Chapter Four
Mitch
Damn, the woman whose hand I held was beautiful and sexy and smart. She had this intoxicating mix of vulnerability and strength combined with mystery and depth.
As we walked toward her apartment through the twilight, I fought my erection. The need to be close to her, inside her, was almost too much to bear. I glanced at a thick oak tree, the trunk in the shadows, and wondered if we should get down and dirty there, hell to anyone who saw us.
But no, I didn’t know her well enough yet. She might not be into outside sex, exhibitionism, risk, so I’d wait two minutes before I fucked her until we were both breathless and shaking through our orgasms.
I would make it to her apartment. Heaven help me.
“Can you hear that?” she asked.
“What?”
“An owl.” She squeezed my hand. “He must live around here. I often hear him if my window is open.”
“Yeah, I hear it.” I looked up but could see nothing other than the darkening sky. For a few seconds, I was glad of the distraction from my greedy cock.
“I love owls,” she said. “When I was a kid I had a toy one, used to draw them constantly, and occasionally would see one fly over the commune.”
“Nice.” I stored that bit of information away. I intended to remember everything she liked, in and out of the bedroom.
We came to a halt at her apartment.
“What’s the code?” I asked.
“Nine. Seven. Nine. Eight.”
I tapped it into the keypad, and the door clicked. I held it open, but the moment we stepped into the cool, dark, quiet lobby, something flipped inside me. A swell of desire that gripped by belly and shot neat lust into my bloodstream.
“Come here,” I said, grasping her around the waist and pushing her back to the wall. I shoved into her, feeling the length of her body flush with mine, her lower abdomen, flat and taut, crushing onto my raging hard-on.
She stared up at me with wide eyes and gripped my shoulders with her small hands. “Daddy!”
“Jeez, I wanna fuck you so bad.”
She swallowed and stared into my eyes.
“But you should know,” I said onto her lips, “when we fuck, I’m fucking you as a woman, not a little girl, my woman, all fucking mine.” I kissed her with determination, poking my tongue into her sweetness and chasing for hers.
She kissed me back and looped her hands around my shoulders, her pert breasts jutting into me.
I groaned. It was fucking uncomfortable in my pants, torturous almost. I ran my hand down her body, gripped her bare thigh, and hoisted her leg up so my cock was shoving at her pussy, only our clothing separating us.
“Mitch,” she gasped.
Fuck, I loved her saying my name, all breathy and desperate. Daddy was good, but right now…yeah Mitch worked big time.
“What?” I clasped her ass cheek; its softness filled my palm perfectly.
“Not here…upstairs. Neighbors.” She was panting and squirming. “I can’t. Not here.”
So she wasn’t brave enough even when desperate for cock. Maybe I could change that.
But that wasn’t the priority for tonight.
My libido had other ideas. I caught her around the waist and hauled her up, over my shoulder, fireman style, and slapped my hand on her ass as her chest trailed down my back.
She was light as a feather.
“Oh!” She gripped my clothing, and her lower legs, sock-encased, kicked up before me. “What are you doing?”
“I can take these stairs quicker than you.” I stepped up, two at a time, and dug into my pocket for her apartment key as I went.
Her body heat seeped onto my shoulder, and her perfume swirled in my nose. Within seconds I had her door open and had back-kicked it closed, giving us the privacy she wanted.
A quick glance around the darkening apartment.
The breakfast bar separating the kitchen from the living area would do. I plonked her on it and made quick work of ripping off her tiny silk panties and tossed them over my shoulder, forgotten.
“Fuck, I’ve gotta get inside you,” I said, need raging in a way it hadn’t for so long. Damn, the woman had me under some kind of spell. I dragged off my t-shirt and flung it aside.
“Yes.” She fumbled with my belt buckle, undid it, then released my fly.
I moaned and caught her mouth in a wild kiss and cupped her pussy. “Ah yeah,” I said with a low growl. “You don’t shave.”
“You don’t like that?” She pulled back. “I can shave if—”
“No, don’t, I fucking love a hairy pussy.” I ran my fingers through her bush and then drove two fingers into her damp entrance.
She groaned and fluttered her eyes shut, clamped around my invasion.
“Reminds me I’m fucking a grown-ass woman,” I murmured. “And…oh yeah…do that…”
She’d gripped my cock in her hot, tight fist. “So get on with it, Daddy. Fuck me.”
I didn’t need telling twice, withdrew my fingers, and angled my cock at her entrance. With my free hand, I held her in place, applying pressure to her lower back. “Wrap those sexy socks around my waist, baby. Damn, I need that.”
She did as instructed and held on tight.
Sensible.
I forged in. One solid thrust that took me balls-deep.
She cried out.
I closed my eyes and moaned low and guttural, right from my very core. That was what I’d needed. Hot, wet, willing pussy around my cock. Her hot, wet, willing pussy.
“You feel so good,” I managed and half pulled out, raged back in.
She clung to me, her ankles locked in the hollow of my back, while I fucked her hard and fast. The end goal was already in sight. Lord give me stamina, please.
I didn’t want to come without her joining me. That was not the kind of guy I was, or ever had been.
“Baby.” I looked down at where we joined, my big dark cock slamming into her pussy, her skirt rucked up around her waist, her pale thighs spread wide. “Oh fuck.” The erotic sight was almost my undoing. “We’ve got to come together.”
“Oh…oh…” She yanked on my hair and tugged. “Yes!”
“Come,” I demanded, watching her tits jiggle beneath her t-shirt with each thrust. “Come with me.”
