Chapter 22

Y esterday was not what I had expected at all. I'm pretty sure I went through almost every emotion imaginable, and it left me exhausted in the long run. The shower Steel had insisted I take after we talked helped me to relax, and I was ready to pass out by six. I could barely keep my eyes open, even with him telling me that we needed to pack because we would be leaving today to move somewhere else. By the time I found Grace, she was packed and was in the process of handing over her cell phone and laptop to Steel, which had made me pause. He hadn't said anything to me about handing over our electronics during that initial conversation. I guess that's what I got for letting him distract me. He was concerned that someone had tracked us and wanted to secure all our electronics just in case. At least he told me where he was keeping the bag in the office, for emergencies only. Not like it would do much good out here in the middle of nowhere. He said he wanted to be cautious since someone had found us. I tried to tell him it was just a coincidence, but he argued against it. Which is how I found myself in his bed last night, face down into the pillow as he smacked my ass and made me cum.

I didn't even know it was possible to cum from that!

"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy your character pajamas?" Steel’s voice rumbles against my throat, as his arms tighten around me. After two rounds of sex, we ended up falling asleep, me with my back to his chest. It felt like the safest place in the world to me, and I dozed right off into neverland.

"You do not," I chuckle, pulling out of his arms as I turn around to face him. As he tries to reach for me again and lock me in his arms, I place my hands on his shoulders and shove, pushing him directly out of the bed. When his body connects with the floor, I hear a loud thud and then a groan. I can't help but start laughing, even though I feel sort of bad he ended up on the floor. That hadn't been in my initial plans.

"Fuck, Princess," he groans. It actually sounds like he's in pain which has me crawling out of the covers and leaping off the bed to kneel over him.

"Fuck! I'm so sorry," I state as I begin to check him over for injuries. The laughter I had before was completely gone, as panic fills me in its place. I didn't mean to hurt him. "I'm so, so sorry, Steel."

In a quick move, Steel rolls us over so he's above me, pining me to the ground. I never even stood a chance of stopping him, that's how fast he was. He has one hand cradled under my head so it doesn't hit the floor, as he slowly grinds his hips against me. The movement is turning me on, making me try to rub my legs together which is impossible to do with him settled between them. "Steel," I groan, as he leans down, his mouth grazing my neck. He places a soft kiss against it before his tongue snakes out and he licks a path from my collarbone up to my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. "You don't play fair," I groan, squirming in his hold. "I thought you were seriously hurt."

"Pushing me off the bed isn't going to hurt a hair on my head, Princess," he chuckles, as he follows his path back down my neck where he stops to bite and suck. I'm definitely going to have a mark left on my neck from him now. "But you wounded my pride with how little effort you put into the move. Now, I'm going to need to remind you who's boss."

"Steel," I moan, pushing my hips up to grind against his pelvic bone.

"What? Princess? Use your words," he demands, breaking his attack at my neck to move down my body. He doesn't even try to slide my lace tank top out of the way, instead moving until his mouth is hovering directly above my breast. I don't get a chance to say anything before his lips cover my nipple and he bites me hard making me groan. It stings but then he begins to suck, soothing the sting he created. Fuck, I didn't realize how sensitive my nipples were until he did that. Last night he didn't play with them much. "Words, Princess," he demands once again.

"Please," I beg, trying to form words. My brain was too muddled with everything he was causing me to feel. I didn't know which way was up or down. All I knew was that I needed him. I needed him to keep touching me, to keep making me feel everything I didn't know I needed to feel. One thing I did know was I felt empty and I didn't like it. "I'm so empty, Steel," I cry out, as one of his hands rubs against my clit on the outside of my sleep pants. It's not enough, I need more. I need all of him. Now.

"What feels empty, Baby? Your cunt?" he asks as he pushes a finger right where my pussy lips are. If I didn't have two layers of clothes in the way he would have been able to push right inside my heat. "I can feel how soaked you are through your clothes. Or is the problem your mouth?" he asks next as he moves back up my body enough to kiss me and thrust his tongue inside my mouth as he makes out with me. Breaking the kiss, he gets an evil look on his face like he just came up with a great idea which makes me tense up. I have no idea what he's thinking. "Orrr," he drawls as he shifts both our bodies enough for the hand he had on my cunt to move to my backside. "Do you feel empty right here, in this beautiful untouched hole?"

"No, no definitely not there," I beg, trying to squirm away from him and move his hand. I would never. That is terrifying to me. Butt stuff? No thank you.

“You sure, Princess?” Steel purrs as he starts to untie my sleep pants with his teeth. I swear, I will die if he tries anything. “As you wish”. He slides my pants off with his fingernails scraping down my legs as he does it. I need him inside me NOW! This is just plain torture. One hand grabs my thigh, while the other moves down my backside. I tense up again. “Relax, Baby” he murmurs as he licks my soaking pussy.

It doesn’t take very long for me to feel the edge of my release approach. As I’m falling over the edge, Steel thrusts his finger into my ass. “Holy fuck” I scream out, as my fingernails embed themselves into Steels back. He flips me over and inserts his dick into my waiting pussy. Grabbing my hair he pulls me back as one hand pinches my nipple. After letting me finish for a second time, Steel pulls out and slips into the shower while I lay there trying to catch my breath.

I’m almost positive this man is trying to kill me with his dick. Is that possible? Fuck if I know, but it feels like the truth. My body is limp as I lay here listening to the shower the kick on. I know I should get up and move but that feels near impossible as Steel’s cum leaks from between my legs.

Pure determination is the only way I mange to pull myself out of bed and teeter my way into the attached bathroom. Through the steam filled shower doors, I watch as Steel lathers soap all over his body and begins to wash himself. The sight already has me aching between my legs once again, wishing I was in there with him.

“Fuck it,” I mutter to myself, stepping forward and pulling the shower door open. Steel’s gaze locks with mine as he watches me step inside. He doesn’t stop me which is all the permission that I need. “Care if I join?”

I’m not going to lie, I’m nervous that he’s going to kick me out of the shower, but I really hope that he doesn’t. We don’t even need to have sex again, I just want to help wash his body.

“You are more than welcome to help me, Princess,” he smirks, handing the washcloth over to me. “Have at it.”

No sooner do I grab the washcloth, I feel myself pinned up against the shower wall by my neck. How the fuck did Steel mange to grab me that quickly! With my legs wrapped around his waist and his hand around my throat, I let out a small moan. “Ohhh, yes” is all I manage to get out before his mouth is on top of mine. I don’t think I can take another round of sex so I gently pull away and slip down to my knees.

Now it’s my turn to take control, hopefully he lets me. I push my nails into his hip flexors at the same time I lick down his happy trail down to his throbbing dick. Scraping my nails down to grab his shaft, I lick the precut spilling out. Running my tongue around the tip, I slowly work his penis down my throat, all the way down my throat. He certainly won’t be expecting that. I keep up the steady rhythm of in and out until I hear him moan my name and taste his cum fall down the back of my throat.

Grabbing the cloth I dropped, I take my time cleaning him up. Running it along all the planes of his body, slowly, taking my time to get familiar with every inch and every tattoo of his. I especially love the one across his chest. He has a cross right between his pecks under the words “Mi Vida Loca” meaning my crazy life. It’s so true, this life we all live is crazy. And right now I wouldn’t trade it for the world.