Chapter Fourteen
I walk out of my bedroom the next morning, and every single step felt like a personal insult to my skull. My head was pounding a vicious, rhythmic beat behind my eyes.
I absolutely, completely hate alcohol.
I literally fall face-first onto the couch, letting out a pathetic, muffled groan into the cushions. A low, amused chuckle cut through my misery.
I force myself to roll onto my back, blinking against the harsh morning light, and found Mitch sitting casually on the kitchen counter. He was sipping a mug of black coffee, wearing nothing but a pair of dark sweatpants, and looking entirely, effortlessly amazing.
“I was fully planning on yelling at you this morning,” he says, his deep voice vibrating in the quiet room. “But by the absolute trainwreck look on your face, it seems like you’ve already been through enough.”
“You have absolutely nothing to yell at me about,” I groan, throwing an arm over my eyes to block out the sun.
He sets his coffee mug down on the counter with a soft clink and slid off the marble. His heavy, deliberate footsteps echo on the floorboards as he strides toward the couch. Towering over me, he leans down, planting one large hand on the back of the sofa and glaring directly into my eyes. “Maybe I do, considering you had a house full of people over after I explicitly told you no.”
“Some of them were your literal family,” I argue back, but immediately hiss and wince. The volume of my own voice sent a sharp, agonizing spike of pain straight through my temples.
“I don’t care,” he murmurs, his emerald eyes darkening.
“You don’t care about anything,” I whisper, closing my eyes tightly in hopes that the darkness would ease the splitting headache.
A second later, the couch shifts violently, and I feel the heavy, muscular warmth of Bear’s body settling directly on top of mine.
That definitely opened my eyes.
He didn’t crush me, pinning his weight on his forearms as he hovers over my chest. He leans down, placing a surprisingly soft, lingering kiss on the edge of my chin, then moves down to the sensitive skin of my neck. He trails his lips slowly upward until his warm breath was fanning directly against my ear.
“Don’t disrespect me, Daniella,” he whispers, his voice a low, gravelly warning that sent a violent shiver straight down my spine. “I went easy on you this time. But next time? You won’t be nearly as lucky.”
I let out a soft, involuntary whine of protest as he began to shift his weight to get off me. “Don’t go,” I whimper, my hands instinctively reaching up to catch his forearms.
“I have work,” he grumbles, though his eyes lingered on my mouth. He leans down, intending to just press a quick, dismissive kiss to my lips before leaving, but I wasn’t having it.
I reach up, wrapping my fingers firmly into the thick hair at the back of his head, and anchor him to me, deepening the kiss with everything I had. Look, it had been four completely dry months since I moved in, okay? I was done waiting.
Completely ignoring the fact that he was supposed to be clocking into a shift, Bear growls into my mouth and surrendered, shifting his weight back down until he was fully pressing me into the cushions. His tongue slid past my lips, parting them easily and doing absolute wonders. The man was a terrifyingly good kisser—hot, heavy, and completely consuming. It honestly made me wonder what other incredible ways he could use that mouth. You know exactly what I’m talking about, ladies.
I was rapidly running out of oxygen, but I did not give a single shit. I wanted to stay trapped under him, kissing him like this forever. I slide my hands down his neck, clutching tightly at his broad shoulders, while his fingers tangled deep into my hair, giving a firm, possessive yank that tilted my head back.
We broke apart for a fraction of a second, and I gasp in pure pleasure as his mouth immediately migrated to the hollow of my throat, sucking fiercely on a highly sensitive spot right over my pulse point.
“I really... I got to go, Danny,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hitching.
“No,” I whisper, the word lost as I pull him right back down into another bruising kiss. His fingers were still tangled in my hair, gripping so tightly it burned a little, but the slight pain was turning me on in a way I couldn’t even describe. “Please, Mitch,” I breathe against his lips.
A dark, dangerous smirk flashes across his face. His right hand slid beneath the hem of my oversized hoodie, smoothing over the bare skin of my ribs. He let out a low, rough groan the exact second his palm realized I wasn’t wearing a bra.
