Chapter 15
Mitch’s soft yet firm lips met mine in the darkness, and electricity rippled down my spine as our tongues met. He slowly deepened the kiss until I was whimpering into his mouth.
His fingers finally moved between my legs, and I shuddered as he circled my clit.
‘How do you like it? Soft and insistent or firm and fast?’ he murmured huskily in my ear.
My head was swimming from his touch, and I couldn’t think straight. ‘Uh, any of those.’
Mitch chuckled. ‘Coming right up.’
Stroking my clit in a gentle but persistent way, he managed to hit exactly the right spot and, within mere seconds, had me squirming with pleasure.
A breathy moan escaped, but it was quickly encompassed as his mouth covered mine again, sucking at my lips, his tongue teasing and coaxing my mouth wider to permit him entry.
I sank fully under his onslaught of mouth and fingers, hips rolling and undulating of their own accord as he pleasured me, top and bottom.
I groped for him blindly, wanting to give him the same.
But I was at the wrong angle, or he was deliberately keeping what I wanted away from me.
‘I want your cock,’ I groaned when we broke for air.
‘All in good time, Portia,’ he whispered. ‘Let me take care of you first.’
His fingers sped up on my clit, now hitting the firm and fast category with confidence.
He was back; this was the Mitch I’d witnessed with Mia, the man I had been wanting to have a go with myself.
Slow whorls of heat enveloped my body, and sweat broke out on my neck. I groaned fully now, arching my back.
‘Oh, yeah, good girl. That’s the way. Open wider for me.’ Loving his praise, I spread my legs obediently, and Mitch’s fingers dipped inside.
‘Mmm, so tight and wet. My cock is really hard for you right now. I want to put it in you so badly.’ Mitch’s teeth nipped at my ear, making me gasp at the frisson of pain.
I couldn’t remember putting earlobe biting on my list, but hell, I didn’t care. His insistent stroking of my G-spot, flung me into a state of pure bliss. I cried out, bucking against his hand, as an intense orgasm rushed through me like a high-speed train.
As my breathing evened out and my blood pressure returned to normal, I got a mental image of Mitch looking smug at making me come so hard. My face flushed, glad of the cover of darkness. I swallowed. ‘Well, that was… thank you.’
‘Any time,’ he drawled. ‘Hope you enjoyed it.’
‘I did. 10/10. No feedback from Portia.’
Mitch laughed. ‘I didn’t realise I was getting scored, but I’ll take it…’ He shifted position on the bed, brushing his thigh against mine. His voice lowered. ‘And I wasn’t lying either. My dick’s as hard as a rock for you.’
I smirked, taking this as an invitation. ‘Do you want me to suck you off? It’s on Portia’s list…’
Mitch groaned softly. ‘If you want to, I’d love that. I can guide you down, so you don’t miss the mark?’
‘Okay.’ I moistened my lips as Mitch’s large hand firmly locked on my chin, and my mouth was directed towards a radiating heat. But before I could go down on him, my phone lit up on the nightstand.
‘Shit!’ Pulse elevating, I jerked up from his groin and got a brief glimpse of Mitch’s startled face in the blue glow before I clamped my phone to my ear, plunging us into darkness again.
‘Hello?’
‘Hi, it’s Mia.’
‘Oh, hey!’ I forced myself to sound airy and unconcerned, not like I’d just had a wailing orgasm and been about to give a guy head. I rubbed my jaw distractedly.
‘Where are you? I’ve come back from my meeting, and you’re not here.’ She sounded faintly annoyed.
Damn, I didn’t factor Mia returning to the office into my plan. I thought she’d just go home. My brain started spasming, but Mitch took my hand and squeezed it, which made me relax. ‘In Starbucks grabbing a coffee,’ I said calmly. ‘I felt like getting some air.’
Mitch brought my hand to his mouth and sucked on my forefinger, gently slurping. My pussy tingled, and I started losing control of my senses again. There didn’t seem to be any part of my body that didn’t react to him.
‘What’s that weird noise?’ Mia asked.
I quickly removed my finger from his mouth.
‘Uh, the coffee machine. W-what’s up?’
Luckily, Mia didn’t question it. ‘We have an emergency,’ she said flatly.
‘Dean has resigned. He’s met a submissive and fallen in love, but ironically, she’s not that submissive as she’s demanding he give up his side gig here.
So like a good little boy, he’s leaving so he can dominate her and her alone.
’ She tsked, and I could imagine her rolling her eyes.
‘We need to start looking for a replacement BDSM guy. Can you start advertising ASAP?’
‘Yes, of course, right away,’ I said professionally, albeit weakly, as Mitch was now tweaking each of my nipples in turn and getting me all hot and bothered again.
‘Okay, see you back here shortly. Oh, and can you get me a coffee too? I’ll have a double-shot espresso—and a chocolate muffin—thanks.’
She hung up on me abruptly, and I batted Mitch’s hand away.
‘You probably heard that. Work beckons. I have to get going.’
‘Not even a quickie? I’m likely to explode in two minutes.’
I groaned, imagining his cock filling me. ‘That is extremely tempting, but sorry, I can’t.’ Wriggling out of his grasp, I stepped onto the carpet and retrieved my robe from the hook.
‘Not even a goodbye kiss? You’re killing me, Portia,’ Mitch drawled.
I giggled. ‘Believe me, Portia wishes she could stay, but she has to get to Starbucks quickly. Are you alright to get back to the door?’
‘I’m sure I’ll manage. After I’ve had a wank.’
I drew a breath, wishing I could watch that. But just said, ‘Ah, okay. Well, enjoy.’
Flicking on my torchlight to make it easier to find the door myself, I couldn’t resist checking out Mitch before I left.
He was lying on the bed in the gloom with his ankles crossed, one hand stroking his cock and the other giving me a salute with two fingers.
As I watched, he put them in his mouth and drew them out slowly with a ‘Mmm’.
Arousal washed over me and I was hugely tempted to stay and finish what we’d started, but with an effort, I managed to restrain myself.
With a ‘Don’t, just don’t,’ I left Mitch grinning behind me and rushed to the changing room.
There wasn’t time for a shower or even deodorant.
I threw on my clothes and dabbed on some finishing powder to cut down the shine (my foundation had mostly rubbed off thanks to Mitch’s exfoliating stubble).
Then I raced to Starbucks, feeling a complete mess but strangely serene, like I didn’t care one jot.
It was all due to Mitch. His careful attention to me.
Though I knew I wouldn’t be let off the hook that easily.
I’d left him hanging, and from our previous encounter, I knew he enjoyed receiving just as much as giving.
But when and how would Portia have to pay up remained to be seen.