by Lisa DeBells
“Patience, Eden.” His lips moved to the side of my lips. “I’m craving you too.”
He picked me up and spun us around, so I was now lying in a mass of pillows with the sheets cool in contrast to my body, and my arms resting above my head. Mitchell stood above me, a mass of sexuality, his beauty, charm, and tattoos had cast a spell on me. I would never get my fill of this man.
He bent and grabbed the back of my knees, pulling them up into position. Slowly and deliberately, he undid his belt with one hand, and popped the top button of his jeans. God help me, but I was fascinated with him; the way he moved was hypnotic. When his jeans dropped to the floor I moaned in complete joy.
His CKs were the only clothing left between us. He looked so good he could be on a billboard, and I committed that image to memory. He thumbed his underwear off and my eyes dropped to his huge, hard manhood as it sprung free. He was pleasing to the eye. I wanted to hold the heavy weight of it in my hands, and bring it to my lips.
He smiled, sensing my appreciation. Oh, he wasn’t even the devil in disguise. No one could do diabolical like Mitchell.
He knelt between my legs, propping my thighs up once again. His touch ignited me as he ran his hands up the outside of my legs then all the way back down to my feet, squeezing them.
“You have the cutest feet Eden.”
I had to stifle a giggle, weirdo.
“Anything else you like?”
“The whole package does it for me.” He looked down to his cock, standing at attention. “In case you couldn’t tell.”
He crawled up my body and took my lips, his tongue dipping and melding with mine. His hand stayed in my hair, holding me in place. I groaned at the savage way he kissed me. His tongue ran the length of my teeth, and I wrapped my arms around his waist, which anchored us together, skin on skin.
He tore his mouth away from mine and I groaned at the loss, but he didn’t stop kissing me. Instead he nibbled down my throat.
“Put your arms up,” he ordered, and I obeyed.
He held both of them in his firm grip, then continued the slow descent of my body, sweeping his tongue over my nipples, and grunting at my moans of pleasure. He kissed lower again, down to my navel, and his hand was on my hipbone as he ran his tongue around my belly button. I was intoxicated; my sense of touch the only one I cared for right now. My brain had flipped from practical to please-fuck-me.
I looked down as Mitchell went lower still. I knew what he wanted. His eyes met mine. His look was pure libidinous and it fried my senses. He licked down to my hip, slowly tantalizing me with each lash. Then he went over my pubic bone and parted me with a finger. I was anticipating his touch when he delved his tongue onto my clit, but the pure shock had me bucking off the bed.
I let one thigh drop to the side, opening myself up to Mitchell, no longer reserved in my lust for him. He started to circle the hard nub of nerve endings with his tongue teasing me now and then as he moved closer to my opening. My whole being was buzzing, starting from the spot Mitchell was sampling. I wanted to come. I needed just a little bit more, his finger, or his cock deep inside me.
I panted out his name and reached for him. My juices were on his wicked lips, and he licked the bottom one.
“Haven’t had my fill of you yet.” His voice was low and erotic.
“Mitch, I can’t take it, please.” I must have sounded whiney, but I didn’t care. I was craving him.
“Shh, I got you baby,” he said, and lowered his head once more.
He plunged two fingers into me. I smarted from the glorious shock. I flung my head into the mattress and gripped at the sheets beside me. Mitchell rubbed me from the inside, slowly at first, until he built me up to just sensation. His tongue lashed at my clit hungrily.
Yelling his name as my orgasm ripped through me like a forest fire, I bucked my hips into his hand at the wondrous feeling of finally being fully satisfied. Satiation enveloped me. My insides were still pulsing as he pulled out his fingers.
Mitchell was barely holding onto control, a muscle pulsing in his jaw; gone were his reflective green eyes as he pulled my hips to his. His eyes had glazed over, misted with lust as he tugged my knee up and rested his manhood at my entrance.
I wanted to feel worthy of the look on his face, so carnal and sexy. I needed to tell him to just fuck me senseless, to lose the control that he was struggling to keep.
“Mitch, fuck me. Take me however you need.”
