Chapter 4
Ignoring my throbbing clit, I typed a few more notes as Mitch demonstrated his cuddling technique for the “post-orgasm” service we offered.
He was still rock hard, and I could tell by the way he was rubbing his dick against Mia’s stomach that he wanted to come. After witnessing her impressive climax, I didn’t blame him. I was pretty sure there was a damp patch on the back of my skirt, too, after that.
But Mitch had to learn that having erections, which might not be relieved in a session, was part of being a Suite Noir guy. It was about satisfying the client, not their own urges. However, in saying that, Mia didn’t like to send interviewees home with hard-ons.
She was busy whispering something in Mitch’s ear, and he was nodding, so I assumed she was going to take pity on him, since he’d pretty much passed round two with flying colours.
I settled back for the show, surprised to find that the thought of Mitch groaning and spurting cum everywhere was making my pussy clench in anticipation.
But Mia said, ‘Primrose, can you get me the box of condoms and the bottle of lube? We’re moving to round three. ’
I stared at her. Round three? This was unprecedented. Apart from getting it on with Lyle, whom she couldn’t resist, Mia usually wrapped up the interview after round two. But if she wanted to have sex with Mitch, it wasn’t my place to tell her she couldn’t. She was the managing director, after all.
However, it meant I would probably have to take notes on his technique. And something about watching Mia and Mitch fuck in front of me wasn’t too appealing.
Swallowing, I put down my laptop, adjusted my skirt, and scurried out of the room.
I went over to the supply cupboard and grabbed the box of ribbed condoms that Mia liked and a new bottle of lube.
There was another box of tissues in there, so I hiked up my skirt and surreptitiously swiped between my legs.
The tissue came away soaked, so I had to use a few more.
Next door, Mitch said something in a low, rumbling tone, and Mia replied with a high-pitched giggle.
Were they talking about me? Was he asking her if I was an asexual lesbian?
I used another tissue to blot my sweaty forehead.
By the way my body was reacting, I definitely wasn’t.
Not where Mitchell Maddox was concerned, anyway.
When I re-entered the room, Mia was looking impatient and more than slightly horny.
‘What took you so long?’ She beckoned me over with a brisk wave, and I handed her the box of condoms and the lube.
Without waiting for a reply, she tore open the box and said to Mitch, ‘Here you go. Whack one of these on, and we’ll give your cock a test drive. Primrose, you can take notes, right?’
I backed away slowly from the bed, thinking quickly. ‘Uh, actually, I have a… dentist appointment.’
Mia clicked her tongue. ‘Seriously? You didn’t mention it.’
‘Sorry, I forgot… until now.’ I collected my laptop and tried not to flinch when I heard Mitch rip open the condom wrapper. My nerves were stretched taut as piano wire. I felt bad leaving Mia in the lurch, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.
‘I’ll share my spreadsheet with you, and you can make some notes afterwards,’ I said. Not that I’ll be reading them.
‘Okay, that should be fine. Oooh, great, you’re ready,’ she murmured to Mitch. There was a rustling noise and I gathered she was stroking him again. ‘Mmm, nice. Top or bottom?’
‘Top,’ he replied firmly, and I resisted an eye-roll. Of course, he’d prefer the top.
I hurried to the doorway, clutching my laptop to my chest. ‘Have fun,’ I muttered.
‘Thanks, Primrose,’ said Mia, sounding amused. Then she gasped sharply and exclaimed, ‘Fuck, you’re a big boy. Luckily I’m lubed up.’
Mitch said something I didn’t catch, and Mia giggled.
I risked a look over my shoulder and saw Mitch’s firm buttocks hovering between her drawn-up legs. She was holding onto her knees to stretch herself wide and moaning softly as he penetrated her. My pussy twanged hard and began clenching on nothing. Another gush of wetness hit my knickers.
I couldn’t deny it any longer. Even though I knew he was a pretty boy, a player, and bad news for any woman who got involved with him, my pussy had decided that Mitch Maddox was hot as fuck, and it wanted to be lying where Mia was right now—and getting hammered.
A hot flush of desire snaked its way down my spine as Mitch began slowly fucking Mia, and by the noises coming from her mouth, he was making sure she felt every inch of him.