“I was just stretching my muscles, making sure they’re limber.” Cleary I was determined to embarrass myself in some way tonight.
“Not if you’re gonna break the body I plan to wreck.” His chest blanketed my back, lips brushing the skin just below my ear. “Do I need to tie you down, handsome? For safety reasons, of course.”
The timbre in his voice made my breathing grow shallow. Bondage never interested me, but that deep voice made me consider the offer for half a second. “Either fuck me or feed me nachos. I’m game for either at this point.”
A drawer opened and then I heard the snick of a cap. “I hadn’t pegged you as a bossy bottom. Just don’t ask to do both at the same time.”
The image of eating tortilla chips while Mitch railed caused laughter to bubble up and spill over. “I have the strangest life. If I’m munching on snacks while you’re fucking me, I’ve already chalked this night up as a loss.” I glanced over my shoulder, meeting Mitch’s smirk. The guy was too cocky for his own good. “Am I going to be too sore to sit down for a week or thinking about those delicious nachos?”
Mitch slicked his fingers with lube then tossed aside the bottle. “Told you to be careful what you wished for.” He popped my ass. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make me wish I’d kept my mouth shut. Before I could call Jamie to get me out of this mess, wet fingers brushed over my needy hole.
“Yes,” I hissed, pushing back against the pressure.
He worked one finger in slowly, letting me adjust before adding a second. The stretch burned in the best way, especially when he crooked his fingers and found—
“Fuck!” My limbs shook when he stroked my protest, making it feel like I was being jerked off from the inside out. “Right there. Just like that.” I groaned low and deep, jutting my ass higher. “Don’t stop…please.”
“Eyes on me, brat,” he commanded, a third finger joining the others.
I’d devolved into caveman noises, reduced to pushing back on his fingers, chasing that spark of pleasure every time he hit my kill zone. My cock hung heavy between my legs, a steady drool of pre-cum wetting the sheets.
“Ready for me to deliver?” He pulled his fingers free, and my ass immediately tried to follow them.
“Ready to forget my name.” I raised my hips, my legs spreading in invitation. “Make me forget the entire alphabet.”
The blunt head of Mitch’s cock pressed against my entrance. I braced for the burn, for the stretch, for the spike of arousal that would make me agree to almost anything.
Mitch sank inside my ass slowly, his fingers flexing against my hips, a deep groan rumbling in his chest. I tensed, the stretch much wider, the burn deeper then I was used to.
“You got this,” he murmured, a hand gently mapping my back. “Body just needs to adjust.”
I forced myself to relax, breathing through the intensity. When he was fully seated, neither of us moved, our combined panting the only sound in the room.
“Move,” I demanded through gritted teeth. “Do it…hard.”
“Tell me if it gets too intense. Don’t know your limit yet.” Mitch pulled nearly all the way out, then thrust back inside, each time slamming into my ass a little harder. The drag and pull sent sparks showering through me. I matched his thrust, slamming back with every forward momentum.
Mitch groaned, the sound filthy. “Fuck, Angel, your ass is incredible. Love seeing your hole eat my dick. Want to hear you beg for it.”
“Fuck me down and dirty,” I gasped. “I won’t break.”
Every thrust made my cock pulse harder, made my toes curl tighter. Mitch was delivering, proving he was all pop, zero fizzle. He gripped my hips so hard I was sure there’d be marks. I fisted my cock, jerking my hand to match his pace.
“No,” he said. “You’re going to come just from my cock.”
I let out a sound I’d be embarrassed to repeat in front of anyone other than Mitch. The realization made every thrust pure bliss.
“Come on, Angel. Let go for me.”
My orgasm hit like lightning, my entire body seizing as I climaxed untouched, painting his sheets with pulsing ropes of spunk. Mitch fucked me through it, drawing out the pleasure until I was shaking.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Fucking gorgeous when you surrender.”
He groaned my name, voice gone, then slammed deep and came inside me, flooding me with heat. His body vibrated, small aftershocks making him twitch. He was still buried to the hilt, breathing ragged against my back. His weight was comforting instead of crushing. We stayed frozen in the moment, catching our breath before he gently eased out.
I collapsed onto my stomach, boneless and content. Mitch disappeared into what I assumed was the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned us both, smiling softly at me. After tossing the cloth aside, Mitch pulled me against him.
“Stay the night?” he asked, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
