Chapter 10
Mitch gasped softly as I ran the wand around his crown, then gently nudged his frenulum.
I glanced up to see if he was watching, but his head was tipped back, and his eyes were closed.
I did the manoeuvre again, stroking up and down his shaft as well.
He started growing before my eyes. I touched his frenulum again, massaging it a little, and he groaned.
Pre-cum began bubbling from his slit like a spring, lubricating his head.
That made it easier to glide the wand around the top of his cock, and up and down the shaft. I stroked his balls too.
Mitch grunted and thrust his hips forward so the wet, rosy tip of his cock bobbed near my mouth. It was so close, I could stretch out my tongue and lick it—I forced down my own arousal and tried to concentrate on what I was doing.
Travelling the wand slowly up and down his shaft, I then changed the setting to “fast short pulse” and rested it on his frenulum.
Mitch squirmed on the stool, thighs quivering.
The low moans he was making sounded like he was enjoying that a lot.
I recalled Richie had made similar noises, just before he…
I promptly shut off the vibrator.
Mitch’s eyes shot open and locked with mine. ‘What the…?’
‘I need to take photos,’ I stated firmly. ‘While you’re… larger.’ I didn’t have a tape measure, but from memory, I didn’t think he could get much bigger.
He glanced down at his engorged dick and huffed. ‘Fine.’
I ran over to the bed and grabbed my camera, as well as the box of tissues. ‘Can you just… your…’ I made a wiping motion at his cock and handed them to him. Mia wanted the guys’ cocks looking clean and hard in the photos, not dripping fluids.
Mitch wordlessly mopped up his pre-cum with a scowl. I sensed he’d been on the brink of a massive orgasm and was clearly unhappy I’d cut him off. Yikes! Should I apologise and keep going? No, I had a job to do. Besides, I didn’t fancy cleaning cum off the carpet.
‘Okay, can you do the same pose as before? Yes, that’s the one, great! And look at me. Say cheese.’
Mitch gave me a petulant stare, the corners of his mouth turning down, and I stifled a laugh. ‘You’re giving “my secretary has left me in the lurch” vibes.’
Mitch grunted. ‘She bloody well has.’ But he dutifully gave me a slight smile.
‘That’s better. Can you lean back slightly? Tilt your head to the right. Perfect. Hold that.’
I snapped away, soaking in Mitch’s rippling, glossy body and his thick erection through the lens; it was a glorious display of manhood, and every photo was gold.
His grumpiness also worked as it made him look brooding.
But that dissipated when I started saying ‘Ooh, sexy’ and ‘That’s really hot’, and he began smiling broadly, like he was enjoying himself.
He started giving me a lot of different poses, and I hardly needed to direct him.
‘Have you done this before?’ I asked, snapping away.
He shook his head. ‘Nope. But it’s fun.’
I had to conclude that Mitch was a rare beast. A natural nude model, comfortable in his own skin. And, by the way, he was now standing in front of me doing a Mr Universe muscle flex, clearly enjoyed the limelight.
His confidence put me at ease, and I started unwinding too.
‘Oh yeah, work it, baby,’ I purred, lying on the floor and taking some shots of him from below. He dropped down on all fours and prowled towards me, snarling like a tiger (I was beginning to think of it as his spirit animal).
I rolled away, laughing as he stuck out his tongue and pretended to lick the camera. ‘I think that’s enough.’
‘Good, coz my dick’s deflating,’ said Mitch, grinning, sitting back on his haunches.
Handing him the bottle of wet wipes, I perched on the bed, checking the frames while he wiped oil off his arms and chest.
Phew, so much for not taking 100 photos. I’d gone a bit overboard, but at least Mia now had plenty to choose from. And she didn’t need to see the Mr Universe or silly tiger ones at the end. They were … private? I didn’t know quite what I’d do with those. Create a personal spank bank?
‘All good?’ asked Mitch, putting on his shirt.
‘Yeah, thanks. Mia will be happy.’ She can ogle him to her heart’s content now. ‘We’ll go through them and pick one for the website and one for the appointment teaser.’
Mitch sat on the stool and put on his shirt. ‘Only two photos out of all those? You took heaps.’
I flushed and started packing up my camera. ‘Yeah, well. When the creative spirit moves you.’
‘Well, I know what moved me,’ Mitch said suggestively. I glanced up to find him with his shirt half-buttoned, still naked from the waist down—and looking at me intently.
My flush deepened. ‘Ahh—’
‘That vibrator. It was amazing. Can I have a look at it?’
‘Oh,’ I said, feeling a bit disappointed. ‘Yeah, sure.’ I handed him the vibrator, and he fiddled around with the settings, trying out each one. I continued putting away my camera equipment as the room filled with various types of hums, like bumblebees warming up for an opera.
Then Mitch said, ‘It’s your turn, Primrose.’
I stared at him as he walked towards me with the Magic Wand thrumming.
‘What?’
‘Come on. You made me feel good. I want to return the favour. It’s only fair.’
