Insatiable Habits

Rise and Shine

🔥Teseo🔥

I'd taken Vice's car to my hotel, used their gym which was thankfully deserted. Most people didn't workout while on vacation or on business trips. I on the other hand opted to stay sharp and fit, I couldn't take chances on becoming soft or slow.

After dinner and a shower I collapsed in bed, finally ready to get some much needed sleep, my eyes felt heavy and my mind was temporarily at ease.

'Cecily Sanders' my brain fucked with me, easily taunting my anxiety with an instant spike. Why was I concerned what she was doing while I was away? I don't give two fucks about her, fuck her!...Gladly, but without care. Damnit. I pulled the pillow around my head, as if it would quiet the noise that rattled on inside about that annoying girl.

Like clockwork the fucking phone buzzed, I had silenced it in hopes I would fall asleep before anything could disturb me but here I am, foolishly interested in what had been sent to me.

I snatched the blasted thing from the bedside table and opened it, "Oh god damn..." I muttered as a video instantly begun playing, it filled my ears with delicious moans, I continued watching; my dick practically lifting up the blankets to have a peek.

She touched herself so delicately, scared to break herself like I'd break her. I groaned as her finger slipped between her slick folds and hesitated, then slipped inside. "That's fucking it!" I growled, talking to myself as I kicked all of the blankets off of myself and throwing my legs off of the bed, sitting upright but I couldn't stop watching, even though I wanted to cut her hands off and strangle her so she couldn't touch herself again.

I stroked myself vigorously to her moans, my hand easily sliding from frenum to shaft as copious amounts of precum leaked from me but I couldn't...no, I wouldn't cum. There was no substitution for feeling her wrapped around me, I couldn't wait any longer.

Without thinking through a damn thing I got dressed and packed a few things. Dialing Vice's number, he picked up after the first ring. "What now?" He enquired, tone tired but concerned.

"I need a flight home and straight back. Can you make it happen, right fucking now?" I caught myself from verging on the tone of desperation, I was not desperate for her. I was pissed and I wanted to hurt her just as much as I wanted to fuck her.

"Somebody die?" He mused on the other end. I growled in response and he chuckled. "I can have the pilot there in ten minutes, Elias...I'll text you the address to my hanger. Now, now you owe me." He grudged, of course I'd fucking owe him, bastard.

"Anything but her." I made that clear, he couldn't have her, even if I didn't want her; him having her would change my whole fucking life.

More laughter echoed from the phone. "Deal...Goodnight Elias." Bruce hummed then hung up, texting me seconds later with an address which I plugged into the GPS on his Audi and wasted not a minute pushing the speed limit to get there, luck having it that it was only about ten miles from where I was staying.

The pilot was already there, the small jet engines priming and ready for takeoff, the copilot stood at the bottom of the stairs, nearly disheveled from being called upon with such urgency.

"Mr Elias?" Her perked up when I neared him by the stairs.

"I don't see anybody else coming around at this hour." I quirked, raising a brow.