12. Mitch
CHAPTER 12
MITCH
I think Stacey Anderson might want to fuck me.
She’s looking up at me, biting her bottom lip again. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, and she’s still fully clothed. My chest is heaving up and down against hers as I grind my hips into hers again, staring directly into her big brown eyes as I do. Her head rolls back as she lets out a little moan and I have to resist the urge to strip her naked right here and now.
She looks back up at me with fire in her eyes. I’ve seen this look on her face many times. It’s usually reserved for when she’s particularly determined and it’s usually paired with her yelling at me. But this time it’s paired with her saying, “Do you have a room here tonight?”
“Yes,” I say. I don’t elaborate because I don’t want to assume anything. This is Stacey, after all. We’re in completely uncharted territory here.
“Well ...” she says, her voice dripping with expectation .
I lean into her and kiss her again. It’s quick and hot and desperate and when we finally separate, I say, “Do you want to come to my room, love?”
“Yes, Mitchell,” she says flatly, with just a bit of annoyance. “I want to come to your room.”
“I’m not fucking you unless you call me Mitch,” I say. What I don’t say is that I’m desperate to hear my name the way I like it on her lips while I make her come. So desperate that the idea of it makes me harden in my suit pants a bit more.
She rolls her eyes, but I know I’ve won because there’s a little grin forming at the corner of her mouth. “Fine,” she says. “Let’s get out of here, Mitch.”
I lower her leg to the ground and lightly grab her jaw to kiss her once more for good measure, just to make sure this is really happening. When we pull apart, she braces her hands on the wall behind her while I adjust myself a bit. The last thing I need is to drag whatever the hell this is into the public eye by walking through this hotel with a boner.
I take her hand and guide her out of the ballroom, down the hallway, and towards the hotel elevators. When we reach the lobby where there are other guests, I let her hand go. I tell myself it’s because I don’t want anyone to assume something, but really, it’s because I don’t think I could handle the sting of her pulling away from me. Not when I’m so close to actually having her.
We board an elevator and I’m so ready for the doors to close so I can push Stacey’s back into the wall and explore more of her with my mouth. So when a few other guests join us just before the door closes, I have to keep myself from loudly snarling. Instead of my initial plan, Stacey and I are forced into the back corner. She takes a step towards me and my hand finds its way to her lower back. Once the elevator doors have closed, I let my hand wander lower and give her insane ass a squeeze. She squirms a little bit and I can’t help but imagine her squirming below me. I’m suddenly deeply regretting getting a room on the top floor, even if it does mean I have a great view of the city, because this ride is taking forever.
When we finally reach the top floor of the hotel, the family that is still on the elevator with us files off, and I guide Stacey out with my hand on her lower back. Once they’ve rounded the corner out of eyesight, I grab Stacey’s hand and pull her down the hall. I’m basically running with her in tow until we reach my room. I slide my key into the reader and swing the door open, pulling Stacey through it quickly. Before the door is even shut all the way, my hands are on her hips and I’m pressing her into the inside of the doorframe. Her hands find my hair and tug my head downwards until my lips reach hers.
Kissing Stacey in the ballroom was one thing—it was unbelievably hot—but it was also risky. Someone could have come in at any moment to see us basically dry humping against the wall. But now that I have her all to myself in a private space, I’m so ready I can barely see straight.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask as our lips part.
“Yes,” she says, heavy and breathless.
“I want to make sure you’re really sure. You didn’t drink tonight, right?” I ask. I don’t think she did, but I want to be sure.
“Of course not, I was working,” she says before playfully tugging at my hair.
“Okay, so you want me to fuck you then?” I say.
“Yes, Mitch. I want you to fuck me,” she says with a little bit of a laugh.
Stacey Anderson saying she wants me to fuck her with a grin on her face has to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever experienced. And she definitely doesn’t have to tell me twice. My mouth is on hers before either of us can think better of doing this. I kiss her with greed and heat, sliding my tongue inside her mouth. She returns the gesture, letting her tongue play against mine as her nails dig into my back.
When she moans against my lips, I know I can’t stand her being clothed any longer. As much as I love her in this jumpsuit, I know I’ll love seeing her naked even more. I slip my hands behind her back and find the zipper. I slide it down and pull each of the shoulders off of her, revealing her bra. The black and pink lace cups are cut low, but it extends down her waist a bit, accentuating her curves in the best way. I lower myself down a bit to pull the rest of the jumpsuit off, which shows her nothing-but-lace panties that wrap around her shapely hips.
I’ve felt her body before, back in Miami when she accidentally cuddled me, but seeing her in lingerie is doing something to my brain. I can’t help it when I drop to my knees, still dressed in my full suit, and drag my tongue along the outside of the sheer lace that barely covers her, holding eye contact with her as I do. Her eyes go wide just before her head falls back and gently hits the door. Watching Stacey come undone from my tongue may not have been on my bucket list before, but it definitely is now.
