Under Contract (The GEG Series)

by Jacquelyn Ayres

  He jerks his head back. “You think I mind-fuck you?”

  “I know for a fact, Mr. Colton, that you fuck me in your mind constantly—it’s exhausting.” I say, straight-faced. Mitch stares at me for a beat, then gives in to the impending laughter. This is how it’s always been with us. Sexy and fun ... fun and sexy. I love it. I love him.

  Mitch nudges my nose with his and gets serious again. “You want it in that order?” He kisses me.

  “I’ll take it from you any way I can get it, Mitchy.”

  “Damn it, Charlotte, the things you say to me.” He nibbles his way down my jaw, my neck, my breast ...

  Oh, the way he nibbles ...

  Mitch arrives at his destination. I gasp as his tongue unleashes all of its wicked talent on me. I fist my pillow, trying to restrain myself. He applies pressure to my clit with his thumb, torturing it with slow circles. I push against it to add more friction, but am greeted by the sensation of Mitch’s tongue diving deep inside me, all wet and strong. Oh, fuck! I ride it like it’s my job. Well ... I guess it sort of is.

  Mitch retracts his tongue. “Fuck. I love the way your pussy tastes, baby.”

  Fuck, I love how he says he loves the way my pussy tastes!

  “Mitch, I need you,” I beg as my hips fuck the air.

  “What do you need, baby?” He climbs up my body—hovering over me. “Tell me.” He sucks at my lips, letting me sample my taste.

  “You,” I breathe.

  “You have me. What do you need from me, baby?” Sexy and smooth.

  “I need your cock stretching my pussy out—making it sore,” Naughty Charlotte says. Mitch shifts and I hear a zipper release. Is it weird that I find that to be one of the most enticing, erotic sounds in the world? He drops his pants.

  “This cock, baby?” He slides it up and down my center. “Can you feel how hard you make me?” He puts a little more pressure.

  “God, Mitch.” I whimper from the anticipation.

  “I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside you, you won’t know where I begin and you end. You know what else, baby?” His breath is hot in my face. His tongue slides across my bottom lip, his cock spreads my wetness around, and my pussy clenches so very fucking hard. I’m about to go out of my mind.

  “What?” I push up against him.

  He leans down to my ear. “I’m. Going. To. Take. My. Time. Filling. Every. Sweet. Inch. Of. Your. Tight. Little. Pussy.”

  He keeps his promise. I wrap my arms around him, trying to get to his ass and push him in. He grabs my wrists and holds them above my head before he continues to inch into me slowly.

  Oh, the torture ...

  “Fuck, baby ... God!” He groans once he’s completely inside of me. “You okay?” He nudges my nose. All I can do is nod and breathe. I don’t think I could find my voice even if I wanted to. It’s our first time since I had the baby, and while he feels amazing, I’m not going to lie—things are not quite 100% yet. “Are you sure, baby?” He pecks softly at my lips. I nod again and give in to his kisses. “I’ll go easy—okay?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  Mitch rolls his hips, keeping his pace slow and steady. Soon enough, I feel completely acclimated to his size and am able to push the discomfort away. My hips get more eager to meet his and he lets out a muffled groan, attacking my mouth with a raw hunger that I’m sure will be visible across my lips hours after our lovemaking is finished.

  “Baby,” Mitch grunts, “I’m not going to last much longer.” He reaches down between us. His fingers find my clit and meticulously rub it while he continues to pump me with his throbbing cock. We’ve been at it for a while, and I’m having a hard time reaching my climax. I have to admit, a little wave of fear crashes over me. Will I struggle with orgasms again? I’ve never had a hard time with Mitch. If anything, I come too quickly with him. “Charlotte,” he almost begs.

  “Go ahead, it’s okay.” I kiss him. He jerks his head back to look at me.

  “Oh hell no!” His voice is laced with frustration. He takes in a deep breath. “Baby.”

  Whispering sexy voice. Fuck, he can make me come with that alone.

  “You’re going to come really hard for me, and you’re going to do it now. I won’t fill you with one drop of my come until you do. Your pussy needs to beg for it.” He bites my lobe. “You wanna feel your pussy filled with my come? You wanna feel my hand rubbing my come all over your pussy?”

