Chapter 31
House Call
WINONA
Cher came out on my heels. “Sorry,” I said. “I need to take care of something.”
“Go,” she said. “I’ll handle things until he’s gone.”
She meant Mitchell.
I hugged her fiercely, swallowing back tears.
Then I pulled out my phone.
WINONA: Are you busy?
He answered right away.
MITCHELL: Never for you. Please come back. I can’t breathe without you.
This didn’t bode well for our separation. But it didn’t matter anymore. I headed downstairs and jumped into Flo.
Mitchell met me just inside his front door.
The door opened to him standing wide legged, his arms folded, wearing nothing but a white towel slung low on his hips.
My stomach swooped as I took in the ridged length of his torso; the dark hair peeking out the top of the fold.
And the stern look on his face. Swap out the robe and grow the beard a little longer, and he’d be that taciturn beast I first met right here.
Was I attracted to him, even then?
“You got clean for me,” I said.
“Not at all,” he replied, and I grinned, jumping into his arms.
He pressed me up against the wall, his response to my urgent kisses immediate.
“Fuck, Firecracker,” he said into my throat as I moaned, riding his ridged stomach.
“I don’t want to miss another minute,” I whispered. “I want to spend every one of them here with you. Right up until the bitter end.”
“Thank God,” Mitchell said. “Anita. Close the door.”
The door swung shut with a soft click.
“I’m going to miss her,” I said as he latched his mouth onto my collarbone.
“What about me?”
“Nah. I’ll be happy to be able to walk normally again.”
He let out a thrumming snarl. “Not anytime soon.”
The surge in my stomach was like fire, the heat incinerating everything.
“Wait, who says we’re going to fuck right now?” I asked innocently.
Mitchell raised an eyebrow, then he set me on my feet. He stuck his knee between my legs, nudging them open.
“I do.” He leaned in and kissed me. Somehow in the few hours since we’d been apart, I’d forgotten how my whole body seemed to increase in temperature at the simple touch of his lips. How with his searching tongue, I felt like I was melting, no matter where else we touched.
“You’re a cocky bastard,” I managed, when I broke the kiss.
“Yup.” He raised his hand to my throat as he kissed me again, harder and more insistent. “But you love it, Winona, don’t you?”
This time, the word didn’t scare me like the last time. This time, it just notched into place, like an arrow in a bow.
“I can be cocky too, you know,” I said.
Mitchell slid his hand down to my hips. “Show me, Firecracker.”
I released a button on my coveralls. Then another. Then I pulled the whole thing open. I’d taken my undershirt and bra off before I’d come in here, so it was a full show of bare tits on display, just for him.
His eyes darkened. “Winona, you’re not playing fair.”
I grasped my breasts, pinching my own nipples.
He let out a guttural noise, sliding his hand down over the bulge pushing his towel out. “Fuck, Winona.”
“I think you mentioned, at one time, slapping these tits. Making them bounce. You have yet to deliver.”
He made that noise again, then he was on me, his hand on my throat, tipping my face back as he bent down to stroke my lips with his tongue. “That what you want, Firecracker? You want me to make these beautiful tits shake for me?”
His thumb pressed into my jaw and I nodded as best I could.
“Such a dirty girl, firecracker.
Mitchell held me against the wall and obliged, giving my right breast a slap with his fingertips, upward so it bounced. He made that guttural sound again. “Fuck.”
“More,” I said, my voice still choked behind his hand.
He slapped it again, and again, the delicious sting reverberating through me.
“Such gorgeous tits,” he breathed. Then he bent down and took one of my nipples in his mouth.
“Oh Mitch, fuck.”
He swirled his tongue around my tight rosebud, then sucked hard and fast until it popped out of his mouth. “More,” he growled.
When he popped the last of my coverall buttons and pulled it down my body, he let out a long, low rumble when he found my pussy bare. “My little slut.”
“You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you? You couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
I nodded.
Mitchell pressed his hands on the wall beside my head.
“Touch those tits for me.”
I was so fucking obedient when he got like this. The discovery that getting bossed around got me off was still slightly shocking to me, but who was I to argue?
“Pinch those nipples, Winona. Make it hurt, just a little.”
