He also didn’t shy away from moving in to kiss me when I woke up in his arms. The softness of his lips combined with the heat of his body woke me up and chased away any doubt I had about what I could and couldn’t have with Mitch. I decided to trust that the words he spoke as he offered me solace were spoken from the heart and were true.
I felt the way his body responded to my touch and I focused on that – bringing him as much pleasure as I could. It seemed like a million years had passed since we exchanged morning blow jobs instead of twenty-four hours. I wanted to feel more than his mouth envelop my hard dick; I wanted to be buried in his tight heat.
Soft kisses turned into hotter, possessive ones and our hands began seeking out all the erogenous zones on one another’s body. I captured his groans of pleasure in my mouth when I wrapped my hand around his erection and began to stroke him in long, slow movements. Daylight was just barely creeping through the cracks in the window curtains so I knew I had plenty of time to love him right.
I reveled in his scent, the different textures of his body, and the way he threaded his fingers in my hair and tugged in excitement. I took my time opening him up with slick fingers while I teased his cock with my tongue, catching his salty enthusiasm in my mouth. Once his tight pucker was pliant and eager, I rolled the condom on my hardened length and rolled to my back.
“I want to watch you,” I said to him, not recognizing the gruffness in my own voice.
Mitch didn’t hesitate to straddle my hips and position my cock at his entrance. Once he was lined up, he released my dick and placed both of his hands on my pecs. My brain was conflicted on where to look, at his ass taking me into his body or his beautiful face so I could watch his expression when he did. I ended up doing both; I watched him lower himself slowly on my cock and then I watched the myriad of emotions play across his face. I saw the little bite of pain he felt as my dick moved past the tight ring of muscles then I saw the euphoric look when I grazed against the bundle of nerves that sent pleasure shooting up and down his spine.
Mitch started out with a slow ride, allowing himself time to adjust to my size. Then he locked hungry eyes on mine and began to pick up the pace until his hips snapped back and forth in a frenzy as he chased his pleasure. I gritted my teeth and gripped his hips hard enough to leave marks, fighting off my orgasm. Mitch smiled wickedly at me, knowing how close to the edge I was. He wanted to drive me crazy, to push me over the edge until I exploded inside him.
I was determined to make him come first, but he played dirty, reaching behind him to grab ahold of my balls. He pulled them firmly and I could no longer hold back. I jerked his hips down hard while I drove my dick up inside him until I filled the condom. I came hard enough to see spots but they didn’t block the sight of Mitch’s victorious smile.
He kept his eyes on me as he stroked his cock fast and hard. I could feel his orgasm ripple through him in the way his ass tightened around my dick, milking every last drop of cum I had. “Mark,” Mitch roared a second before he painted my stomach and chest with his seed.
I loved the sound of my name rolling off his lips when he came. I loved even more that he was the only person who called me by my name, as if he was the only one who really knew me. Mitch collapsed on top of me, not caring about the sticky mess getting on him. His only focus was my mouth and showing me how I made him feel with a kiss and not words. Later, we’d share a shower and laugh about the sticky mess we made, but right then I was content to just feel him pressed so tight against my body.
Mitch decided to cancel his appointments for the day so that he could spend time with his father at the hospital. I still worried that it made him too vulnerable, but I understood how he felt. Besides, I saw that determined look in his eyes and knew he would get his way - with or without my support.
Detectives Harmon and Fowler met us at the hospital. The charge nurse said that Max was more alert that morning and had been asking for Mitch. Once again, I stayed outside the room while Mitch and the detectives went in to see Max. They weren’t allowed to stay for long periods of time and I didn’t want to be a distraction even though I was eager to learn everything about this potential threat.
Right before he went in, Detective Harmon leaned over and said, “You didn’t hear this from me, but they made an arrest in the Schafnitz case this morning.”
“Who?” I asked.
“I’m not at liberty to say, but I thought with everything going on that you’d like to know you had one less thing to worry about.” He patted me hard on the shoulder and added, “One Marine to another.” He didn’t say former Marine because there was no such thing, once a Marine, always a Marine.
“Semper Fi,” I replied. I hadn’t really been worried about Damien’s case because I knew I was innocent, but still, a person never knew if they were going to get railroaded by the justice system that wasn’t as blind as it was said to be. There were plenty of innocent people sitting in prison, and to me, that was just as bad, if not worse, than guilty ones walking the streets.
I shifted my focus back on the threat being made to Mitch. I might be able to predict patterns if I could learn the background of the person making the threats. The person was obviously bold if they were willing to open fire on a car in broad daylight while driving down a freeway. Bold often led to careless and we’d be waiting when he slipped up, because there was no way in hell I would let anything or anyone take Mitch away from me again.
