Chapter 20
‘We have to be careful,’ I whispered to Mitch as I turned out the bathroom light and led him by the hand to my room. Despite my slight misgivings, hot excitement was pooling in my belly at the thought of us touching each other.
‘Why? Because of the neighbours?’ he whispered back. ‘Will they clutch their pearls if they hear us moaning too loudly?’
I huffed a laugh. ‘No, because of your back. You’re still healing, remember? Plus, I don’t want blood on my sheets.’
We reached the doorway of my dark room, and Mitch slid a solid arm around my waist, saying, ‘My back might be out of action, but there’s nothing wrong with my cock.’
He took one of my hands and guided it to his erection.
It was the first time I’d touched him there, skin to skin.
I played with him, circling his wet, velvety tip and then stroked lightly down his shaft and back up again.
He let out a ragged breath, and his eyelids fluttered in the gloom, so I knew it must feel good.
The scent of him filled my nostrils as he lowered his head and pressed his soft, full lips firmly against mine, devouring my mouth with soft, sucking kisses. Heat wrapped around my spine when he slid in his tongue, caressing mine gently. My thighs trembled. Fuck, he was good.
He broke the kiss and whispered in my ear, ‘As for the sheets, I’ve got several positions in mind that involve you on the bottom. You might want to call in late tomorrow.’
My thighs quivered. I knew it. Mitch was never going to let me off easy. The promise of a whole night of having him to myself made my brain spin. This is really why you invited him to stay, a little voice said, but I ignored it. I was being a good Samaritan, and now I was getting my reward!
‘But I have one condition,’ Mitch continued, tracing his lips down my cheek.
‘W-what’s that?’ I asked with a shiver.
‘We put the bedside lights on,’ he said huskily. ‘I want to see everything we do to each other. And the expression on your face when I make you come.’
‘Deal,’ I said breathlessly.
I yanked him further into the room, shut the door, and ran around the bed in a hurry to flick on the bedside lamps, which cast a soft yellow glow over the room.
Mitch, meanwhile, sat down casually on the side of the bed.
I noted that it was neat and tidy, and not left in a tangle of sheets as I’d been expecting.
Was he on his best behaviour because he knew I was a neat freak, or was he really house-trained?
Either way, the fact that he’d made the bed made me like him even more.
He leaned back on his elbows and manspread, showing off his cock and plump balls.
His hard cock was twitching, dripping pre-cum on his stomach, and I knew from previous experience that meant he was extremely aroused.
My fondling in the doorway had no doubt been the cause of that.
I wanted to jump him and start licking, but I held back. I didn’t want to be a Shoshana!
I eyed him nervously. ‘What do you want me to do?’
He tilted his head, studying me. ‘Hmm. I’d like you to take off your clothes but leave on your underwear,’ he said, and his gravelly voice made the hairs on the back of my neck rise.
‘As you wish, sir,’ I said, lowering my eyes like a bashful maid, and he smiled approvingly. I made a mental note that he might like “maid role-play”.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I hoisted my t-shirt over my head in one smooth movement and slid down my tracksuit bottoms. Standing in front of Mitch in my underwear was highly exposing, but I thanked the universe I was wearing my best lacy blue bra and French knicker set.
Mitch tugged on his lower lip with his teeth as his eyes roved over me like a laser beam.
‘Very nice indeed,’ he murmured. ‘Now undo your hair, please.’
Dutifully, I shook out my blonde mane from my hair grip, and it flowed over my shoulders.
It was the first time he’d seen it down, and his eyes grew soft as he gazed at me silently, like he was in some kind of reverie.
Something tightened in my chest. It made me a bit afraid to feel it.
Like this wasn’t just about the sex. If we ever got to that.
Mitch was certainly making me wait for it.
I broke the moment by flipping my hair over a shoulder, tapping my foot, and pretending to look at an invisible watch.
Mitch seemed to get a hold of himself.
‘Now, kneel here.’ He pointed between his spread legs, and my mouth did that strange saliva-inducing thing again. Showtime.