He blinked, and plunged himself balls-deep into my slick core, letting out a guttural groan. Then he pulled out slowly, and thrust back in just as slow. The feeling of stretching around him was exquisite.
“Look at me, Eden.” His voice jostled my eyes open as he stayed buried deep until I met his gaze. His look was raw and open. I would be lying to myself if I denied how mentally connected we were in that moment . . . again lost in him.
He drove himself in and out of me like a piston. I angled my hips up to meet his with every thrust, wanting him deeper and harder than ever. One of his hands tangled in my hair, stopping my face from turning away. I wanted to close my eyes; it was a natural thing to do, but Mitchell had anchored us.
I ran my hands down his muscled torso, arriving at his hard butt then I propelled him into me. I could feel the build-up again; tight nerve endings inside me zinged out of control. The hand that was holding my hip made its way between us, and Mitchell’s thumb rubbed my clit in fast circles.
“Mitch, I’m going to come.” I pant out.
A few more thrusts combined with his thumb, and finally the crescendo I had been waiting for arrived. I uttered his name and shattered all around him as he pressed harder and faster until he reached his own climax.
He grunted into my neck and held me as his warmth filled me. “Fuck, Eden, fuck.” His eyebrows gather and regret streaks across his face.
And that’s when it hit me: no condom.
“We forgot the condom.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair, tugging at it. He looked back at me and held my chin gently. “I’m sorry, Eden. I lost control, but I promise you are the first woman I have ever been raw with.”
I hoped so, but could I trust him? Little did he know I will never conceive.
“I’m on the pill, and I’ve never not used a condom.”
“Tell me you believe me, Eden.”
“Come here.” And I pulled his forlorn face down to mine, kissing him with conviction to persuade him that yes, I actually did trust him, and I had since the night we met.
“Oh, baby.” He placed small kisses over my face and lips. Then he pulled the rest of the way out of me. His cock had so much potential to go again even though he had just came. He smirked as I looked at it, and looked back to me with a devilish grin. “Want to go again?”
“Pretty sure I need a little rest first.”
He hopped out of bed and went to the bathroom, reappearing with a warm washcloth, and proceeded to clean me up. My heart sang at the sweet gesture. He disappeared again, this time into the kitchen, strutting around my house totally comfortable in the nude. Ariel could walk in at any moment; she had the only key to my house.
The gorgeous sight of Mitchell carrying two glasses of tea and the bowl of popcorn melted my soul away a tiny bit more than the last time.
“I’ll feed you popcorn and tea, then I will have you all night long.”
Heat pooled at my core. I couldn’t wait for round two.
Chapter Fourteen
Mitchell
I had never spent the night. I had never wanted to until I met Eden. What was it about her that had me so fascinated? Chase would say it was the stellar pussy. I hadn’t had a girlfriend, only lovers, whereas the soft-hearted pushover that was my best friend was apparently boyfriend material.
I looked down to her sleeping form, her body curled into my side, an arm haphazardly flung over my chest. Her breathing was even and heavy and I found myself breathing in time with her. I pulled her closer and turned my face into her blonde mane. I
t was a sexy, messed-up wavy blanket, and smelled of vanilla and all things good. I sucked her scent in, wanting the memory for later, and felt a wave of security. Then I quashed that shit fast.
What was it that made me feel like this? I didn’t want to self-analyze that right now. I had Eden wrapped around me physically as much as mentally. This had been a long week spent wondering why she wasn't calling me or chasing me down like most women do.
That was part of the reason I was here; Eden wasn't like most women. Hence me lying here, and debating why the fuck I hadn't gone home. I hoped Chase hadn’t come around in the last twelve hours, or he would be asking some serious questions about where I’d been. Which I would fob off. He’d want to know who I was with, which in reality I couldn’t hide, because he was the only person that knew shit about me.
