Scarred Beauty(36)

He took a long drink of his scotch and waited for the blonde to make her move. They always assessed him before moving in. Glancing down at his watch he gave her less than five minutes to make her way over. Staring down at his glass, he signalled the barman for a refill. The moment the man had finished filling his glass, the blonde sat down in the opposite seat.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked with the same old lines.

“Not anymore,” he said. Boredom hit him square between the eyes. He stared at her for several moments. Her face was perfectly made up without a single smudge or smear on her. She had blonde, straight hair, which emphasised her features and flawless skin. The gown she wore dipped down to the waist showing she wore no bra and revealing much of her breasts. All he would need to do was reach out and slip his hand inside her dress to feel the weight of her tits.

Instead, he turned back to his drink, which held more appeal.

“You look lonely,” she said.

“And I guess you want to help me with that?” Noelle wouldn’t do anything like this. He knew that while he was away she would be counting the days until she next saw him. On the other hand, he was sitting in a bar considering taking a woman up to his room and fucking the life out of her to rid himself of the feelings Noelle evoked within him.

“You won’t be disappointed.”

“No? Then I guess I better finish my drink, and we should go on up to my room.” He flung back the rest of his glass, swallowing it down in one large gulp. Isaac wanted the fire and burn to let him know he was alive. Pulling out his wallet, he passed the barman a load of bills and told him to keep the change. Grabbing the woman’s hand, he led her over to the elevator.

People walked around the foyer, but when he and the woman got inside the cart no one was there. The moment the doors closed, Isaac pinned the nameless woman against the wall as he plundered her mouth. She raised her hands above her head pressing her chest against him. The thinness of her body was distracting him. He felt all of her bones and ribs. The body he touched wasn’t Noelle. Pushing thoughts of her aside, he captured the woman’s lips and kissed down to her neck. Her breasts were small and didn’t fill his hands, and the bones of her hips weren’t turning him on. As quickly as his arousal had come the feel of her body was turning him off. The bell to say the elevator stopped came, and then the doors opened giving him the fresh air he needed. The scent of her perfume was making him feel nauseous.

They passed several couples, but he didn’t stop to make small talk. He got to his room, pushed the key card in and pulled her into the room. Without talking, he pinned her against the wall and kissed her. Closing his eyes he tried to picture Noelle. If he had to think about her to get hard then that is what he would do. Pulling the dress down off her shoulders he filled his hands with the weight of her tits, which wasn’t much.

“Slow down,” she said.

“Shut up, and don’t talk.”

She moaned, which only grated on his nerves.

You shouldn’t be doing this, Isaac.

Shaking his head he moved her to the bedroom. She removed the last of her clothes, and he saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear. The moment he looked at her, a vision of Noelle pinned against the door entered his mind. She had worn panties, and the need to be inside her had consumed him.

Forcing her to the back of his mind, he took the stranger’s lips once again, intent to lose himself in the fuck. She began unbuckling his belt and pulling down his trousers.

Don’t think. Don’t think. Don’t think.

He watched her pull his trousers down and go for the waist band of his pants.

“I love you, Isaac.” Noelle’s face and beautiful smile came to him, the vision of the pain on her face as he took her virginity.

What are you doing, Isaac? You took her innocence, and now you’re about to have useless sex with a woman you don’t care about and whose name you don’t know. You’re just like your father.

She moved his boxers down an inch, and he placed his hands over hers.

“Stop,” he said, pulling out of her hold. He walked to the opposite side of the room and ran his fingers through his hair.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I can’t do this.”

“What do you mean? You’re Isaac Welch. Of course you can do this.”

The fact she knew his name didn’t surprise him. Most women knew who he was before they checked him out.

He picked her dress off the floor. “I can’t do this. I’ve got a girl waiting for me back home.”

“She must be special if you don’t want to get down and dirty with me,” she said.