I knew I had to keep him around though. His father was a big time business mogul, and he had lots of friends in the medical field. It was a possibility that he could pull a few strings for me when I graduated.
I was almost disgusted by Cris, though. The beginning of being with him was fine, but as time went on, I saw how much of an animal he was.
He had terrible hygiene and would shower twice a week at the most – sometimes not at all, if he was getting ready for a big game. He never washed his gym clothes, so his gym bag smelled like dirty socks.
And whenever he kissed me, he smelled like his leftover lunch. I could almost gag at the sight of him. I especially hated when he took his shirt off. He had a muscular body with pecs and abs, but terrible back acne, and it was always peeling.
He was nowhere near Steele. Steele had worked for everything he had. Cris just used his father’s money. Steele was naturally toned and athletic, but Cris was fake.
He used steroids. His had huge veins in his legs and chest, and sometimes he had angry outbursts.
One time when the football team lost, he flipped over a bench and kicked another player in the throat. Another time he destroyed a classroom, and when I tried to stop him, he pushed me to the floor.
I swore I would never speak to him again, but he ran after me and fell to his knees crying uncontrollably. In that moment, I almost hated him. But the thought of being without him was terrible. If Cris and I broke up, I’d go back to being a nobody on campus.
So, I forgave him. But it only reminded me how much I wished for Steele.
Cris had no class, whatsoever. I thought that because his family was so rich that he could have inherited manners, but he was a hothead.
He got whatever he wanted, when he wanted, kind of like a toddler who threw a tantrum. I hated that about him so much.
The entire school gave him what he wanted though. Almost as if they were afraid of what would happen if they didn’t.
I knew Steele would never do that. He didn’t have to beg for things. If he wanted something, he’d just go after it.
I mean, after all, he had wanted me. He sought after me. Sure, it was an aggressive move, but it was still a turn off.
I felt like property when I was with Cris. Just a pretty face to make him look good.
Why did Steele have to leave? I hated myself for even thinking about him, but I could barely contain myself.
The good part was I still had my own place, and after each day of class, I could find refuge there, and forget about Cris.
Sometimes Cris would come back with me, and I’d cook for him, but he never appreciated it as much as Steele would.
He would eat, then collapse on the couch, and snore loudly for three hours. No matter what I made, he’d wolf it down like it was cold Chinese leftovers. That took the joy and the fun out of cooking. For Steele, I’d put affection and time and love into every meal.
But for Cris, I didn’t even bother.
***
Another couple of weeks had passed, and I was beginning to grow exasperated with Cris.
My only escape was hiding in the library from time to time, but Cris still managed to find me.
He hated it when I wasn’t close enough for him to grab.
“Where were you?”
I rolled my eyes and tried to pretend I didn’t hear him.
Cris cleared his throat and repeated his question, this time making his voice louder. My skin felt hot as I dared to look him in his eyes.
His eyes were bloodshot red, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in days. It was Monday, and I’d ignored his calls all weekend after deciding that I wanted a break.
I knew he’d be upset, but I didn’t think he’d remember enough to make a scene. After all, he still fucked tons of other girls. He said it was because I wouldn’t fuck him.
I honestly didn’t care though.
“Cris, we’re in the library, lower your voice.” That really did it.
He grabbed me by the arm and tried to drag me towards the exit, but I kicked him in the leg.
We were on the top floor so I knew no one would see anything, but I had had it with him.
“Get the fuck away from me!” I screamed. Cris seemed bewildered at my outburst, but I couldn’t contain it.
I ran back to the table I was sitting at and started reading my book again. I could see Cris still standing where I left him, but after another moment, he finally left.
I sighed in relief.
I tried to focus myself on my biology homework to lessen my anxiety. I had a big test coming up, and I really wanted a good grade.
I was studying for a good forty-five minutes when a shadow fell on me. It was tall and almost alluring.
Was it Cris?
I felt annoyed all over again.
“Cris, I thought I said go away.”
“Cris? Who’s Cris?”
My breath caught in my throat. It was Steele. My palms felt sweaty and I felt like my stomach was going to fall out of my ass.
All of those months I had spent waiting on him, and here he was. I tried to steady myself for the sight of him, but I was putty in his hands.
I was practically on the floor from shock when I turned to look him in the eyes. He looked like an Italian renaissance painting. His dark hair was pushed all to one side, and his eyes were bright.
His eyes were angry though, and the look was so sexy that I could hardly breathe.
My mouth felt too dry to speak.
I could feel sweat perspiring down my back, making my shirt cling to my skin. I was positive I would faint at the sight of him.
“S-Steele?” I said quietly. All of my defiance seemed to be sucked out of me at the sight of Steele.
He clenched his jaw when I said his name. I couldn’t believe that he was here – how had he gotten on campus? What was he doing?
It was a private university, and only students were allowed in the library.
But I would be a liar if I said that I wasn’t thrilled to see him standing in front of me.
He looked so hot.
He was wearing a loose, button-up shirt that was blue, and khaki pants. His top button was unbuttoned to reveal his toned chest.