We had left the curtains open, and it was early dawn. The filtered light that streamed across Eden’s face had me fascinated. Small facets of colour glittered on her already sparkling skin. She was definitely the most perfect specimen of a woman I had seen and had the pleasure of fucking. I would probably go to hell, because hot-damn there had been quite a few in the last ten years. Even if I started out as a late bloomer, once I’d hit seventeen and my friend’s mom had hit on me, I was like Gunta in Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, the more chocolate I ate I became insatiable needing more.
Thinking about my past was dangerous and always fucked with my head. I thought of my sweet mother, over the years it had become difficult to remember her face, but I would never forget the sound of her voice. She was taken from me way too soon. Anger rose in my chest, like a slow burn that spread like cancer. Fuck, I hated my father and I hated me more for letting him infect my thoughts. Here I was with Eden, not a helpless kid that couldn’t fight for himself or his mother.
I focused back on her; a modern-day Sleeping Beauty. A smile instantly tugged at my lips and the weight in my chest subsided. If she was Sleeping Beauty, was I her Prince Charming? I had to keep from chuckling. I was the Prince of Darkness; he’d made me this way.
I should just leave, walk away and forget Eden. It would be the right thing to do. I was way past fucked up and she was sweet, honest and oh-so-god-damn-sexy. Everything I didn’t know I was looking for. I had just needed to get laid.
You douche-bag. You would have left by now if that were true. I warred with the part of me that spoke the truth. I shifted to my side as quietly as I could, which was difficult, because there was a lot of me. I wanted to saviour this woman for just a while longer, so I rested my head on my folded arm, resisting the urge to pull her closer. The ego in me wanted it very bad; to feel her warm, soft, body, toned like someone that truly cared about what they ate, and how they treated their temple. Fuck me. I wanted to live in that temple. Worship it eight times a day. She. Was. Beautiful. And looking straight into my gaze were her sleepy unguarded, blue eyes, wide and questioning. I almost couldn’t breathe. It was like looking into them for the first time all over again. She wasn’t just gazing into my eyes, she was searching me out. I was affected. So much, I didn’t know if I should stay or run.
A soft quirk of a smile greeted me, her cheeks flushed a light pink and I knew I couldn’t leave, unless Eden made me. I ran my hand over her hip and around her back until she was tightly cocooned to me.
It was like an alpha-male need had erupted somewhere deep inside me where I hadn’t even known existed. I didn’t know if I liked this feeling, but I went with it anyway, because if feeling this good in Eden’s arms was wrong then nothing I had ever done was right.
Eden’s leg gripped my hip tighter and pulled me to her, as if she wanted to get as close as possible. I weighed twice as much as her, but I let her mould to me. Her thighs gripped me and shifted my other arm under her neck. This was nice. I tested the word; yes I liked it. I didn’t like that I liked it, but I had to admit it was nice.
“Mitchell,” she whispered in a sleepy voice, just my name on her lips felt so right.
“Hmm.” I chuckled lazily at her cuteness.
She buried her face in my chest and nuzzled me. The tip of her nose drew, and her exhaled breath feathered over my chest.
“It’s Friday,” she says peeking up through thick lashes.
“Shh, it’s just a day.” I stroked her back through the mane of silky hair that was everywhere. I tangled my fingers through it. I wouldn’t have broken that moment for shit. The building could have broken out in flames and I wouldn’t have given a rat’s ass.
“I have to wor—”
“Don’t say it.” I didn’t want to leave. What the fuck? “I want to keep you prisoner here, all day in your bed.”
I ran my free hand over the curve of her pert backside and squeezed her to me to emphasise what I wanted, and with what I wanted to do it. She made a soft little mewl of a moan that was as sexy as fuck, my cock twitched.
Eden peeked up from the nest she’d made in the crook of my neck. Her shy smile warmed me, heating me from the inside of my cold beating heart. How did I ever not know I could feel like this? Clearly this was the result of mind-blowing sex with the most gorgeous creature that walked the earth, but why did I have some kind of protective instinct kicking in with this woman? The thought of walking away and never seeing her again repulsed me. I wanted more. I needed to fuck her out of my system. I wouldn’t think rationally until I’d had my fill.