My heart thumped in my chest as Mitch rapidly closed the distance between us. I stepped back, but my thighs touched the edge of the bed. I had nowhere to go. And right now, with the heated look in Mitch’s eyes, leaving wasn’t uppermost in my mind.
He touched one of my nipples lightly through my shirt with the wand. He’d set to a gentle vibration, but it was still enough to make me gasp. With a smile playing on his lips, he touched it again and then my other one too. A warm burst of pleasure spiked through my core.
‘Does that feel good?’
I nodded, unable to speak because I hadn’t thought my nipples actually worked. But maybe all I’d needed was the wand on them. I stood there, letting him tease my nipples into hard, aching peaks, my face growing red as desire pooled in my belly.
‘Hmm, let’s see if you like this.’ He ran the wand down the centre of my breasts, past my stomach and played it along my hipbones. Then he dipped it to touch the top of my groin.
I sucked in a breath, and he saw my reaction, so he did it some more. My knees gave way a little. ‘I might need to sit down.’
Mitch grinned. ‘Lie back on the bed if you want.’
I knew I shouldn’t, but the wand felt so good, and I was fully clothed. Yes, I thought as I lay back on the bed. It was like a friend giving me a massage. I certainly wouldn’t be counting it as “hooking up”.
Mitch lay beside me, propping himself on one elbow. He rested the head of the wand on my pubic mound. I reached a hand to move it slightly so it touched… Ah, yes, right there. ‘Jesus Christ almighty,’ I groaned as it thrummed against my clit, and Mitch chuckled.
‘Nice, right?’
He pressed the next setting up, and I gave a little gasp as the pleasure intensified. Sweat broke out on my upper lip as I luxuriated in the tingling waves spreading throughout my groin, lower back, and spine.
‘Did the other guys do this with you?’ Mitch asked. ‘Richie…?’
I shook my head. ‘No, I did him with the wand, but he didn’t offer to do me.’
‘Hmm,’ said Mitch thoughtfully. He lifted the vibrator off me, and the pleasure instantly stopped. Nooooo, I thought. Oh well, I guess I should have expected that. He was making me pay for cutting him off before.
I arched an eyebrow at him, and Mitch gave a roguish smile. ‘Shall I keep going?’
I knew I should say no. That I should leave immediately before it went any further, but something was locking me in place.
I didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was vanity, but I liked Mitch paying attention to me.
This afternoon had been fun, and I wanted to keep it going a bit longer, to get more intimate with him.
Was that so wrong? He hadn’t started work yet, and Mia didn’t need to know.
I nodded slowly.
Mitch licked his lips and took off his shirt. Screwing it into a ball, he tossed it off the end of the bed. My stomach dipped at the intense look on his face.
‘So, Primrose, here’s the plan. You lift up your skirt, pull down your knickers and spread your legs. Then I’m gonna make your pussy feel reeeeally good,’ he purred the words slowly and softly, his breath tickling my ear, and goosebumps erupted all over my body.
In a daze of needy excitement, I obediently tugged up my pencil skirt to my waist, slid my knickers to my knees and opened my legs.
‘Mmm,’ said Mitch, gazing down at my body. ‘Such a pretty pussy. I’ve been wanting to finger you ever since I saw you getting off with Richie.’
He trailed a light, caress over my mound, and I gulped.
‘But I think I’ll settle for giving you an orgasm with this...
’ Mitch replaced his fingers with the wand, stroking lightly between my pussy lips, and I practically melted at the delicious sensation.
But he only gave my clit teasing touches, and it started driving me crazy.
Only then did I remember that he’d said he was good at edging, and women were a sweaty, gasping mess by the time he was finished with them. Oh shit.
Mitch glided the wand in a long sweep from my clit down over my entrance and back up again. He did it a few more times, and it felt so fucking good. A pitiful whimper escaped my lips. The wand circled slowly backwards and forwards over my clit, and I writhed on the bed, moaning loudly.
‘You’re making my cock really hard, Primrose.’ Mitch’s voice was deep and husky, but very controlled.
I shuddered, aching for him to touch me properly, and it was a huge effort not to grab said hard cock.
But I forced myself not to. He was playing with me, trying to see how far he could push me before I succumbed and begged him.
Even then, maybe he wouldn’t even let me orgasm, though he’d said he would.
I sucked in a breath. Surely not? That would just be cruel.
Mitch changed the setting again, and I wondered what it was this time.
I didn’t really care. It all felt great.
He held the tip of the wand against my clit, and it gave a long, concentrated pulse, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my groin.
I mewled, jutting my hips, seeking release.
I needed him to give it to me. But Mitch took the wand away again.
He touched me several more times, but took it away just before I could get over the edge. I was so close; it was pure torture.
I broke down and begged on the tenth iteration. ‘Please, Mitch,’ I whispered. ‘Please let me come.’
Slowly, he leaned down and whispered in my ear, ‘But I like you begging for it. I think I might edge you for at least another half an hour. What do you think?’