  A whimper escapes my throat. Oh, how I love it when he swirls it around. The wetness. The sliding. The way his fingers dip in to get more.

  “Your pussy’s so greedy for my come, isn’t it, baby?”

  If he wasn’t impaling me right now, if his hand wasn’t manipulating my clit, he would still be fucking the shit out of me with that voice of his. Oh, how he fucks me with his voice.

  “Where do you want my come, baby? Do you want it down your throat while your beautiful lips wrap around my cock? Should I flip you and fill you there?”

  Oh fuck ... I’m climbing.

  “Remember how you whimpered when I took you there for the first time? You were so good, baby.” He groans at the memory. “Mmm ... I pulled you up against my chest while we were on our knees and your ass rode my cock. Remember what happened next, baby? What did I do to you?” He licks the shell of my ear.

  “You spanked me.” I barely get the words out. I feel my whole body tightening. The memory of letting him have something I always thought forbidden is sending me over the edge.

  “What did I spank?” He grunts. I can tell he’s barely holding on.

  “My ... my pussy.” I close my eyes tight as the sparks start to ignite the fire deep in my core. My head’s about to go for a swim deep in my body’s sensation.

  “You liked it, didn’t you?” He finds some control. “You liked having your pussy spanked while I fucked your ass, didn’t you?” he asks sharply.

  And ... I’m gone ...

  “Gah ... Mitch!” I tighten around him. My hips quicken their pace, hungry for his explosion. He doesn’t disappoint. Mitch never disappoints!

  “Faaaaaaaccccckkk!” he bellows as he empties himself inside me. I may have sung backup. My pussy milks everything he has to offer. Mitch thrusts into me one last time and collapses on top of me. I hold onto him and match his rapid breathing.

  “You’ve got a dirty mouth, Mitch, and I love it.” I fight to catch my breath. He chuckles and slowly pulls out. I can feel his come trickling out. Mitch props himself up on my side, and his hand slides between my legs.

  And so round two begins ...

  “Mmm,” I moan as he captures the come and begins painting my pussy with it. Every time—every fucking time—it drives me wild. His come covering every velvety inch of my pussy, marking me.

  “Feel good, baby?” he asks as he licks at my lips. I moan and open my mouth for him. His fingers dive deep inside me. I love the sound of his fingers sloshing around in there. He hooks them, provoking my G-spot into another mind-blowing orgasm. My hips lift off the bed violently, fucking his fingers hard. “That’s it, baby. Take it.” He slips a third finger in and another orgasm slaps me like I’m its bitch. Shut up! Stop acting like everything you say during an orgasm is coherent. It’s slapping me like a bitch in heat—I’m not taking the thought back!

  “God, I love to watch you come, baby,” he whispers as I settle down. He pets Kitty so nicely, like the good pussy she is.

  After several minutes, my breathing returns to normal. Mitch and I just lie in each other’s arms. No rush for the shower. No checking on the baby. His hand caresses my belly. My still-pudgy belly. It doesn’t bother him at all, so it doesn’t bother me. That’s how it should be. Mitch always makes me feel sexy and beautiful.

  I turn my head and stare at him. The moon is full tonight, and shining through our bedroom window. He’s staring back. Never in a million years did I think I would ever experience this—my heart swelling, waiting to burst every time I look at him.

  I am so thankful
I overheard a conversation between two other women. If I didn’t pay attention to what they were saying, I wouldn’t be in Mitch’s arms right now.

  “What’s going on in that gorgeous mind of yours?” he asks.

  “I’m so glad I’m a nosy bitch.” I smile.

  “Why? What are you talking about?” His eyes crinkle in the corners, as if he’s anticipating laughter. I have been known to say a strange thing or two at times.

  “You’re here with me because I was nosy one day in a restroom at a rest stop.” I play with his bottom lip. “I overheard two women talking about a friend becoming a call girl, what to look for, and where to find it. That led me to you,” I reveal. It feels like a hundred years ago.

  “I always wondered about that,” he says. “I never asked because I was just glad I was your first and only.”