I get ready to pull down her panties and do exactly that when her hands find my hair and she tugs me upward a little.
“Wait,” she says.
“Okay,” I say, rising to my feet. “Everything alright, love?”
“Yeah,” she says. “It just tends to take me a while to, you know ... from that.”
I let out a little chuckle. Is Stacey really worried that I’ll be annoyed by getting to take my time with her? “You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I say. “But if you’d rather both of us at least be naked first, you can make that happen.”
A small smile starts at the edge of her mouth. By the time she has my tie undone, the smile has turned into a full-on grin, and she’s moving on to unbuttoning my shirt. All the while, I’m kissing her as much as I possibly can. I kiss her lips, her neck, her nose. I kiss her like I may never get to again, which very well may be true, though I’m trying not to think about that right now.
When my shirt is off and my undershirt is thrown on the floor, she moves towards my pants. She’s kissing me sweetly as she grabs me through my pants and I take a sharp inhale against her lips. I grind myself into her hand and she moves her lips to the side of my neck. It’s one of my favorite spots to be kissed, and my body seems to be fully aware that Stacey is the one doing the kissing, because I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard from some over-the-pants stuff before. She draws her tongue up my neck to just below my ear.
“Hey, Mitch?” she whispers in my ear. The whisper sends a tingling sensation down my spine and I thrust myself into her hand again. Her touch is almost too much to bear, and I still have my pants and boxer briefs on, for god’s sake.
“Yes, love?” I say, though it comes out as more of a moan than actual words.
“I need you to fuck me,” she says, pulling away from my ear and looking up at me, eyes filled with heat. “Now.”
“Then take my pants off, love,” I say. “I have a condom in my suitcase.”
There is nothing hotter than Stacey smiling at me in lingerie, I’ve decided. But then she drops to her knees and starts to undo my pants and I realize that this is somehow even hotter. When my pants and briefs are around my ankles, my dick is basically begging to be set free, and Stacey seems to understand because she pulls my briefs down and it springs out.
Her eyes go wide.
“There is no way this thing is fitting inside me,” she says staring at it.
I take her chin in my hand and tilt it up. “Why do you say that?” I ask.
“Well, look at it,” she laughs, motioning to my dick dramatically. “And also, it’s sort of been a while since I’ve been with anyone but my vibrator.”
Images of Stacey pleasuring herself fill my mind, so I don’t even see it coming when her tongue is suddenly licking up my length.
“It’s alright,” she says while I try to regain what little composure I have left. “We’ll make it fit.”
“We can take it as slow as you need, love,” I say, cupping her check in my hand. I mean it, too. I’ll do this however Stacey needs to feel comfortable. I just still can’t really believe I get to do this.
“Slow isn’t really my thing,” she says as she rises up, avoiding eye contact as she does.
What is Stacey trying to tell me? Is it just me or is she being a bit timid about sex? It’s actually a little sweet because at least I’m not the only one who’s a bit nervous about this whole thing. I’m nervous because I’ve wanted her for years, though.
I bring my lips to hers and give her a deep, reassuring kiss, bending her at the waist a bit as I do. “Tell me what you want, love,” I say when we part, keeping our noses touching and running my hand up her arm.
“I want you to fuck me hard,” she says hesitantly. “I don’t like it when things are too soft.”
I want to ask her why she was so worried to tell me that. I want to tell her she deserves better than feeling ashamed of what she likes. But I don’t want her to get even more in her head about this.
I guess I’ll just have to show her instead.
I take her wrists in my hands and pull them above her head, bracing myself against her.
“Happy to,” I say before crashing my mouth onto hers. I kiss her with more intention this time, letting her know that I know exactly how to give her what she wants.
“I just have one request,” I say. Normally I wouldn’t do this on the first go, but we’re on the subject of asking for what we want, and I want this desperately.
“What’s that?” she asks, her breath heavy.
“Say my name,” I say.
“Mitch?” She says it like a question.
“Yep,” I say with a nod. “Since we’re asking for what we want and all.”
“Okay,” she says. Then she gets a devilish grin on her face and says, “I want you to fuck me hard, Mitch.”
And with that my teeth are sinking into her bottom lip and she’s moaning against my lips. Her nails are dragging down my bare back and I’m pressing her into the door. I take her hips in my hands and flip her around to face the door, bracing my hands on either side of her.
“That was the sexiest sentence to ever be said,” I growl into her ear. Said by the sexiest woman in to ever exist , I think to myself. “Tell me what you want next, love,” I say, eager for her to take the lead. Eager for more.
“I want your hands on me,” she says. “On my tits.”
