Chapter 25 The Natural Plumber #2
“The water is off,” Anita confirmed.
I ran my hand over my left breast, pinching the nipple. My eyes dropped closed at the sensation. “Sorry, just thinking of all that water from when someone was washing these.”
“Winona, I swear to God—”
I opened my eyes to see his nearly glazed over, his erection straining once more. His hand lowered onto his bulge and he allowed himself a soft stroke that made my pussy clench. How I wanted to get my hands and mouth on that.
But not yet.
Mitchell’s hand left his briefs, curling into a fist on the concrete floor.
His eyes went to me. “You know, I could make you feel very good right now.” His low voice rolled over me like syrup.
“Just say the word. I wouldn’t even need to take those off.
I’d just slide them aside and my tongue could be right where I want it. ”
I swallowed. This was meant to torture him a little. But those words…Lord.
Focus, Winona.
I turned back around, back onto all fours, and wiggled my ass as I stuck the pipe in the wall. “So you’ll need a nut and a washer…” I managed to get the pipe attached to the wall, describing my actions as I went, which luckily cleared my head.
That is, until I turned around and saw he hadn’t been listening to a single thing I said. His eyes had turned a liquid shade of dark green.
“You okay, Mitchell?”
“I’m fine. You seem to be wet again though, Winona.”
That asshole.
I lifted my chin. “Next, we need the J-bend. We’re going to attach that to the arm on one end, and the tailpiece on the other.”
I shifted so my breasts were visible, just from the side.
“Somehow you managed not to wreck the tailpiece when you hit this thing, I—”
Mitchell’s tongue darted out of his mouth, running along his bottom lip. My nipple shrank to a sharp point under his gaze. Damn it.
“Something distracting you, Mitchell?” I tried to keep my voice steady.
He met my eye. “I still remember how those tits felt in my hand, Winona. I didn’t get to hold them when I was fucking you before. But I sure as hell will when I make you come.
My eyelids fluttered.
Mitchell smirked. He could see me falling apart. “You felt so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You made me come. Remember that, Firecracker?”
My pulse picked up its pace, my pussy throbbing. “We’re a little busy right now, Harrington. Just when do you think you’re going to make me come?” I was half being bratty, half really fucking needing to know.
“I was going to suggest we eat dinner first, but I think now I want to start with dessert.”
My poor untended pussy gushed with anticipation.
I needed to regain control. I returned to my back, propping myself up on my elbows again. “You’ll need to pass the lesson first. Tell me what I’ve already told you.”
That absolute bastard repeated everything perfectly.
I narrowed my eyes. “Quick study.”
“Gorgeous teacher.”
I couldn’t help the flip of my lips, but I forced it down again. I had to claim at least one victory.
“Okay,” I said. “Pay attention.” I told him the next steps, but as I did, I let my hand slide down past the elastic of my underwear, stroking my fingers over my slick heat. I let out a little moan as my fingertips grazed my clit.
His smirk wavered. Point for me.
But it was back a moment later. “So I’m not allowed to touch your pussy until you’re done, is that right?”
“Nope.”
“And I can’t touch those tits either?”
“No.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“You can’t fit in this space.”
“I could make it work.”
I stroked myself again, my mouth falling open.
His jaw popped. “I’ve covered all the rules though, right? Just so I’m clear.”
“Uh-huh.” Heat built where I was circling. It was remarkable how doing something I’d done a thousand times alone could feel so completely different with Mitchell watching.
“Good,” he said. “So this isn’t breaking the rules.”
I came to attention, frowning. Mitchell grasped my wrist, gently tugging it free from my underwear. “Hey!” I said.
He brought my fingers to his mouth, sucking the first two inside.
I gasped as his tongue swirled around my fingers, my body tensing at the deeply erotic sensation. He licked them clean, then made sure he got the other fingers that had touched my body.
“Fucking delectable.” He licked his lips. He set my hand on my belly and leaned back on his elbow. “Okay, continue.”
I was frozen, stunned into silence. “Bastard,” I finally whispered.
“Not officially,” he grinned.
I finished the job, but just barely. By the end, I was practically humping the air. I was also miffed that he’d managed to best me at my attempts at seduction, at every turn.
“Okay,” I said, crawling out of the cupboard and getting to my feet. “Anita, turn the water on, please.”
She obliged, and I ran the kitchen tap. I bent down to look underneath. Not a single drop leaked, of course. I washed my hands up to the elbows, then shut off the tap and slaked the water from my arms.
“Now, normally, this is where I’d clean up and ask for payment. But in this case,” I said, brushing off my knees, “I’ve worked up a sweat. I think I need to sneak a dip in the homeowner’s pool.”
“Are you sure?” Mitchell stood with the agility and grace of a sprinter. “Because I think it’s time for me to eat.”
“Is that right?” I backed up, my heart skipping. “You’re going to catch your prey?” I was going to have to run again.
But before I could even finish the thought, Mitchell pounced.