Chapter Eighteen #3
I don’t even stop to let anyone know I’m leaving. I slid out of the room without being seen. Although this place had public men’s and women’s restrooms, there was a family restroom. I look around to make sure no one can see me before I push the door open and step in.
My foot isn’t even across the threshold before I’m yanked up by the neck, shoved to the wall, and a tongue pushed into my mouth. I surrender to his attack, loving the way he handles my body.
When his hands go to the button of my jeans, my eyes pop open. I lean back from the kiss.
“Mitchell, what are you doing?”
He continues to undo my pants.
“What do you think?”
His hand around my neck tightens, tilting my head back. His other hand shoves down into the front of my jeans, past my undies until his thick finger comes into contact with my wet lips.
A low growl slips from his lips. “This better be for me.”
My breath is coming out labored as he toys with my pearl, rolling it underneath his thumb.
“Only for you,” I whimper.
His lips were on mine instantly. His tongue shoved back into my mouth.
“I need to feel you,” he groans.
“We don’t have time,” I cry out as he continues to rub my clit.
Mitch is not a quickie guy. The man will lay up in my pussy for hours. Sometimes I have to beg him to cum.
“Fuck that. I can’t wait.”
Pulling his hand out, he locks the bathroom door and then turns me around so that I’m facing the wall.
In a quick tug, he maneuvered my pants and underwear down to my ankles.
He caresses my ass cheek gently before moving down to the apex of my legs.
His finger rubs my seam before splitting me in half and diving into me.
My wetness made itself known with sloshing sounds.
Mitch already knows how badly I want him.
I’m so busy enjoying the way he’s thrusting his finger into me I don’t know when he pulled his dick out of his pants.
However, I know it’s out when I feel that huge blunt tip press into my opening.
He removes his hands seconds before he pushes into me.
I go up on my tiptoes, widening my legs as best I can.
“Mitchell,” I cry out when it feels as if he’s in my stomach.
“You’ve been keeping my pussy from me all day,” he fusses as if he’s scolding me.
The rapid sound of his hips smacking against my ass filled the room along with my whimpers.
I claw at the wall, trying to find some leverage.
He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my head back so that he can place a nasty kiss on my lips.
His other hand is at my lower back, pressing down so that I can maintain my arch.
He pulls back from the kiss and bites my bottom lip gently as he pushes into me so deep I cry out.
“You are no one's competition, do you understand me?” he growls as he grinds into me.
“Yea......yeah.”
“Say that shit out loud, El.”
I finally understood what this was about.
My last comment to Mitch about competing with what Kiely and Andrew had.
I didn’t think about the words when I said them.
I was just stating what I thought was obvious.
Andrew looked completely happy with Kiely, and he never looked that way with me.
I’m guessing Mitch didn’t like that comment.
He pulls out of me and slowly pushes back in so deep my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“I’m no one's competition,” I hiss.
“You don’t ever fucking compete with her. You’re mine, Ella. All. Fucking. Mine.” With each word he slams into me.
I come so hard and so long, ineligible words and saliva fall from my lips.
Mitch fucks through my orgasm until he crashes into his own.
He buries his head into my neck, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.
His groan is so sensual that I almost come again.
His hot seed bathes my walls and his ck pulses inside me.
Finally, he pulls out of me. Reaching to his left, he held his hand under the paper towel dispenser. Once a few sheets fall down, he rips them off. He hands the dry tissue to me before stepping back.
I quickly clean myself, trying to soak up the nut that is leaking out of me.
The sound of water running has me looking to my left. Mitch has his clothes pulled up, and he’s at the sink wetting more paper towels. He walks over to me and instead of handing the wet napkins to me; he wipes me gently from front to back. It’s all done without saying a word.
When he seems satisfied with his work, he tosses the napkin into the trash. I pull my underwear and pants back up. Turning to look at him, he pulled me into him for another kiss.
“You handled that situation well. I’m proud of you.” He drops a kiss on my forehead. “The old Ella would have shied away. Maybe even let that asshole get to her. I like this new Ella.” He winks at me.
I giggle and then immediately roll my eyes in my head because I’m acting like Kiely.
“Well, if you let my mama and the girls tell it, it’s because I’m getting good dick.”
I admire the smile that spreads across his face. “Are you getting good dick?”
Laughing, I spin on my heels and head for the door. “The best in the fucking world,” I call over my shoulder.
The sound of his laughter followed me out of the bathroom. I slip out and check my surroundings. Thankfully, no one is waiting to use it, and it seems my party is still inside the party room.
I quickly head to the regular bathroom and wash my hands and straighten my clothes before heading back into the party room. Mitch was there when I walked in. He looks me up and down and then winks at me before tuning back into whatever conversation he was having with my dad.
“Are you ready to open gifts?” I ask Cameron as if I wasn’t just missing for ten minutes.
“Yeah, and then can we go back out and jump?”
“Sure, kid,” I ruffled his hair before grabbing the first gift off the table and placing it in front of him.
The rest of the party went off without a hitch.
That night, in my bed alone, I thought over the day.
I replayed all the scenes with Andrew and seeing him with Kiely.
The more I thought them over, the more I replayed their interactions, the less that twinge of pain hit me.
In fact, I spent more time thinking about that moment in the bathroom with Mitch. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I am healing.