My dick stiffens against her ass as I bring my hands to her incredible chest and pull her back against me. I let her tits fill my hands and squeeze them strongly while I run my lips down her neck and nibble lightly.
“Good, love,” I say. My hands find her nipples and I tug at them through the lace of her bra. They harden instantly, and I give them another small pull. Her head falls back against my shoulder and her head turns until her lips find mine. We kiss with greed and fervor, while my hands continue to explore which motions she seems to like as she moans into my mouth.
“I’m so wet, Mitch,” she says, guiding my hand down between her legs. She’s right. She’s soaking through the lace.
I guide my hand inside the lace and stroke downward until I can slide a finger inside of her.
“Use two,” she says.
I follow her instructions and insert a second finger inside of her. My lips roam to her neck as I slide my fingers in and out hard and fast, just like I know she’ll like it. She’s dripping down my hand and I want to taste her on my tongue so badly, but I could tell she was self-conscious about it earlier so I bring my mouth her ear and say, “Just for a second, I’d really like to taste you, love.”
“Okay,” she says, and I’m on my knees, spinning her around in two seconds flat. I pull her panties to the side and lick up her as she drips.
I circle her with my tongue and bring my hand up again. I thrust those same two fingers inside her and let my tongue go to work. Before I know it her hands are braced on my head and she’s grinding into my mouth. I let out a moan against her and I hear her say, “Fuck yes, Mitch.”
I rise up because I don’t want her to come, not yet. I want this to last as long as I can possibly make it because I know this might be my only chance. I kiss her against the door and grab at her tits again, using the wet from her to circle her nipples. “Tell me what you want now, love,” I say.
“Condom,” she says.
“Okay,” I say. Then I pick her up with ease, wrapping her legs around my waist, and carry her across the room to the bed. I toss her down and quickly move to my suitcase. Once I find it, I rip the condom open with my teeth and slide it on. I reach out and grab her legs to pull her to the edge of the bed and she lets out a little gasp as I do.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says as she reaches out to guide me in, sliding the lace to the side. I almost fill her before I’m all the way in, but she wiggles her hips and relaxes around me, and I slide inside her completely. It’s tight; so tight that I’m not sure how long I’m going to last.
“Not too softly,” she says.
“Okay,” I say. “Keep telling me what you want, love.” I ache to hear more of what she likes. I ache to deliver it to her .
“Fuck me now. Hard, Mitch,” she says. It’s almost like she’s begging and I guess I’m not going to last long at all, because when Stacey Anderson begs you to fuck her hard, that’s exactly what you do.
I pull out and wait for a second. She’s spread out on the bed before me like a fucking goddess while I stand over her. I slam myself into her and she lets out the world’s most sensual moan. I thrust again, and again, and again as she begins to cry out. I have to hold onto her legs for leverage as I continue to move.
“What do you want, love?” I ask with a pant.
“I want to touch my own tits,” she says, and I think that this might be the luckiest, best moment of my damn life. And I won The Stanley Cup last year, for crying out loud.
“Do it, love,” I pause my movements. “And say my name when you do.”
“Okay, Mitch,” she says. Then she brings her hands from where they’ve been grabbing at the bedding and raises them to her chest. She pulls down the cups of her bra and her generous tits bounce free. She takes each in a hand and starts to grab at them hungrily, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip again. I start thrusting into her again and I’m so close I’m barely holding on. Then she takes each nipple between her fingers and tugs at them. “Mitch,” she cries out, her head falling back.
“Mitch,” she moans again. “I’m so close, Mitch,” she says, grabbing at her chest again. “Mitch, oh fuck,” she sobs, her back arching up off of the bed. Her hands fly to the bedding and she fists it in her hands as she tightens around me. “Mitch, I’m coming,” she says. “Mitch ... Mitch ... Mitch …” She says it like a chant, and I can’t hold on anymore. I join her in her release as she continues to say my name, over and over again.
“Fuck, Stacey,” I say as I start to come down.
Eventually, I have pull out and go to discard the condom. I come back to the bed to see Stacey laying there looking like some sort of perfect renaissance painting. Her back is to me, hair flowing down onto the pillow. She’s on top of the covers, still completely naked, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
After having the most intense sexual experience of my life, I’m not sure what to do with myself. Especially because this is Stacey. What on earth are we supposed to do now?
“Hey, love,” I say, tentatively laying down beside her.
She rolls over to face me, a small smile on her lips. “Hey, Mitch,” she says.
I will never be able to hear her say my name again without thinking about this night, I realize.
“Should we talk about it?” I ask.
“That seems like a problem for future Mitch and Stacey,” she says. She rolls over away from me and shimmies her back against my front. I instinctively wrap an arm around her waist and place a light kiss on her shoulder.
“Okay, love,” I say. “We can talk about it tomorrow.”