My tongue lashed at the slit of Mitch’s cock, enjoying the salty taste of his pre-cum as he moaned softly above me.
I licked down his thick shaft, and up again.
Taking him into my mouth as far as I could go, I hollowed my cheeks as I sucked and massaged his balls.
Mitch swore and thrust his hips, making me work him even harder, so I knew he was turned on to the max.
Suddenly, he groaned and put a hand on my head.
‘Stop, stop,’ he muttered. ‘I’m not going to last much longer. ’
I released his cock with a pop and looked up at him, breathing heavily from my exertions. Mitch’s face was strained, his forehead sweaty, and his eyes half-closed.
‘But I don’t want to stop.’ I licked at his tender frenulum and flicked a light, teasing circle around his pulsating head. His stomach muscles bunched.
‘Seriously,’ he said roughly, ‘I’m gonna blow my load.’
‘Isn’t that the point—’
‘Nurse Portia, if you want my dick to stay hard for you, I’d advise getting up here now,’ he growled, cutting me off.
I grinned. ‘Oooh, feisty.’
Crawling up onto the bed, I trailed my mouth over his stomach instead, drinking in the musky taste of his sweaty skin. Suddenly, I found myself flat on my back with Mitch looming over me, hands bracketing my shoulders.
‘You’re really good at giving head,’ he stated, but it came out more like a question. Like he was wondering why.
I shrugged. ‘Must be all those interviews I sat in on with Mia. I’ve picked up a few of her techniques.’
‘Not from boyfriends?’ He dipped his head and nuzzled playfully at my neck, but it felt like a loaded question. That he was digging. But I supposed it was natural to be curious, since he knew next to nothing about me.
‘Not really. I did have a long-term boyfriend; we were together for six years. It was pretty serious, and I thought we were going to get married, but he dumped me for being “frigid”. His words,’ I said flatly.
‘I knew what he meant. Our sex life was tepid at best. But it hurt that he blamed me for it.’
Mitch lifted his head and frowned at me. ‘What the actual? You are not frigid. Who was this fucker?’
I smiled a little that he was getting all riled up on my behalf and placed a hand on his bicep.
‘Calm down, Rocky. It was a guy I met at university. Benedict. After we split up, he got married two months later to a girl he met in a nightclub. It was three years ago, and I guess it’s taken me a while to get over it.
But I’m glad you think I’m not frigid… or asexual. ’
Mitch shook his head. ‘Not in the slightest. Mia is talking bullshit.’
I bit my lip. ‘I think my lack of asexualness is due to you.’
Mitch blinked. ‘Me?’
‘Yeah, ever since your interview,’ I blurted. ‘You were so fucking sexy. Why do you think I raced down to Richie’s room and asked him to get me off?’
Mitch traced a finger over the swell of my breasts from my push-up bra, and my stomach dipped. ‘Hmm,’ he said. ‘Fucking sexy, huh? So you were all wet and horny for me, and you moaned my name when he made you come.’
I giggled. ‘Poor Richie. That was bad of me to use him like that.’
‘Yes, you were a very bad girl, Primrose,’ Mitch murmured silkily. ‘But I liked you moaning my name. It was hot. And I enjoyed our shower together. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after that. Wondering if you wanted me to touch you.’
I nodded. ‘I did. I do.’
‘I’m glad to hear that. Because I want to touch you too,’ he said sultrily.
Mitch slid a hand around under my back and unhooked my bra.
My shoulders tensed as he drew the cups down, revealing my breasts.
I wasn’t large, but I wasn’t small either.
He gazed at them for a moment, and his Adam’s apple bobbed.
Without looking away, he threw my bra off the side of the bed, so I supposed I’d passed muster.
‘Do you like nipple play?’ he asked, caressing the underside of my breasts. Just that light touch was enough to give me goosebumps.
‘Not usually,’ I said. ‘Though Mia seemed to enjoy what you did to her, so I was curious.’
‘Shall we try it?’