“Rosy,” Steele finally said back. He leaned onto the table, making his biceps flex through his shirt.
I wanted him to fuck me so badly.
He seemed to be avoiding my gaze though. Was he...upset with me?
But more importantly, how did he get in here?
I stood and folded my arms across my chest.
“How did you get into the library? You’re not a student here…”
Steele smirked and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about how I got into the library. I wanna know who this Cris guy is.”
I laughed and shook my head. His answer threw me completely off. My stomach started to twist into knots, but I knew I had to stand my ground.
“You’re kidding right?”
Steele flared his nostrils.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
I started to get pissed. Why did he care who Cris was?
“What goes on in my life, is my business. Why do you care anyways? You left, remember?”
Steele moved closer to me, his sea-blue eyes full of rage.
“I care when I’m being cheated on.”
My mouth fell open in disbelief.
“Cheating?” I repeated slowly. How dare he after all these months. My blood was boiling. Flashbacks of the past few months flooded my head.
Sleeping on the floor completely naked because I missed him so badly.
Not wanting to eat.
Begging everyone who knew Steele to give me any information they had.
I had been a mess and it took me nearly three months to finally pull myself together. But I wasn’t a cheater.
It would be impossible for me to cheat!
Steele and I weren’t a couple. We’d never been a couple!
I loved him, but I
wasn’t his.
Steele smacked his teeth and laughed bitterly.
“Yes, do you need a dictionary?” He asked coolly.
That was the last straw.
I pushed myself in front of him, bringing my face inches from his.
“It’s not cheating if we were never in a relationship! You made it very clear that I was nothing but a transaction, so save me the theatrics and go hop on one of your fancy jets!”
I was furious at Steele. Even though I loved him with all my heart, he didn’t own me. I spent an entire month falling in love with a man I couldn’t have.
It was brutal. And then he disappeared with no goodbye.
Besides, I had been faithful to him. I could have fucked Cris so many times, but my heart felt it still belonged to Steele.
I felt incredibly stupid.
“I have every right to be concerned who you’re surrounding yourself with, Rosy.” Steele’s face softened, his eyes begging for me to understand.
But I couldn't. I was too hurt. All the emotions I had tucked away started to creep back up and I felt incredibly vulnerable.
I turned my back to Steele, fighting back tears.
“Go away,” I whispered.
“Rosy,” Steele said in a soft, low tone. “I just want the best for you.”
Steele wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. My pulse was beating like crazy as he moved his fingers along my collarbone.
I was so easy to break. He knew my body so well.
“Steele, please,” I pleaded, knowing that I was seconds away from giving into his dark desires.
Steele had no mercy, though. Not for me, and not for anyone.
I should have known that.
He moved his hands down my body, careful not to go underneath my clothes. I could feel his jagged breath on my skin.
His touch felt like fire on my cold body. I was desperate for him. I slowly began to melt into him, wanting nothing more but to be his little possession.
“Rosy, I’ve missed you,” Steele growled in my hair.
I couldn’t take it.
“Fuck me again,” I whispered back.
That was all he needed.
He picked me up and walked behind the bookshelves. He set me down roughly and choked me with his big, strong hands.
“I thought I told you you were mine,” he growled.
I gasped for air and attempted to protest, but he slapped me on the ass. The sound rang out in the library as delicious feelings spread through my body. My pussy began to grow wet and I shivered in Steele’s hands.
“Don’t speak. I didn’t give you permission.”
I nodded my head quickly in compliance. I wanted him so badly that I didn’t care.
Steele grazed his hands all over my body then pulled my shirt down. My boobs spilled out, inviting Steele closer. He dropped to his knees and cupped my tits, thumbing my stiff nipples until I released a loud moan.
He sucked on my nipples hard and rubbed my pussy through my panties. I was squirming and moaning uncontrollably. It felt so good that I forgot everything. I forgot that it had been months since I’d felt Steele’s touch. I even forgot that we were in the middle of the Hudson University library.
“Fuck me,” I cried softy.
He pushed me into the bookshelf and ripped open my skirt, then pressed his warm lips on mine.
He tasted like sweet caramel, and his mouth was so warm and familiar. It was nothing like Cris’s meager kisses. Kissing Steele was like coming home again.
Steele was passionate. I could feel his passion seeping through him.
My pussy immediately became wet as the kiss awakened me. I spread my legs and reached out for his cock. I needed it inside me.
Steele quickly whipped out his cock and pushed me to my knees.
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.
Steele bit down on his lip to keep from moaning. 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.
I swallowed it gratefully and stood up.
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 fuck you nice and hard,” Steele said through gritted teeth.
He turned me around and pulled my panties down, then unzipped his pants. 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 hard, cock inside my tight asshole. 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 loose and ready to take every single inch of Steele’s massive rod.
“Oh fuck!” 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 ass 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 too loud, Rosy,” He panted in my ear.
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 his warm load rush inside me.
“Holy shit!” Steele grunted as his cum spewed deep into my ass. I could feel the sweat on his body as 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.
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