Chapter 125: Another bathroom - Elio

I've always been able to read Bella really well, and she's about to blow. I don't want the people in here to see her like that, so I lead her to a private place.

Of course it has to be the fucking bathroom, but I take her to the ladies instead. I sneakily use it because there aren't that many girls frequenting this gym.

Bella rolls her eyes dramatically, and folds her arms. I selfishly miss the tees and dresses she usually wears now, because when she folds her arms, it usually pushes up her tits more, making for a titillating sight.

"Did you get your key?" I smirk, hoping to de-escalate the incoming train wreck. "Sorry I couldn't serve as your sex doll last night, duty called."

Red spots appear high on her cheekbones. I didn't think she would be offended by my words. She loves fucking. There's no shame in that, especially when I was the one who taught her how to in the first place.

"Don't start with me." Her nostrils flare, and I know if I don't tone it down, she'll murder me, but isn't it nice to live on the edge sometimes? "Tell me the fucking truth, don't you think I deserve that?"

"I cheated, we broke up." I straighten, also folding my arms and mirroring her stance. "Nothing more, nothing less. We moved on, but we're fucking again. I enjoy it, you enjoy it, end of story."

She closes her eyes, and inhales deeply. "Don't fuck with me any more than you already have, Elio. Tell me the fucking truth."

I could, but then I would break a promise. I might be a lot of things, but I don't break promises.

"Whatever happened was years ago, Isabella." I use her full name, knowing that would piss her off more. Plus, her anger is creating a monster in my pants, maybe she could give me a little hand job before she storms out of here again. "Let it rest now."

The only problem is, I've awakened old ghosts by stopping that guy from going into that bathroom. Maybe I'm too fucking sober these days, but seeing that guy walking after her like a fucking puppy, was the catalyst for me. I can't bear the thought of another man fucking her again.

She storms into me, her resolve finally breaking, and points her finger in my face. "Stop fucking patronizing me! I'm not one of your stupid fucking bimbos!"

Now here's the problem with my brain after being hit over the head. Apart from concurrent headaches, I tend to lose my cool very quickly, and not always in the good way. So I cannot be held accountable when I take the slim neck of my biggest conundrum into my hand and walk her backwards until her back hits the wall, her eyes going wide.

"I said let it rest." I say against her lips.

"Fuck you, Elio!" She shouts back in my face, clearly not reading the room very well. "Tell me the fucking truth!"

I slam my lips against hers, forcing my tongue inside her mouth as I take my hand off her throat and force the sweatpants she's wearing over her hips. I warned her, didn't I? I told her to let it go, nothing happened but what she believed is true, but she kept on pushing me.

She gasps into my mouth when my hand goes in-between her legs and find her wet as fuck. She may be seething, but she wants me like she always has ever since that damn day in her freshman year that I told her I heard she's good with computers. She looked up at me with innocent light brown eyes then, and I knew then that this girl would ruin me.

She ruined me all right. I don't want to fuck another pussy, ass or mouth ever again. I want her angry eyes spitting at me, and her dirty mouth choking on my cock like she was made for it.

I break the kiss and turn her around brusquely, her chest heaving and her hands grasping at the wall. She's panting, but she's not stopping what I'm about to do.

I lower my shorts and pull out my erection, tilting her hips backwards, so I can line myself up with her wet pussy that will only belong to me until the day someone succeeds in killing me. No fucking rubber with an open bathroom door, I push inside her hot, wet, tight channel roughly until I'm inside her to the hilt.

I grab her hair with one hand and force her head backwards. '"You want to know the truth?"

I pull out and thrust roughly inside her, her fucking pussy tasting like heaven with nothing between us but lust, love and missed opportunities.

"Chloe never sucked my dick." I pull out again and slam inside her, her moans ricocheting off the bathroom tiles. "In fact, nobody touched my dick, but me, for more than a year after."

"But why?" A tear forms in the corner of her eye, and I lick it hungrily. "Why did you do that to me?"

Slam.

Pull.

Slam.

She's so fucking wet as I fuck her hard, the whole bathroom smells like us fucking.

"Because I'm not good enough for you." My hand tighen on her hip and I fuck into her in a succesion of fast, shallow thrusts. "I'm a criminal. I have killed, and I will do it again. My hands are dirty, you shouldn't be with someone like me."

"My father." A sob escapes from her while her juices flood me more, and I loosen my grip on her hip, so I can rub fast circles on her bundle of nerves, fucking into her faster, her pussy too good to stall my cum.

"Your father did what every father should." I catch her lips with mine, and she moans into my mouth as her pussy starts convulsing around my dick, pulling every last bit of cum out of me, and deep inside her, the last slaps of our bodies finally going quiet.

We're both panting, but I hold onto her as we come down from our climaxes. I shouldn't have done this, because people might have heard, knowing without a doubt that we were fucking. It would inevitably get back to her father.

Then he will be on my doorstep again, to kindly ask me to stay away from his daughter.

Because I don't deserve her.

Only this time, I might not listen.