  “Me too.” I take in a deep breath. “I was so desperate. I didn’t know what else to do. I did a lot of research on a topic that had never before crossed my mind. I was so scared the night I met you. Then I saw your eyes, and I knew ...” I trail off.

  “Knew what, baby?” His fingers touch my cheek softly.

  “I knew, deep down inside—gut feeling, if you will—that everything was going to be okay. I didn’t have to worry anymore.” I grab his hand and kiss at the pads of his fingertips.

  “Charlotte, baby ... you’ll never have to worry again. I’m going to give you the world.” He brings his face to mine so we are nose to nose.

  “You already have, Mitch. You’ve given me the world just by loving me. Not only me, though. You love my kids.” I shake my head. “Sometimes I feel like the clock is going to strike twelve and I’ll wake up. Fairy tale gone.”

  “It’ll never happen, baby.” He palms my cheek. “No one fits the glass slipper like you.” He kisses me.

  “That’s good to know, since nobody can fit my heart like you do.” I peck his lips.

  “Damn,” he sighs.

  “What?” I pull my head back.

  “Your line was way better than mine,” he says truthfully.

  “Well, to quote Maddie St. Claire, somebody’s gotta be the brains behind this operation,” I tease.

  “I don’t think being a smartass is included in that title.” He chuckles lightly before kissing me.

  “It says so here: ‘Smartasses are the brains behind all operations.’ See?” I ask.

  “I see it. It’s right under, ‘Charlotte—she who talks out of her ass.’”

  “Wow, that’s quite a talent.” I act astonished.

  “Yes. She has many talents.” He smiles against my mouth.

  I want to ask him what my other talents are, but I can’t get a word out with his tongue parading around mine. His hands start roaming my body, making sure to stop by and check in with Kitty.

  And you know what?

  Kitty wans’more.

  The beginning ...

  Coming Soon

  ~ Unedited ~

  Chapter One

  Secret Packages

  Ever have a nosy neighbor? Maybe a family member? Somebody who was always in your shit because they thought it smelt funny like, like—scandal?

  I have several of those people in my life, but the most annoying one is my fucking mail lady. Nosy bitch!

  Here she comes, up my walkway with her fucking frizzed out please don’t dye me again red hair. I know what she has in her hand. She knows what she has in her hand.

  So much for discreet shipping!

  I open the door before she can embark on her annoying melody of ring, knock, ring—must be fucking OCD. “Mrs. Magee!” I say cheerfully with a slight hint of stink-eye.

  “Carissa Catherine O’Brien?” She looks down at the package asking.

  She’s known me my entire life.

  “Yes, Mrs. Magee, I haven’t gotten the sex change yet nor am I in the witness protection program.” My pleasantries can only last so long. She’s past my ten second mark.

  “You have a package here.” She darts her suspicious eye up at me.

  “You don’t say?” I step out and look at it in her hands. “From whom?”

  “It has no name of the company.” She clears her throat and adds a disapproving look.

  Does she really think she’s going to embarrass me? Me?

  Bitch, puhlease!

  “Ooh ...” I widen my eyes. “Why, Mrs. Magee, I bet this is from that dildo company I order from!” I tap her hand excitedly.

  Mrs. Magee shifts from foot to foot—a bit uncomfortable, I might add.

  But no—that’s not enough for me!

  “I’ve been waiting on this one!” I take the package. I lower my voice. “This is my new toosh-trainer anal vibrator.”

  Mrs. Magee gasps.

  “It’s the intermediate one. I’ll only have one more to go before I can finally take some nice cock up my ass. I’m so excited!” I bounce a little for emphasis.

  Mrs. Magee places her hand over her heart and stammers over her words. “Hav ... va ... nice ... d-day.” Finally comes out before she heads down my stoop. She steps and turns. “Here’s the rest of your mail.” She hands me the stack. She then races (at an elderly pace) back to her mail van.

  Some bitches be crazy yo!

  I definitely be one a dos bitches.

  No. I’m white.

  That was me living the thug life for a sec.

  I wave as Mrs. Magee pulls out of the driveway. She shakes her head at me and turns to head to the next house. Well, that was fun ...

