Page 44 of Steeling Her
I slip into the shower and allow the steam to open my pores up, along with the need to have her here with me. This girl can’t get out of my mind. It’s driving me crazy how much I think about her. The obsession I have over this girl is a lot longer and stranger than usual.
I lean my arm against the cold tiles and look down to see that I’m rock hard. I watch the water pool at my feet with small frequent splashes. I feel the blood pumping to my dick and I watch it pulsate. I instinctively reach for my hardened dick and slowly start to stroke it, thinking it’s her doing it. I shouldn’t be thinking that. She’s too innocent for that, but I can’t stop the thoughts. The thoughts of what it would feel like to be inside her. To hear her scream my name in pure bliss.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
I groan out, thinking it’s her small hands milking me to ecstasy. I grip it harder and pump faster. I don’t think I’d last as long as I usually do. Repeating the motions, I picture her body, minus the dress, and what it could feel like. I picture her in red lace covering her most edible parts.
“Fuck,” I moan out lowly. I picture her crawling up on top of me while I’m pumping myself on my bed, then she takes it in her hands and takes over for me. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head because her movements.
Faster. Faster. Faster.
I’m reaching my peak and I close my eyes. Reaching that place I know all too well, I picture nothing but her eyes—her striking blue eyes.
I rest my head against my arm as I feel the urge to finish myself off but I still keep going. This is the longest I’ve gone. It’s like one wave of pleasure after the other. “Jesus!” I moan loudly and I can’t stop pumping myself. My body can’t take it anymore. I rest my entire body against the tiles for support before I collapse. I take deep and slow breath to gather myself.
That had to have been the longest and strongest one to date.Thank you, Carter.I smirk at the thought of it. I wash my body and hair, then step out a few minutes later to dry my body off. I slip on a new pair of boxers. Just as I pull them up, my door bursts open. I swivel my head over my shoulder to see TJ with a look of shock on his face.
“You took Carter on a date?” He stands there in his underwear just like me and waves his arms around exasperated by this. I look heavenward with a large sigh. “Fuck, Nick! You actually took her on a date?” I release a small laugh at how people are reading too much into this.
“No, TJ, I didn’t take Carter out on a date . . . I’m guessing my mom asked you about it . . . ?” I trailed off, bending down to find some shorts and a shirt to wear while I’m at the girls’ dorm. I’m seeing Carter regardless of what people are saying.
“Yeah. She called me to ask who she was?” I whip my head around to him, panicking that he probably told her Carter’s name.
“Did you tell her it was—”
He cuts me off with a nod. “Carter? Yeah, I thought she knew but forgot. Your mom played me! She’s good!” He laughs at my reaction, but I rest my hands on my hips, staring at my wooden drawers and trying to find out what she’s doing. She’s up to something, I know my own mother. She can be sneaky when she wants to be. “I’m sorry man, if I’d have known she didn’t know, I wouldn’t have said anything . . .”
“What did she say to you exactly?” I ask him as I turn around to face my best friend, who will be murdered if he doesn’t answer correctly.
“She told me you went on a date with a girl to the diner and she met your aunt Rita. She said Rita forgot the girl’s name and I told her that the only girl you helped out the other day was Carter, who’s Haley’s roommate, then she squealed and hung up.” He shrugged and slumped himself on my bed. It reminds me of when he used to sleepover at my house.
His parents are always away so they left him with my parents. That’s why my mom treats him as one of her own, like a second son. TJ’s parents are business moguls who forget they have a son most of the time. In short, they’re assholes to him.
“Fan-fucking-tastic!” I grumble out. I slip the shirt over my body and reach for the shorts to put on.
“Where are you going?” TJ asks me while abruptly sitting up. He finally noticed that I’m getting changed to go over to see the girls. Well, for me, to see one girl.
“Haley’s, she has cake—chocolate cake. And lord knows I love my mom’s chocolate cake.” He doesn’t speak another word. Instead, he runs into his own room to get changed. I laugh at his actions; I would do the exact same. My mom’s cake is worth running for.
A few minutes later, we’re in the car driving to the dorm. I see Carter’s car parked up outside. I wonder if she’s inside right now. We both admire her car as we walk inside and notice the flock of females around the lobby. The looks we get from every one of them makes TJ laugh. I don’t give two shits if I’m honest. Not making eye contact with any one of them, we saunter to the elevator; we feel some girls following us to it. Once we step in, a number of them follow with flirty smiles and lip bites.
Freshmen.
Although, some of them look older based on the amount of makeup they have on. Again, I ignore them until one girls asks me what floor we’re getting off.
“Four.” I keep it short and sweet but she replies with a “Me too,” trying to begin a conversation I don’t engage in. I lean back against the elevator walls as I wait to get off, feeling a little claustrophobic. I take a deep breath as I wait until the number four lights up on the small screen above the elevator doors. Once it does, we meander our way out, hitting a few bodies and some girls “pretend” to fall just to grab onto me. I know people on campus know me, girls in particular, and that’s why they like me; because of the title I have. My known status.
We reach the door and knock three times to be greeted by my sister. with Danielle behind her. Haley beams her usual smile and I hug her. When Danielle waves to me, I return it apprehensively . I sneak a glance around the room and see Carter isn’t here yet. “She’s on her way.” Danielle smirks at me and walks back to the kitchen with Haley in step.
“TJ, go fix your hair. You look like you got dragged through a bush!” Haley laughs, pointing to the bathroom door for TJ to use. Knowing TJ, he doesn’t care much about it. He’s so carefree.
So, just to annoy Haley, he sits down at the table as smirks at her, “I’m good. I know I look irresistible right now,” he says cheekily, leaning on his elbows Haley rolls her eyes.
Hearing the door knock, my heart leaps out of my chest due to the excitement of seeing her again and for not expecting her so soon. “I’ll get it!” I say quickly. Seeing TJ smile and shake his head at me kind of pisses me off. I reach the door and see her standing between her two brothers in the same dress as last night, except with her shoes in her hand. She’s barefoot. “Hey,” I say softly to her, forgetting that her brothers, the meathead Steels, are standing right next to her.
“Hey, Nick!” She beams and walks into her room, her brothers both scanning me. I clear my throat and greet them too. They both greet me with grunts. Once they walk in, I hear my sister’s high-pitched scream.Good lord, I knew she always had the biggest crush on Austin Steel.
“OH! MY! GOD! You’re . . . holy fuck balls!” she squeaks.