Her lips, pink and pouty, were swollen. I just wanted to suck on them, lick them, and nip at them. Run my tongue at the seam of her mouth until she let me inside. Sink into her delicious body and have her say my name over and over.
“I have a conference call with Tokyo in . . .” She glanced at the clock on the side of her bed and I took that moment to roll her under me. The surprise attack made her squeal, the sound music to my ears. I tickled her ribs just to keep hearing her peals of delight. She thrashed under me, but it was futile, because I was the man. The. Man.
“Stop. . .enough” My name was on her lips. I finally stopped after she conceded, and said, “Submission”.
The word shocked me like I’d just fallen into a bathtub of icy water. I peered down into her face. She was so disheveled, yet tantalisingly sexy, you couldn’t learn this shit. Hair fanned around her face like a halo. Her cheeks were flushed and lively with excitement, while her lips were open slightly. We both breathed heavily. I raised her arms above her head and clasped them both in my hand; hers were little, I fit her like a glove.
“Mitchell?” she said again in her just-woken-up, sexy voice, questioningly this time. I liked the way my name sounded coming from her. I could hear it a thousand times and never tire of it.
“Yeah.” I was trying with all of my might not to think with what was below my waist. Instead, I waited. If Eden didn’t know how worked up I was right now she would have to be blind or numb.
“You need to let me up. I have to freshen up and take that call.” I was so focused on the way her lips pouted around the syllables that I barely made out a word. I released her hands and nuzzled my nose over her jaw, up to her ear and hair. I affected her; I could feel the energy zinging between us as I buzzed my lips on her neck, breathing in her scent.
I pulled back. “I’ll let you go.” I couldn’t look into her eyes without touching her. “If you go out with me tonight.”
Did I just utter those words? I never asked women out. I leaned my face closer to her, wanting her lips. Wanting to be inside her everywhere. “Say yes,” I whispered between peppering soft kisses on her lips.
I couldn’t read Eden’s expression while I waited, holding my breath. Say yes. Say. Yes.
“Let me up and I will go out with you, sometime.” Her hands pressed on my chest, testing my strength. Oh baby, I was brick, and not ready to let go yet. I couldn’t help the smart-ass smile that quirked my lips.
“Tell me Mitch, how many times does that smile get you what you want?”
Eden pegged me well, and this time I couldn’t hide my amused grin, “Umm, are we talki
ng this week, this year . . .” She slapped me on the chest, but her feistiness only served to pique me further. “That stung.”
“What? The slap or the truth?”
“Maybe both. Does it matter to you?” I was agitated that I wanted to know if it mattered. We were playing around. Weren’t we?
“Not really. You’re a tough guy. I’m pretty sure your ego can take it as well as this well-built body.” She ran her fingertip down my arm in emphasis.
I was instantly pissed by the fact that I was affected by what didn’t affect her. This was stupid, and it was well and truly time to leave. I rolled away and waited for Eden to get up. I blew a hard breath out to move the hair that covered my forehead.
I’d blown it. Ironic that when I finally liked a woman and wanted more from her than just one night of wham-bam, I crossed paths with the magic pussy. That was much like the Yeti, although I knew the latter to be a myth unlike the former. Well fuck that. I didn’t need Eden; one night would have to do. Would it though?
Eden was busy flitting around, from the bathroom then her bedroom. She had me in knots watching her dress in a loose pair of running shorts that looked like men’s. Instantly jealous of the shorts and who owned them, I was confused when she buttoned up the light blue business shirt and tied the flowing strip of material at her throat into a neat puffy bow. Within seven minutes she’d done hair, makeup, and dressed. Well, half dressed. She looked at me in the reflection of the dressing table mirror with a satisfied smile, her head tilted to one side as she attached a pearl stud to her earlobe.
I stood and jammed my feet into my briefs and jeans then sat on Eden’s bed to gain my thoughts and force the momentum to leave. I wanted her. Badly. More than any other woman. I needed some distance though. Maybe it was the alpha in me that wanted the thrill of the chase and a victory lap at the final.
I could play. I loved the competition, as long as the prize was worth the fight.
Was she?