“Oh…yes…nearly…”
I rubbed her clit with each upward pound. “I won’t until…you do…”
“Yes, yes…I am oh…” She flung back her head, eyes closed, and wailed. “Mitch, that’s so…fuck yes.”
Her small body tensed in my arms and shredded my last sliver of willpower. I came in three furiously intense spurts, shooting my load high inside her.
She moaned, and I waited for her pussy to spasm and clamp around my dick. Waited for her girl cum to weep onto my shaft and coat my balls.
Nothing.
“Oh, that was so good.” She opened her eyes and smiled. “So good.”
I frowned.
“What?” She stroked a lock of hair from my sweaty forehead. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you come?”
“Pardon?”
“You heard. Did you come?” I cupped her chin and forced her to keep her attention on me. “Tell me!”
“Of course, you just heard…yes.”
I gritted my teeth and studied her face. She wasn’t as breathless and hot as me. I was still enjoying the aftershocks of my climax, my body trembling. Her…nothing.
“Don’t lie to me, Amy.” My voice was a low growl—a woman faking an orgasm with me…that was not okay. Not by a long fucking shot.
“I’m not. It was good.”
“Good is different to having an orgasm.” I raised my eyebrows. “So start telling me the truth. If I didn’t hit the spot, I want to know.”
“You did, I promise.” Her gaze slipped to the right, and she squirmed in my arms.
Now I really didn’t believe her.
“Hey!” My voice was even harsher than I’d intended. But I felt like a twat. It was so not my style. “Why the fuck are you lying?”
“I’m not, I…”
“Amy.” I pulled her onto my cock. I was still pretty fucking hard. “Why didn’t you come? Why are you saying you did when you didn’t? We can go again. Gimme a minute.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You are!” I said loudly. “I know when a woman I’m fucking is climaxing, and you made the right noises but your body betrayed you. You didn’t hit the high.”
“Get off me!” She shoved at my chest and wriggled free.
I let her.
With her eyes sparkling, full of tears, she slid from the breakfast bar and rushed out of my reach. The next thing I heard was the bathroom door slamming.
“Amy!” I rushed after her. “What the…?”
“Leave me alone. Go. Go home.”
“Not a fucking chance in hell!” I banged my knuckles on the closed door. “Open this.”
“No!”
I clenched my fists in frustration. “Then at least talk to me about what just happened.”
“Go! Please just go. I don’t want to see you.”
I dragged in a breath and stared at the glossy white-painted door. I had no clue what was going on. In the past, if my ex hadn’t come she’d demanded I go down on her…what she hadn’t ever done, was say she’d had an orgasm when she hadn’t.
A red mist came over me. It wasn’t just anger it was confusion. “Open this door or I’ll smash it the fuck down.”
“Please, Mitch, no, go home. I’m done here.” A sob so loud it was like a steel band around my heart.
“You might be, but I’m not.” I bunched my shoulder, braced, and then charged at the door. It flew open on my first attempt, but then this wasn’t my first rodeo when it came to smashing doors open. Work demanded it on occasion, so did Galahad.
She was backed into the corner, pink cheeks streaked with tears, and hands balled beneath her chin. Her eyes were wide and scared, and she looked from the little chrome lock on the floor to me.
“What the hell is going on?” I straightened and blew out a breath, held my arms down, palms toward her with fingers spread. It was impossible to make myself less intimidating than I knew I was but I tried my best.
“Nothing.” She sniffed then dashed her hand at her nose. “Please…go.”
“And leave you like this? It would take an earthquake, hurricane, and an erupting volcano combined to leave you like this. I’m going nowhere.” I took a tentative step toward her in the small room. “You can trust me…tell me anything.”
“Mitch.” She blinked rapidly. “I can’t…not yet.”
“That’s okay. Whenever you’re ready.” My heart squeezed again.
What was going on with her? I had no idea.
But what was evident were the scars ran deep and were still raw.
“If we can be honest with each other then we can overcome anything.” I did my best to make my voice softer, soothing… not sure I succeeded.
“You think?” Her bottom lip quivered.
I set my hand on her trembling shoulder and squeezed.
“Yes, I think you’re fucking amazing, the first woman since Sarah who has made me…
feel. I’ve been in a damn dark place but…
” What was I doing spilling all of this crap?
“But you’ve been a glimmer of light, since I met you, and that’s made me feel maybe I can…
” What did I want? What could I do again?
Maybe I was as fucked up as Amy. Maybe we could navigate our shit together.
Maybe not.
“I just…it’s a lot.” Her pupils were wide, her breaths stuttering.
“I’ve got broad fucking shoulders.” I shrugged. “Let me take the load. Let me carry the whole damn load.”
Her eye contact remained steady, as though she were assessing my words.
I stepped closer, so close I could smell her. Smell the sex we’d just had. “Baby girl, come on. Don’t self-destruct like this.”
She crumpled; a folding of bones accompanied by a long exhalation.
I caught her and gathered her to me, the fragility of her almost my undoing and my protective streak surging.
A sob erupted, but only one, then she clung to me, limpet style, and pressed her cheek to the curve of my neck.
Shutting my eyes, I held her tight. What the fuck had happened in her past? I knew I was privileged to be this near to her. God only knew what pricks had come before me and hadn’t noticed there was a problem with this sweet, defiant, guarded woman.
“It’s okay.” I stroked her hair. “I’ve got you.”
She didn’t answer, so I bent, hooked my left arm beneath her legs, and scooped her up. I didn’t have to be anywhere, so we’d wait this out.
I was a patient man.