I swallowed. This was meant to torture him a little. But those words…Lord.
Focus, Winona.
I turned back around, back onto all fours, and wiggled my ass as I stuck the pipe in the wall. “So you’ll need a nut and a washer…” I managed to get the pipe attached to the wall, describing my actions as I went, which luckily cleared my head.
That is, until I turned around and saw he hadn’t been listening to a single thing I said. His eyes had turned a liquid shade of dark green.
“You okay, Mitchell?”
“I’m fine. You seem to be wet again though, Winona.”
Thatasshole.
I lifted my chin. “Next, we need the J-bend. We’re going toattach that to the arm on one end, and the tailpiece on the other.”
I shifted so my breasts were visible, just from the side.
“Somehow you managed not to wreck the tailpiece when you hit this thing, I?—”
Mitchell’s tongue darted out of his mouth, running along his bottom lip. My nipple shrank to a sharp point under his gaze. Damn it.
“Something distracting you, Mitchell?” I tried to keep my voice steady.
He met my eye. “I still remember how those tits felt in my hand, Winona. I didn’t get to hold them when I was fucking you before. But I sure as hell will when I make you come.
My eyelids fluttered.
Mitchell smirked. He could see me falling apart. “You felt so fucking good wrapped around my cock. You made me come. Remember that, Firecracker?”
My pulse picked up its pace, my pussy throbbing. “We’re a little busy right now, Harrington. Just when do you think you’re going to make me come?” I was half being bratty, half really fucking needing to know.
“I was going to suggest we eat dinner first, but I think now I want to start with dessert.”
My poor untended pussy gushed with anticipation.
I needed to regain control. I returned to my back, propping myself up on my elbows again. “You’ll need to pass the lesson first. Tell me what I’ve already told you.”
That absolute bastard repeated everything perfectly.
I narrowed my eyes. “Quick study.”
“Gorgeous teacher.”
I couldn’t help the flip of my lips, but I forced it down again. I had to claim at least one victory.
“Okay,” I said. “Pay attention.” I told him the next steps, but as I did, I let my hand slide down past the elastic of myunderwear, stroking my fingers over my slick heat. I let out a little moan as my fingertips grazed my clit.
His smirk wavered. Point for me.
But it was back a moment later. “So I’m not allowed to touch your pussy until you’re done, is that right?”
“Nope.”
“And I can’t touch those tits either?”
“No.”
“Can I kiss you?”