The sound of that groan was so incredibly hot.
My back automatically arches off the couch, a loud moan escaping me as his thumb and forefinger found my right nipple, pinching it firmly. I was completely, agonizingly sensitive. Desperate for any kind of relief from the sudden rush of heat in my lower stomach, I began rhythmically grinding my hips up against his knee, which was securely wedged right between my thighs.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he whispers, his emerald eyes flaring with absolute hunger.
Before I could even process the words, his hands grip the collar of my favorite grey sweatshirt, and with one sudden, violent flex of his hands, he rips the fabric completely down the center.
I blink up at him, a breathless, hysterical little laugh escaping me. “That was my favorite sweater,” I whisper.
But the words fade instantly as I became intensely aware that my chest was completely bare, and Bear was staring down at me, his gaze scorching hot.
I moan loudly as his mouth attached directly to my left breast, his tongue swirling over the peak, while his hand continues to ruthlessly pinch and pull at my right. The dual stimulation was so intense I felt like I was going to orgasm right then and there, just from him playing with my chest.
“Bear,” I choke out, my head tossing back against the armrest as my thrusts against his heavy knee grew faster, more desperate.
He abruptly pulls his mouth away from my skin, hovering over me with a fierce, demanding glare. “Say my real name.”
I was confused for about a fraction of a second, my brain completely fried by pleasure. Then, looking into his eyes, it clicks. “Mitchell, please,” I whine, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
He groans at the sound of his name on my lips, dropping his head right back down and attaching his mouth to my skin once again. I was vibrating on the absolute brink of a release, but the friction against his knee wasn’t quite enough to push me over the edge.
“Mitchell,” I beg, tears of frustration stinging the corners of my eyes.
He growls, pulling away from my chest entirely. “What?”
“Fuck me.”
“No.”
“Why the hell not?” I cry out, my hips twitching beneath his.
“Not while you’re completely hungover and I’m still angry at you,” he states firmly, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument. A violent shiver racks my entire body as his large hands moved down, easily gripping the waistband of my track pants and pulling them down my legs. “I’ll make you orgasm, though.”
“Yes,” I whisper, completely at his mercy.
He presses one soft, reassuring kiss to my lips before traveling all the way back down my body. He kisses his way over my breasts, down the center of my stomach, and I thought he was going to stop at my hips—until he grabs the edges of my underwear and rips them away just like he had my hoodie.
His mouth tightens around the center of my thighs, his breath hot against my bare skin.
I clutch at the dark hair on his head, a loud, uninhibited scream of pleasure tearing from my throat as his mouth made contact. No guy had ever gone down on me before. Not a single one. Not even Jason in the entire time we were together.
Mitch tongue-fucked me ruthlessly, his movements heavy and deliberate, while he brought his thumb down to apply a perfect, agonizing amount of pressure directly to my clit.
I was right there.
“Mitchell!” I scream, my back arching completely off the couch cushions as my entire body began to violently shake. The release tore through me in massive, crashing waves, completely blinding me. It was, without a shadow of a doubt, the absolute best orgasm I had ever experienced in my entire life.
But he didn’t stop. He continues to lick and suck down there, riding through the waves of my release with me, and the lingering sensitivity was so overwhelming that the pleasure completely shattered me a second time. My body seizes up as a second, back-to-back orgasm hit me like a freight train.
I had just come twice in a row. That had literally never happened to me before.
When he was finally satisfied, Bear pulls away slowly, sitting up and running his tongue over his lower lip. “You taste incredibly good, Danny.”
I lay there panting, my chest heaving and my legs still trembling uncontrollably against the cushions. “Thanks,” I choke out, my voice entirely wrecked.
“Now I actually have to go to work,” he says, a small, knowing smirk gracing his features. He slid off the couch, leaning down one last time to press a gentle kiss to my flushed cheek. “I’ll be back after three.”
The front door opens and shuts, leaving the apartment entirely silent. I just melt completely into the fabric of the couch, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed smile.
Honestly? It was so right of me to throw that girls’ night.
Note to self: I need to figure out ways to make Bear angry way more often.