Intense by C.M. Steele

Chapter Three

Roman

I adjust my cock and head back downstairs to make sure the entire house is secure. I sent her to bed for no other reason than I wanted to fuck her brains out on the nearest surface. I’ve called her names that she didn’t deserve. She may have come off as trying to be experienced, but the second I crowded her space and told her the filthy things I had in mind, I read her like a book. It’s all an act. She’s trying to goad me into being a bigger asshole, and it’s working. I acted like a fucking barbarian, tempted to test how far she’d let me go.

Since when have I become such an idiot who only thinks with his dick? I can’t get Amelia out of my head. I jump in the shower after a long day and take my cock in hand. It’s ready to go, so I know it won’t be long before I’m nutting. I wish it was her mouth wrapped around my meat instead of my own fist, but fuck it—I’ve stayed away from pussy for this long. How hard can it be to avoid hers?

I close my eyes and picture myself slamming her against the stairs and driving my cock into her warm, tight pussy. Just as I come all over my hand and stomach, I hear her phone going off. A devious smile stretches across my face. “I forgot I had the fucker.” I smile and wash off before climbing out in nothing but a towel.

I see it’s Jake trying to video chat with her. He’s called her twice since we got in. What a persistent little shit. I click it and let him see me. “Mr. Edwards…”

“She’s busy.” I end the video call and let him think what he will, or at least what I want him to think. I doubt he’s gonna do shit about it. I could be balls deep in Amelia, and he wouldn’t do a thing. My cock is painfully stiff again.

I toss the phone on the bed, but then my interest is piqued because she doesn’t have a lock on her phone. I jump on the bed and swipe her phone open. Her home screen is a picture of Amelia and her mom with my dad at the beach. It looks sweet and innocent, but it doesn’t matter because my cock feels otherwise. She’s in a tight black bikini that makes me growl, knowing that someone else must have been there to take the photo and seen her in that thing. There were probably tons of men ogling her tight body, wanting to strip her bare.

“Enough.” Tucking it away in my nightstand, I pull off my towel and lay on my stomach in bed. My rock-hard cock isn’t getting the memo that it’s bedtime and not time for another jerk-off session. I flip onto my back and stare at the ceiling.

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I hardly slept a wink as I listened for her sneaking out to see that little bitch next door. She didn’t bother leaving her room, not once, staying put like a good girl. The sun’s just starting to rise and it’s my normal time to get my workout in, so I start with some pushups on the floor in front of the bed. I’m on my third set, arms burning, mind wandering to Amelia, wishing she was under me so I could kiss her lips and grind my cock on her before lifting up again. That would make the workout fun.

The bedroom door flies open. It seems I forgot to lock my own door last night. Amelia lets out a gasp as she stares at my fully naked body. I stand up, unashamed. My semi-hard cock goes to fully loaded the second I take her in. She’s wearing a pair of tight black yoga pants and a very form-fitting Twenty-One Pilots tee that hugs her ample tits.

“Need something, Princess?”

“I came to get my phone,” she stammers out, covering her eyes.

“Next time, it’s best to knock. I like sleeping naked.”

“Does it always stay like that?” she says waving her hand toward my middle.

“Only until I nut to thoughts of your young, creamy pussy.” I walk over to the drawer and pull out her phone. “Here you go, Princess.” She reaches for it with her eyes closed and scrapes her fingers against my stomach, grazing the tip of my cock. Fuck—it jerks, and she gasps. I take her hand and place it on my cock because I’m not nice. “If you wanted to touch it, you should have said so.”

“Jerk.” She resorts to name calling, but she doesn’t let go of it.

“Are you calling me names, or asking how I want you to do it?” She gasps and lets it go. I’ve finally pushed her far enough. “Here’s your phone. Now, stay out of a grown man’s room, especially mine, because next time, I might not let you get away with just a simple touch.”

“I’m not a whore,” she informs me as if I didn’t know already.

“That’s obvious,” I state, stepping closer to her as she takes matching steps backward.

“If you know that, then why are you…” Her voice freezes when her back hits the wall next to the door that’s still partly open.

“Warning you? Just because.” I shrug my shoulders and step back slightly. “Besides, if you were easy, I’d have you on your knees kissing my dick with your tonsils. Now, go be a good girl. I’m leaving today.”

“Leaving?” Okay, so that’s all she took from what I said. I’m trying to get this girl to run from me before I do all the filthy things I want to her, but she’s not taking the hint so it’s time to be an asshole again.

“Yes. Some of us actually have jobs. Now go.”

I open the door wider and nudge her out, closing it before we both get more than we bargained for.

I dress in the other clothes I brought with me and gather up my things. I meant to stay longer like I promised my father, but I can’t. I’ll come back, but maybe after the princess is off to college and less of a danger to my sanity. Why did she have to pick NYC? It’s as if she’s following me, which can’t be true because we’ve only just met, and admissions is a long process that starts before the senior year of high school.

I’m just losing my mind. I call Inga and go over my schedule and meeting info.

“Tell me what we can push forward. I need some time off soon.”