; my hand starts to pump, my hips acting on their own as I begin thrusting. Slowly fucking my hand to the dirty, depraved thoughts I’m having, starting with her on her knees, beneath me as my hand grips the hair at the back of her neck. Her mouth opening eagerly as I slide my cock between those pretty plump lips that look like they’d be even prettier wrapped around my cock.

I bet she’d take me so well. Be a good little slut just for me, letting me take her as I please and loving every fucking thing I give her.

Fuckkkk.

Just the thought has me thrusting my hips wildly. Faster and faster as I chase my release, imagining just how fucking hot we could be.

I bet she’d be disgusted by the things I want to do to her. Disgusted by me imagining how I’d grip her hair as I fucked her mouth. How I’d slide my cock further and further down her throat until eventually pouring my cum down her throat, keeping her mouth closed until she swallowed every last drop. Rewarding her, I imagine forcing her jaw open, and spitting into her mouth, before dropping to my knees and letting her know just how much I love what a dirty fucking girl she is by tongue fucking her until she comes all over my face.

Goddammit.

I groan as I finish, my cum splashing the shower wall. Holding myself up against the shower as I nearly pass out, I come so hard. I slam the shower water off and grab my towel, now somehow more irritated than before. I know damn well there’s no way a girl like her would ever be interested in the things I want.

As I get in bed, I realize Sawyer might’ve been onto something with that dating app. At least with the app, I can set the boundaries beforehand and find out if we’d be a good fit before jumping into bed. That way, I could find out what she likes.

Maybe, just maybe, I can find someone who enjoys what I like. The ability to bring a woman to the edge of pain, a moment where she can see just how strong and capable her body is, right as I turn that pain into unimaginable pleasure, making her crave more.

I like it all. Spanking, biting, whipping. I especially love seeing my mark on their bodies, knowing they trusted me enough to know that I would treat them with respect—no matter how disrespectful I may be, as I give them everything they can handle.

Even though I know she would be horrified by me, I can’t stop thinking about the girl I saw for only 3.7 seconds.

I know nothing about this woman except for the fact that she owns a bright pink vibrator, but now I want to know more.

I really need to get fucking laid.

Chapter 2

Ellie

“Wait, what? Say that again. Set the scene; I want the full experience,” Natalie says as she laughs into her margarita. Her ass is perched on my island as I attempt to unpack before Addy comes home tomorrow. She’s a brat for laughing at my expense, but she wouldn’t be my best friend if she didn’t poke fun at me.

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