Chapter 5
Closing the door, I stood there, breathing heavily. Moving quickly to the desk, I stuffed items into my handbag: laptop, water bottle, phone. Not seeing what was happening didn’t help to ease my arousal.
And if the loud yelps of pleasure now emanating from the other room were anything to go by, Mitch was absolutely ruining Mia.
My breath shallowed as I imagined Mitch’s handsome face hovering above mine, chiselled lips parted, the musky smell of his sweat, the intense way he’d look at me before he was about to …
Shaking, I grabbed my water bottle from my bag, took a long, deep swallow, and almost choked.
Perversely, I wished I did have a dentist appointment—for a filling without anaesthetic.
A very long and very loud moan floated from next door, and I seriously considered going back in to demand a turn.
But I knew what guys like Mitch were like.
His ego would swell to colossal proportions, and I’d forever be known in his mind as the asexual lesbian he’d banged at his interview.
And I had to work with him.
For months. Maybe years.
Fuck.
I had to get out of here.
When the lift arrived, in my haste, I managed to light up the buttons on all four floors.
But as it descended with frustrating slowness, the doors opening on each level, I realised something.
It was late afternoon, and the guys were arriving to get ready for their first appointments.
Maybe I didn’t need to go home and pleasure myself with a vibrator.
Why didn’t I just ask one of them to help me out with my Mitch frustration?
It was completely out of character for me to even be thinking like this.
But, apparently, I wasn’t thinking with my brain right now.
Before I could change my mind, I got off on the second floor and made a beeline for Richie’s changing room.
He was the horniest guy at Suite Noir, and we’d hooked up unexpectedly during one of his marketing shoots.
He’d told me afterwards he’d really enjoyed it, and if I’d ever wanted to do it again, he wouldn’t say no.
So I knew he was the most likely to be up for fooling around.
Without knocking, I barged in and caught him standing at the mirror, shirtless in black Nike shorts, raking gel through his blond hair.
Richie glanced around, looking a bit startled at the interruption.
‘Hey, Prim. You alright?’
My eyes raked over his half-naked body. As well as being the horniest, Richie the Postman was also one of the hottest guys at Suite Noir.
(He wasn’t really a postman; he was a data engineer.
Mia had decided to give the guys different job titles to make them appear more attractive to women: for instance, Kit the Professor and Lyle the Fireman.)
‘I’m fine, thanks. I just had a full-on interview with Mia. I was wondering, uh… if you’d like to…’ I trailed off, heat crawling up my neck.
Richie stared at me, a slow grin spreading across his face.
All the guys knew Mia was currently looking for a replacement for Kit, and what went on in the interviews.
‘Sure. I told you I’d always be up for a repeat.
’ He turned to face me and slid down his shorts.
His sizeable dick bounced into view, already erect at the thought of our pre-appointment tryst. I gulped, remembering Richie wasn’t shy about baring it all.
‘Shower or here?’ he asked, kicking his shorts to one side.
‘We can’t go to my suite. I’ve got someone due at five—’
‘Here’s fine, it’s just a quickie,’ I said, unzipping my pencil skirt and shimmying it down. I would’ve rather kept it on, but it was tight and restrictive.
Richie gazed down at my white Primark briefs, which matched my white shirt. ‘Sexy.’
They weren’t sexy in the slightest, but I couldn’t do much about that.
‘When I woke up this morning, I didn’t think I’d be asking you to get me off,’ I said flatly. ‘But you can pull them down.’
‘Mmm, now we’re talking,’ Richie said in a husky voice. He trailed a finger lightly under the elastic at the top of my knickers, and I shivered.
‘What do you want?’ he asked. ‘Nipples and pussy—or just pussy?’
I knew the Suite Noir guys were straight talkers when it came to sex.
They were used to targeting the exact kind of pleasure clients wanted within the hour timeframe.
Yet, I felt awkward spelling it out to Richie.
But as we only had fifteen minutes, it was imperative that he got me there as soon as possible.
I wasn’t too sure what Mitch had done to my libido, but it was firing on all four cylinders.
‘Um, just pussy,’ I said. Guys touching my breasts did nothing for me.
Though Mitch sucking on Mia’s nipples had looked and sounded really nice…
I pushed that image smartly aside as Richie slid my knickers down to mid-thigh, exposing my waxed pussy.
I was so aroused right now, I half-expected a waft of steam to float up from its depths.
‘Fingers or tongue?’
‘Uh, fingers, I guess.’
Without further ado, Richie lightly stroked over my swollen clit. It felt so good that I let out a long, slow breath and leaned back against the locker door. His fingers explored deeper, sliding in and out of my entrance easily, while I shut my eyes, enjoying the sensation and his expert touch.
‘Fuck, you’re soaked,’ he murmured. ‘What the hell was going on in that interview?’
I opened my eyes to find Richie with his eyes fixed on his fingers entering my pussy and the other hand rapidly stroking his very hard dick. I shut my eyes again and said, ‘I just saw Mia getting railed by a nine-inch cock.’
Richie whistled. ‘Nine inches? Fuck me, no wonder you’re juiced up.’ He circled my throbbing clit, teasing and rubbing softly, insistently. I moaned as a shimmer of heat rolled down my spine, imagining that it was Mitch touching me. ‘That’s how you like it, yeah?’ Richie whispered. ‘I remembered.’
I had a sudden flashback of Richie and me in the shower from his photoshoot. Me with my bikini bottoms off, legs astride and getting thoroughly fingered by him as water pelted us.
My cheeks flushed at the memory. That had been out of character for me as well.
But watching him jerk off for his video had been seriously arousing, as this encounter was shaping up to be too.
Richie steadily fisted his stiff cock as he pumped a couple of fingers inside me.
His breath started hitching, and his six-pack twitched.
‘Are you going to…?’
Richie shook his head. ‘I can’t—I need to save it for my client.’ But he didn’t let go of his cock and massaged my clit harder with his fingers. I squirmed, my pussy aching with need and my thighs quivering.
Richie bit his lip with a groan, and his hand sped up. ‘Fuck, you’re so wet.’
My head lolled back against the locker as Richie’s fingers pistoned inside me.
‘Oh yeah. Fuck me, Mitch, fuck me,’ I moaned as a vision of me writhing on the mattress underneath Mitch played out in my mind.
A slow, tingling pulse fanned out from my core, steadily becoming stronger, and Richie’s breath was ragged in my ears.
Completely caught up in the moment, I rutted against his fingers, butt banging against the locker, as euphoria coursed through my body.
There was a slight groan next to me, and a splash of warm liquid hit my thigh. Half-dazed from my orgasm, I looked down to find Richie’s dick splattering my legs and white panties with spurt after spurt of creamy cum.
‘Ah, sorry,’ he gasped, pulling at the tip of his cock to extract the last drops, ‘I couldn’t stop, you felt so good.’
‘That’s okay,’ I said, hauling myself upright and gazing down at the gusset of my drenched knickers. I felt a bit sorry for Richie’s client, who might now be getting a subpar erection.
Richie grabbed a nearby towel and pulled my knickers down so I could step out of them.
‘So, who’s Mitch?’ he asked as he wiped his cum off my thighs.
‘That would be me,’ drawled a familiar male voice.
My pussy still pulsing, I looked around slowly to find Mitch Maddox leaning against the doorway, bare-chested with his hair dishevelled and a white towel slung around his hips.