Chapter 14 #2
Her head tilts back as she looks up at me. Those pouty lips standing out, daring me to kiss them. There is a heat pulsing between us. Her eyes drift down to my mouth. I don’t think she realizes her mouth has opened, and she’s clutching the front of my shirt.
She drops her head onto my chest, breaking the connection we’d just shared. “I should go into the house now.” Her words are muffled from how her face is positioned.
She steps back from me, yet makes no move to go inside.
I don’t speak or move. I fear if I do, I’ll ruin this friendship and completely shatter the one I have with her ex-husband.
We remained on that porch, both staring at each other, waiting for something that will never come.
Finally, Ella drops her head, then turns and walks into the house.
She stops for a second at the threshold, her back to me.
My breath catches and my hands tighten into fists, waiting for what she’s going to do.
“Good night, Mitch,” she finally says.
I let the air out of my lungs and shake my head. “Good night, Ella.” This is for the best.
I watch her as she walks inside her home and shuts the door behind her.
Ella
Dropping my head back against the closed door, I groan. There's no mistaking that there is something brewing between Mitch and I. I can’t believe how close I came to inviting him in. And I don’t think he would have turned me down.
“What the hell are you doing, Ella?” I scold myself.
Tonight was just so perfect. It’s like Mitch read my mind and gave me everything I could have asked for in a date.
Tonight, with him, I felt the most protected and cherished.
Dancing with him was magical. The way he held me close during every slow song, his arms wrapped so tightly around me as if he wanted me inside his skin.
And when the song was faster, he had no problem being silly and letting loose.
And the conversation, my goodness, the man kept me laughing.
Everything that I’ve been looking for in a partner and date, I found in my husband’s best friend. Too bad nothing can come of it.
Finding the courage to push away from the door, I slip my feet out of my heels and head toward my bedroom.
I didn’t get far before the sound of my front door opening and closing had me turning around.
Standing with his eyes on me is Mitchell.
The heat coming from his stare has those flutters going off in my belly and my pussy throbbing.
My heart is racing in my chest so fast that I start to get a little lightheaded. Licking my lips, I open and close my mouth a few times.
“What are you doing?” I finally get the words to come out.
“Fucking things up.”
In three quick strides he’s in front of me.
He places one hand on my lower back and wraps one around my throat.
He then yanks me into him, and before I can think of saying anything, his tongue pushes into my mouth.
His kiss is all-consuming. It’s the perfect blend of desperate, sloppy, and controlled.
I moan when he sucks my tongue into his mouth.
His grip around my neck tightens, and it’s a direct connection to my throbbing center.
I feel grounded and high at the same time.
My body is on fire. Everything seems heightened.
His scent is stronger, his taste is more potent, even his hands are rougher.
A shudder rakes through my body, causing me to gasp and cry out. If I were new to this, I’d mistake the feeling for an orgasm; it was so unique.
Mitch pulls away, his forehead pressed against mine. His heavy breathing sounds as if he’s been running a race.
Slowly, his large, calloused hands moved down my body to my thighs.
His palms drag up the outside of my legs, and with each inch he lifts the skirt of my dress higher.
His gaze never leaves mine. He’s waiting, searching, looking to see if I will stop this.
God, I should. Once we do this, we can’t take it back.
But my mouth doesn’t open to say no. Instead, when it opens, a moan slips out.
His hands stop at the waistband of my underwear. Again, he searches and watches for any sign I will say no. When no such sign comes, he tucks his fingers into the band and drags my panties down.
I don’t think about the outcome, or how wrong this is.
I don’t tell myself all the ways this could go bad.
My focus is on the here and now. Right here, right now, I want Mitchell to do any and everything he wants to me.
I allow him to push my panties lower and lower until they are falling to my ankles.
Once my panties fall to my feet, I keep my eyes locked on him as I step out of them. Mitchell steps back, creating a little space between us. He then drops to his knees in front of me. My breath catches and I forget how to breathe. There is no way he is about to do what I think he is.
Those blue eyes stare up at me. The skirt of my dress has fallen back down, covering my naked parts. His roughened hand rubbed up the back of my thighs to my ass. When he squeezes the plump flesh, I shut my eyes and moan.
“No,” he growls. “Open your eyes for me.”
I pop them back open so quickly you’d think they had a spring attached to them.
He slowly lifts my dress up, revealing my brand new hairless pussy. When he groans and places his nose at the apex of my thighs, a rush of arousal leaks out of me.
He looks back up at me; his desire for me has his lids half-closed.
“Can I have you, Ella?” The pleading in his tone is so desperate, you’d think he was begging for his life. I won’t lie, to have him on his knees begging to taste me makes me feel like a queen.
I nod my head vigorously. I don’t have the strength to use my actual words.
Without a second thought, he lifts my leg over his shoulder.
My dress falls down around his head, blocking my view of him.
He grips my thighs, pulling them apart. Suddenly, there is a swipe against my lower lips.
It was the barest touch, but already my eyes were rolling to the back of my head.
When his long tongue shoves into my center and then slides out to roll over my pearl, I nearly lose my balance.
If Mitch hadn’t caught me, I’d surely have fallen on my ass.
I guess he realizes this isn’t the best position. He slips from under my dress, stands to his feet, grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
He kisses me feverishly again, allowing me to taste my essence on his tongue. Before long he places me down on a flat surface. When he breaks away from the kiss, I notice that I’m on the kitchen table. Mitch pulls away, and without turning, reaches for one of my dining room chairs.