I nodded, thinking this encounter with Mitch wasn’t going exactly how I’d planned. I’d thought we’d fall onto the bed and start rutting like animals, but he seemed to want to make sure he pleased me. It felt like something a partner would do, or my ideal version of a partner, anyway!
Mitch rolled one of my hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged and tweaked it a little. Then he tried the other one. ‘Anything?’ he asked.
‘Pleasant but not that special.’
Then his warm lips covered my nipple, and he sucked, gently at first, then harder and harder until it was bordering on pain. Pleasure pooled my groin as he switched sides and continued. I couldn’t help letting out a low moan as my clit pulsed.
‘Better?’ he asked, surfacing eventually.
‘Mmm, that felt really good.’
‘As I thought. You need someone who knows what they’re doing, not like Benedict. You might respond well to nipple clamps. I have some at home, so I can bring them over. We can experiment.’
I gulped. ‘Sounds painful.’
‘Trust me, you’ll like it. Now what if I do this…
’ He resumed sucking hard on my nipple, and his fingers dipped into my knickers, and he gently massaged my clit.
A swoony, lightheaded feeling passed through me, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, feeling a mixture of arousal and sudden gratefulness.
That he wanted to figure out what I liked, and not just take his own pleasure.
But I knew deep down what I’d known for a little while now.
He attracted and aroused me because he was special. No one else would do. Just him.
‘Mitch,’ I whispered above the wet noises emanating from my chest. ‘I’m not sure what you’ve got in mind for your experimentation on my body, but please can you make love to me? I don’t need anything fancy. The normal way will do.’
Mitch stopped what he was doing and lifted his head to stare at me with an unreadable expression on his face. ‘There’s having sex, and then there’s making love,’ he said, his eyes boring into mine. ‘One of them is easy, and the other is more… complicated.’
He didn’t expound on that, and my heart sank through the mattress and hit the floorboards.
Shit. I’d assumed he felt … but maybe he didn’t … my face flushed an unbecoming shade of red, and I cursed having the lights on. At least with them off, I could hide under the cover of darkness.
‘I-I think it’s time I went to bed. On the pull-out.’ Pushing Mitch off me—whose stony silence was all the proof I needed to know exactly how he felt about the matter—I did a side-roll that a ninja would be proud of and scooped my bra, along with the rest of my clothes, off the floor.
‘Goodnight, sleep well,’ I muttered and left, closing the door firmly behind me and not risking a look at him because I was sure he’d have a pitying look on his face. Oh Primrose, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me. You’re just like all the others. Silly girl.
Outside, I quickly donned my bra and t-shirt.
And hopped down the hallway on one leg, yanking on my track pants.
Once in the safety of the lounge, I pulled the bed out of the couch and collapsed onto it.
Tugging the duvet over my head, I curled into a ball, groaning silently with my fist against my mouth.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! Why couldn’t I have had sex with him like a normal person?
Why did I have to go and want something more?
Mitch had been such a sweet house guest and so caring towards me that I’d forgotten who he was.
He was a player. He’d taken a job at Suite Noir because he liked fucking.
A lot of fucking. He’d wanted sex with me tonight, not a bloody relationship! What an idiot!
My eyes filled with angry tears for completely misreading the room as usual.
It was typical of me. My foray into online dating after Benedict was a disaster.
If I had managed to connect with someone I was attracted to, they always wanted something casual and told me they were keeping their options open.
It was easier and less painful to focus on work and not date.
After a while, and when Mitch didn’t storm into the lounge demanding an explanation for my hasty exit, I calmed down a little.
Sneaking to the kitchen, I grabbed my emergency dark chocolate and, under the cover of my duvet, I munched and plotted.
There was nothing for it. I was going to have to chuck the Victoria sponge out.
I’d get up early and leave Mitch a clearly worded note before I went to work, saying that it was time he went back to his own flat.
That I needed my space. And that I was sorry…
No! I wasn’t sorry. That I hoped he understood, and I would email him about when he could expect his sick pay.
Feeling much better that I had a professional plan in place to salvage my dignity, I fell into a deep sleep with chocolate smeared all around my mouth.