I obliged, crying out as I applied pressure, tugging at my nipples and writhing against the wall. As I did, Mitchell pulled the towel off his waist, his engorged cock springing free.
“Good girl,” he said. He folded up the towel, first in half, then in half again.
“What are you doing?” I whimpered.
He smirked “I’m protecting your knees. This floor’s going to hurt when you get down on them for me.”
My pussy surged, slicking at his commanding tone. “What are you going to make me do?”
He backed up a step, then threw the towel down in front of his feet. “What do you think, little bunny? You’re going to take this cock in your mouth. You’re going to stretch wide and swallow all of me.”
He gripped his thick shaft. “Ready?”
I nodded, licking my lips. Mitchell drove his hands into my hair and pulled me to him, kissing me with just enough tenderness that I knew I could say my word at any time.
But once again, I didn’t want to. I was right where I wanted to be.
“Now get down on your knees and suck this cock.”
I dropped, eager and ready, and took his length into my waiting mouth.
He was huge, his tip salty slick before I got my tongue on it.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I took him in. I could only get halfway before he hit the back of my throat.
“You’re going to need to do better than that, little bunny. Tilt your head back.” He used two fingers to gently angle me up. “Loosen your throat.” He drew a hand down the column of my neck. “And try again.”
This time, I took enough to make me gag.
“Better.”
He slid out of me and thrust in again, going incrementally deeper.
He moaned as I took even more the next time. I wanted more of those noises. When he pulled out, I popped off him, reached up, and grasped his balls. “More,” I demanded. I used my other hand to tilt his hips back so he was aiming more downward.
“Fuck, you know what you’re doing now don’t you?” Mitchell groaned. He thrust in once more, and this time my lips hit the base of his cock. “Such a good little slut for me.”
He was mindless now, unable to make anything but grunting, animal noises as he slid in and out of me, thrusting his cock deep down my throat as I took him as best I could.
After a moment though, he pulled himself out, his jaw popping.
“Such a greedy girl,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Going to make me come before I can devour that pussy.”
Before I could argue, he’d pulled me up to my feet.
He kissed me again, soothing my well-worked lips with his tongue. Then he tipped my head to the side, sank his teeth onto my ear, and said, “this way.”
It was a courtesy to say the words, because he didn’t wait for me to walk on my own.
He bent down and threw me over his shoulder like a caveman.
I shrieked with laughter, my loosely tied boots falling off as I kicked.
He jerked my coveralls off, too, so we were both naked by the time he reached the living room.
“Sit on the couch,” he commanded. “And spread your legs for me.”
A moment later it was Mitchell on his knees, his face in my pussy, two fingers slipping inside. He sucked on my clit, pulling it into his mouth as he flicked his tongue. The move was diabolical. I fucked myself on his hand, screaming as he released me to look up.
“I want to give you another finger, Winona. Can you take that?”
“Yes. I want you to give me everything.”
He slipped another finger in. “Okay?”
I nodded vigorously, the stretch so delicious I gritted my teeth, whimpering.
He bent down, but paused, just before making contact. “I want to do everything with you, Winona. All the things you love in your books. But if you ever want to back off, I’d be perfectly happy with vanilla too. Hell, if you let me jerk off looking at pictures of you, that might do in a pinch.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I said. But I felt a little lighter. A little less pressure.
“Just saying,” he said. Then he bent down and flattened his tongue over my clit, stroking my g-spot so pleasure shocked through me. “Or I could just do this for the rest of my life. All of it suits me just fine, Winona.”
“Right now is good”, I said.
He grinned.
Then he didn’t make me wait anymore. He only had to do that suck and flick thing for half a minute. The combination of his fingers tugging at me and the friction of his mouth had me coming so hard I let loose a gush of liquid onto his hand.
Mitchell made a sound I couldn’t decipher, but waited until I’d completely come down before he rose up and said, “You fucking squirted, Winona.”
“It happens sometimes, I know it’s kind of messy, I—”
“Do it again.”
“I can’t do it on command!”
“Then I need to take notes. There has to be a way.”
I couldn’t help laughing. Then I couldn’t help crying out when he took me in his mouth again. “I could put on glasses if you want,” he said. “Since I’m studying.”
I never knew I could laugh while I came. But it was probably the most glorious experience I’d had on this green earth, at least while naked.