Chapter 11
Another half an hour!
He was a fiend.
I exhaled shakily and tried to keep it together. I could get up and walk away, but I didn’t think my legs would function. Mitch had me completely at his mercy, and he knew it.
I started to panic, the need to orgasm making me blurt things I shouldn’t.
‘If you let me come, then I can do you,’ I blurted. ‘Like I did before. Without stopping.’
A muscle ticked in Mitch’s jaw as he considered this. In the end, as I knew he would, he was swayed by the power of the wand. He wanted what it could give him just as much as I did.
‘Okay. Here we go. This might be intense.’
Mitch switched the setting to full vibration and ran the wand over my slit. By this time, I was gushing like a waterfall, so much so that I could hear the squelch as he dabbled it around.
‘God, you’re so wet. No wonder you’re losing it,’ he murmured.
I bucked my hips, wanting him to take the wand higher.
‘Patience, Primrose. I’m getting there.’
‘I’ve been bloody patient,’ I growled in a feral manner, ‘Now run the damn wand over my clit, motherfucker.’
There was a tense pause, and I thought I might have pushed him too far, and the vibrator would be switched off. But then Mitch gave a low, amused chuckle. ‘You’re feisty when you’re turned on. I like it.’
Whether he’d reward me for my feistiness or punish me, I didn’t know, but a moment later, the wand began making sweeping circles over my needy clit.
I groaned as Mitch began laying the bricks of my orgasm. Higher and higher he stacked them, and I had no choice but to climb, panting, to the highest peak. Only when I could go no further did he purr, ‘Come for me.’
The wand pressed firmly against my clit, and the pleasure was so intense that I didn’t so much jump as I was shoved off the roof.
For a moment, I was weightless, soaring, crying out in ecstasy, then I fell like a dead weight, shattering into a thousand moaning pieces under the architect’s gleeful gaze.
A short time later, fingers brushed in comforting, feather-light strokes over my hot, sweaty forehead.
‘Water,’ I croaked. There was a dip in the mattress, and then the spout of my water bottle was placed against my lips. I sucked at it eagerly like a newborn. Slowly, I came back to the land of the living and sat up dazedly, feeling like I’d been hit by a truck.
Mitch had pulled up my knickers, and my skirt was back in place. As if nothing had happened. But I felt like I was a different person altogether. What had he done to me?
I turned to look at Mitch. He was lying propped up on the pillows next to me with his hands behind his head. He was still naked, and his legs were crossed at the ankles.
My lips tightened at the self-satisfied look on his face. ‘I hate you.’
He grinned. ‘No, you don’t. Whatever you’re feeling right now, I’m willing to bet it’s not hate. More along the lines of grateful bliss. Right?’
‘Don’t tell me what I’m feeling,’ I muttered. He was partly right; bliss was involved. However, “grateful” I wouldn’t admit to.
In reply, Mitch smirked and handed me the wand. ‘A deal is a deal.’
He settled back on the pillows, and I switched on the wand.
I needed to wrap this up because it was no longer a photoshoot.
I wasn’t entirely sure what this was, but I knew it was overstepping the boundaries of my job by quite a wide margin.
But I’d agreed to help him out—and I always kept my promises.
‘Don’t go too slowly, will you?’ said Mitch, looking at his watch. ‘I’ve got shit to do this afternoon.’
I was tempted to say, Let’s leave it then. But I figured he’d hold me to it one way or another.
‘Fine. Whatever you want.’ Switching the wand to the medium vibration setting, I briskly stroked it up his shaft. Mitch’s eyes shuttered, and his stomach muscles tensed.
‘Maybe a bit slower…’
‘Nope,’ I teased, speedily swirling it around his head. ‘You wanted it fast and furious. So that’s what you’re going to get.’
I switched up the wand to maximum speed and swiped it in all the right places to get him where he needed to be. Mm, he was getting nice and hard now.
Mitch fisted the duvet as I kept working on him, ‘Don’t you dare stop.’ His voice had taken on a strained quality.
‘I said I wouldn’t.’
No, I was enjoying seeing him turned on way too much.
He just needed a little more to push him over the edge, like he’d pushed me…
I passed the wand rapidly over his frenulum, and Mitch’s face scrunched like he was in the utmost pain, or was it pleasure?
He let out a series of guttural moans as his hips began to jerk.
Ropes of cum suddenly shot out of his cock onto his stomach; some of it landed on the bedding as well.
I used my hands to contain his spurting cock, and it got rather… messy.
Eventually, he opened his eyes and said weakly, ‘Fuck me, that was intense.’
He gazed down at the puddled mess on his abs and all over my hands and grimaced. ‘Sorry about that.’
‘It’s fine,’ I said, reverting to my medical voice to avoid any awkwardness. ‘Just lie still until I’ve cleaned up a bit. Otherwise, you’ll stain the bedding even more.’ I told myself it was because of that, but it felt natural, taking care of him.
Mitch lay there obediently, breathing heavily, as I used a handful of tissues to soak up the fluid. After wiping his stomach, I gave the tip of his dick a cursory swab too. Mitch twitched, and his eyes hooded. ‘Careful, or we’ll be needing round two.’
I huffed a laugh. ‘I think your tank is well and truly empty, mister. Right, all done.’
Climbing off the bed, I wondered what to do with the mass of tissues I held. I couldn’t exactly put them in his wastebasket; that was only for show. In the end, I stuffed them into the front pocket of my backpack to dispose of them at home.
‘Oops, we should’ve put down a towel,’ said Mitch, getting up to retrieve his shirt from the end of the bed. I followed his gaze, and to my horror, there wasn't just a cum stain on his side. I’d also created a rather large wet patch.
Damn. I’d have to get our clean team to sort that before he started.
We barely looked at each other when we were getting dressed. I didn’t know about Mitch, but I was starting to regret having got involved to the extent that we had.
‘Well, see you around, I guess?’ said Mitch, grabbing his holdall by the door. ‘I’m heading to the gym. I need a swim and a sauna after that full-on photoshoot.’
I nodded. ‘Yeah, see you. I’ll be in touch once Mia’s chosen the photos. Thanks for being so… accommodating.’
My cheeks flushed as Mitch’s lips twitched. He’d been a lot more than accommodating.
He gave me a brief nod, and I felt more awkward than ever. Should we shake hands? Hug? Kiss on the cheek? Nothing seemed appropriate.
But Mitch didn’t seem to want to linger for farewells.
‘Okay, bye,’ he said and walked out of the room, not looking back.
I let out a long exhale. Fuck. That was probably the most pleasurable sexual encounter I’d ever had. And all I had to show for it was a backpack full of sodden tissues.