  I walk back in and glance at the clock on my cable box. I don’t have to be back at Bark Avenue for another hour. Hmm ... what to do for an hour? I could clean. Nope. I could pay bills. With what? I really should just be the smart consumer that I am and test this bad boy out! Get it out of the way ... off the list of things to do! “Yes!” I agree and kick off my sneakers as I head into my bedroom with my new “friend”.

  I sit on my bed (still not made so like, hello!—tell me that’s not a sign!) and open the white package. My tongue licks my lips at the anticipation. This is supposed to be the motha of all vibrators! I am supposed to see stars and have a permanent smile on my face.

  I slide it out of the package. “Now this is what I’m talking about!” I stare at it in all its magnificent glory. Purple silicone—soft to the touch. Yeah, I said purple. What? It’s my favorite color! Look at all of these settings! I reach into the package and grab the batteries they supply (cuz’ there good like that, ya know?) and slip those puppies in. I hit the first button. “Holy shit!” This thing is gyrating in circles. I hit the arrow to up the tempo. My eyes grow wider. I hit it again. It’s off! No, I mean like ... ride ‘em cowboy! I hit the other button and the rabbit ears spring to life.

  I may be a little scared.

  All I can think of when I look at this silicone swinging meat is a rodeo. No! A rodeo bar where you get on that fake bull and have to try to stay on. You’re holding on with one hand. The other arm is up in the air, swinging around in a circle? That’s what my new vibrator is doing. It’s an arm, swinging around for balance. I turn it off and stare at it some more. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I think of this one-armed bastard swinging around inside of me like a disco ball at a party.

  Ohhh ... imma ‘bout to get my groove on ...

  I place it gently on the bed then proceed to tear my yoga pants down like there’s a gun at my head. I whip my top off and flop onto my back. “Ok, Ceese ... who is the lucky guy today?” Marky Mark? No. Although I’m sure I’ll get some ‘good vibrations’! Kyle ... Shut up, Ceese! Henry Cavill. He is super, but no.

  Damn the way he kissed me the other night!

  Kyle it is! I close my eyes and think about the way he pinned me up against my door. He was in my face, all angry and sexy and ... and ... fuck the way he smells! I don’t even remember half the shit he was telling me. Something about how when he knows what he wants, he goes after it until it’s his. All I could do was stare at his lips, wondering when the
fuck he was going to do something better with them, like kiss me. There was something else on my mind as my eyes took in the scruff on his face. Being the classy lady I am, I told him what was on my mind. “This,” I touched the stubble across the right side of his jawline, “is going to feel so good rubbing against my pussy when you’re eating the fuck out of it.” Yeah. I totally fucking said that! I couldn’t believe it either. I mean, of course, I have no problem saying shit like that. Just not to guys like Kyle. Good guys that I don’t belong with.

  What did he do? He smirked. He’s a smirker—that one. Then he eskimo kissed me. Yeah, weird, right? He softly kissed my eyelids then leaned in to my ear and said, “I don’t do one-night stands, beautiful.” He kissed my cheek and lingered there for a moment. Just when I thought he was pulling away, readying himself to leave, he palmed my face and said, “One night could never be enough with you, so I’d like to leave you with something to think about. Something, I hope, will encourage you to consider a chance with me.” It was dark but I could still see how crystal blue his eyes are. I just stared into them—cemented to the ground. His palms held my face with a bit more aggression and then ... he laid the mother of all kisses on me.

  Slowly, I let my hands travel up to my nipples. I roll and pull on them as I think about the way his tongue swirled around in my mouth. The way he sucked at my bottom lip and dove his tongue back in for more.

  I hated it.

  I hated every moment that I loved it!

  Fuck!

  I reach over and grab Purp. What? He’s purple and the way he moves around makes him a little suspect. You know what I mean?

  I spread my legs and guide Purp down my center. Yup, no lube required this session! I thrust Purp inside quickly, encouraged by the memory of the way Kyle’s tongue thrusted into my mouth. Faaaaccck! My overzealous movement now requires a moment of acclimation. Holy crap! I wonder if Kyle has a big dick. Does it wiggle around like Purp does?