He pulls the chair up to the table and takes a seat. Grabbing both my ankles, he placed my feet on the table. I tug at the hem of my dress, lifting it up and out of the way. Meanwhile, he shoves my knees apart.
Here I am, sitting in front of my husband’s best friend, with my hairless pussy on display.
Part of me wants to shy away. He has a direct view of my most intimate parts.
The only person besides Andrew who has seen this view is my gynecologist. However, the other part of me, a part I had forgotten about, a part that is now remembering she is a sexy, desirable woman, wants to spread my legs even wider.
Mitch runs a finger through my soaked folds.
He stares at my center with his teeth sunk into his bottom lip.
When he circles my clit with his finger, my head drops back and my eyes close.
I don’t see him duck between my thighs, so I flinch when his warm, wet tongue laps at my center.
At first, he seems tentative, gentle even.
I think for a second that he’s unsure, maybe.
However, that lasted only a split second.
This man dives into my pussy like he’s trying to eat the center of a papaya.
His lips wrap around my button and suck, causing my ass to lift off the table and my toes to curl. His entire face is buried in my center. If I weren’t experiencing so much pleasure, I’d be worried he was suffocating.
My panting fills my dining room. I drop my hands to his head as I hold on for dear life. His head twisted from side to side as he continued to devour me. My orgasm rises so rapidly I almost think I’m dying.
“Mitchell,” I scream as my body convulses. I shake as if I’m being electrocuted. My eyes roll so far back into my head I can see my damn thoughts.
Even despite the clear signs that I’ve just come, he doesn’t stop. Mitch uses his tongue to clean me up, drinking from my center like it’s the water of life. When he laps at my pearl again, I scoot back from him, feeling so sensitive it’s damn near painful.
He finally lifts away. When I see how messy his beard and nose are, I feel ashamed.
I have never in my life come that hard before.
Mitch runs a hand down his nose to his chin, cleaning my creamy residue away.
He stands from the chair, undoes his belt buckle so viciously that I think he may break the thing.
I watch with my mouth open as he unleashes himself from the confines of his jeans and boxers.
Holy. Shit. Never in all my life had I seen a more gorgeous dick. It is perfectly long, but not so long that it would be painful. But the most breathtaking part of it is the thickness. Mitch was girthy. The kind that was going to leave you aching.
He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and tugs it.
A pearl of pre-cum leaks from the tip. I lick my lips at the sight of it.
Clearly Mitch had no plans of me sucking him off.
He immediately steps forward, grabs my left leg, and tugs my ass to the edge of the table.
Without a word or a second thought, he pushed every thick inch of himself into my center. He and I both hissed at the same time.
“Fuck,” he growls.
I don’t say shit, because I feel too full to make words. He pulls out of me and my sloppy pussy makes a suction sound, before he shoves back in at a slow pace. This time he pushes all the way in and I realize I lied about his length not being too long.
“Ugh, Mitch. You’re deep,” I cry out.
Mitch grabs my neck. His eyes lock onto me as he lifts my left leg higher up his forearm. This time when he drives in, I let out a cry. He places his lips to mine as he fucks me hard. The sound of his thighs clapping against my ass sounds like we have an audience for our activities.
“Gotdamn, you feel so fucking good.” He grumbles as if he’s angry with me about it.
I don’t reply because I’m too busy fighting for my life. I swear this man is tapping my cervix. He’s hitting me in a place I never knew existed. My nails are digging into his shoulder. Mitch slows the pace down. Instead of in and out, he grinds his hips in a circle with every entry.
I make a noise that doesn’t sound at all human when he sinks in so deep my toes curl.
“Shit. Shit.” I whimper placing one hand against his stomach to keep him from going too deep.
Mitch stops moving. He leans in and takes my lips, slipping his tongue into my mouth for one of his consuming and desperate kisses.
I love how sloppy and nasty his kisses are.
His lips devoured mine. When he nearly takes my breath away with his kiss, he pulls back and stares down at me.
He grins at me right before he knocks my hand on his stomach away and sinks deep into me.
My back bows and my breasts push up to my chin as I take him deeper.
He goes back to his faster pace, fucking me like he’s trying to imprint his dick in my belly.
He leans back, putting space between our bodies.
After lifting my left leg up to his shoulder, he moved my dress, which had slipped back down, up my body, exposing my sex.
He pulls me further off the table; at this point, most of my ass is over the edge.
He then uses his thumb to stimulate my clitoris.
Pure pleasure shoots up my spine. He fucks me while massaging my pearl.
My second orgasm is fast approaching. I think he can tell because he increases the speed.
I start to whimper and beg louder.
“That’s it, El. I know you’re close. Don’t fight it. Come for me, baby.”
His encouraging words are exactly what I needed because my pussy spasms and I shoot off like a rocket. My toes ball up, my eyes roll back, and my body stiffens as if I’m going into rigor mortis.
Mitch fucks me through my orgasm, which spins me into another one. I scream his name this time as I shoot off to the rafters. It’s only then that I feel the hot warmth of his come. He growls as he unloads inside me.
When he’s done, his shoulders and chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths. He lets my leg go, and it falls down his shoulder to land by his side. Grabbing my neck, he pulled me in for a kiss. He sucks my lips and uses his tongue to dance with mine.
I don’t know how long we kissed, but not long after, the press of his dick against my entrance had my eyes springing open. I pull back from the kiss to stare at him. There is a grin plastered on his face. He doesn’t speak as he pushes back into me slowly.
I squeal as he seats himself inside me. I guess our night isn’t over yet.