by Lisa DeBells
"I want you to watch." His gruff voice commanded. Oh dear God, can this get any hotter? I anchored my eyes to his. I wanted to give Mitchell his every desire. He tongued my clit with just the lace separating us. I moaned when he bit into my swollen flesh. “Need these gone.” He was referring to my underwear and tore them unceremoniously from my body. I suppress a giggle. Mitchell was such a fucking beast, so raw, almost barbaric, and I loved every bit of it.
He smiled wickedly at me while lowering to my core. He licked the seam of my folds, parting me. My body as he hooked his hands under and around my thighs holding me firm. I lolled my head back and started to close my eyes, waiting for ecstasy to happen. "Eden, eyes, give them to me," warm breath whispered on my thighs. I snapped my eyes back to him. It was impulse to close them but if I wanted more I was going to have to keep them on Mitchell.
He teased me with his tongue, rolling it over my hardened clit. He sucked on my lips gently one by one as the pleasure pulsed through me with each draw. I wanted more. Needed to come. His slow tormenting pace kept me on the edge of ecstasy. I gripped Mitchell’s hair and gave it a rough tug to signal how badly I wanted him to make me come. “Please, Mitch, I need more.”
“Fuck, your sweet pussy, you taste like heaven. Gonna make you scream my name, baby.” His gruff voice, deep with his own arousal only fuelled my senses further, my core thrumming with pent up longing for him to take me with his big beautiful cock. He sucked hard on my clit and stuck two fingers inside me, deep, rubbing on the hard nub of nerves. I don’t hold back, I screamed his name as my sex rippled around his fingers and I come all over them on a jubilant wave of satisfaction.
And he gave me what I wanted, needed and ached for. I was irrevocably Mitchell’s, mind, body and soul.
My orgasm was still fluttering around inside me as I felt him enter me in one swift motion, balls-deep to my core. I gasped at the delicious shock, and he grunted in satisfaction as he stilled, allowing me a moment to accommodate the huge package. Tattooed biceps caged me in so that he was directly on eye level with me, hovering above me, invading my space until I was so full and overtaken that all I could do was beg him to move and please me.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby.” His grunted whisper was demanding as he slid out of me slowly, allowing my juices to coat him. I closed my eyes, lost in the sensation. I needed it like air. I wanted to submit to any demand he made.
“Please, Mitch. Harder.” I implored, and bit my lip to stifle a moan.
“I want to hear you say it.” I watched the emotion cloud his features as he licked up my neck and pushed his cock back into me. Oh My God he was deep, the point of pain was quickly over-ridden by the intense pleasure when he fucked himself back into me. I threw my head back in ecstasy. My hands brushed down Mitchell’s well-defined back until I felt his fine ass and pushed him into me.
“I want you so much.” It was the truth, the feelings he elicited in me: love, want, and need were budding open like a delicate bloom in Spring.
“And I want you. Say it baby. Tell me I’m the one. Nobody fucks you this good. And you were made to me mine. For me to fucking cherish, every inch of you.” He plowed his hips back into mine and pistoned them in and out slowly, driving me bat-shit.
My body had trampled on my brain. I couldn’t decipher a single thought. I could only account for what my body was feeling. White-hot heat pulsated from my core. Mitchell was pushing me to my limit, taking me slowly, building our pleasure, only to stop completely. He leant down to me and kissed me, nipping sweetly at my lips.
As I looked up into his unguarded green eyes it was that moment that stopped time. I didn’t think I had held back until now, until I truly surrendered then and only then would I be irrevocably Mitchell’s. He wanted three neat little words that would bind me to him. I am yours.
His breath hitched in his throat. “Eden, you’re so sweet and beautiful, to good for me. I need you in my life, baby.” Every word was uttered leisurely and in time with his hips that pushed his cock into me.
“Mitchell, I am yours.” His body stilled. “Please fuck me and don’t hold back.” I waited the two seconds for him to react. A roar from his lips awakened me. His hand swept my body, and he sucked on my nipple, taking it deep into his mouth, releasing it and nipping at the tight pink bud with his teeth. He dragged his hand further down my body, splayed out on my hip and ass, his hand gripping me so tight that I knew it would mark me. I wanted him to mark me.
I pulled his body into me, welcoming his thickness as I bucked into him. I wanted to suck him dry until he was starving for more. I loved that I could cause him to lose his control. I gave into my body and pulsed around Mitchell’s rigid cock that was still sliding in and out of me. Three more strokes and I could feel him swell to complete fullness, and then he was spilling into me, into the condom. He collapsed into my neck and groaned, depleted yet satisfied.
I wrapped my arms around Mitchell’s back and held him to me, fulfilled, totally wiped out, but mostly happy. This is where we stayed.
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I was fully satiated and lulled in a semi-haze of sexual satisfaction. Tangled together, lying on our sides facing each other, legs scissored, and wrapped up in one another. I had snuggled my face into my favourite spot: the crease in between Mitchell’s neck and shoulder. It was where his smell was the most potent.
Mitchell’s strong arms wrapped around me. One rested on my hip and the other drew lazy circles up my spine. I don’t know how long we laid like this, I only knew that I didn’t want to break the spell by moving or talking. Work could wait, food, pfft! Who needed that when I’d just had dessert, and been eaten for dessert like I was Mitchell’s most favorite meal? The world simply fell away when I was with him; he’d made me forget. It was what I’d asked him to do the first night he’d rocked my fucking world and turned its axis upside down.
The way I wanted him was beyond normal. The way he’d looked at me that first night, I’d seen his tortured soul reflected in my own. I wanted to push him to open up to me, tell me all that he’d locked away in that deep dark place that he retreated to often. I wouldn’t stop until I knew all of him. It would only be fair for me to do the same, talk about my past, my fears of abandonment. I wouldn’t push for too much, I knew how hard cutting open old wounds could be.
The way Mitchell had looked when he’d first walked through my door today had changed as soon as he held me. I knew he’d lost himself in me, in us, I guess the sex was that great for him too. I would grant him the pleasure of my body, however he wanted, to keep him from looking so lost again. It was a hard task.
One thing I knew for certain was that I’d run for that cliff and jumped off the edge without looking back. Now I was so fucking gone and falling hard for the one man that I hoped would hold me for longer than his next pair of running shoes.
Newsflash. I was in love with Mitchell Stone. And I had not a clue what to do with these feelings. There was no way I could utter those three words to him; that was a surefire way of no future. Mitchell’s reputation as a fuck ‘em and chuck ‘em kinda bloke was testament to that. So were the many tabloid articles that painted a definite picture of his playboy lifestyle.
I snuggled in closer, burrowing my head into the crook of his neck, choosing to disregard this tidbit. He was here now, I kissed his warm skin and inhaled his scent as I went; this was real. His just-showered, oceanic cologne intermingled with the scent of just-fucked clouded my thoughts. He was like summer; I could camp here and be happy. Mitchell’s lazy groan skittered over me. His voice had this pull on my libido. God, he was the sexiest thing on two legs.
He tightened his grip on me and rolled me onto my back. I grinned into his adorable eyes, eyes that were back to the clear green marble color and staring intently at me. Green on blue. Land versus ocean. They were nothing without the other.
His heaviness was a welcome feeling as he lay his lean body onto mine. My muscles ached pleasantly under him, partly from my last killer gym
class, mostly from how he’d just now worked me out.
I scratched my nails up his smooth sides, muscles gloved by velvet skin. I licked my lips at the stir they created in me. He kissed my lips sweetly and with a gentleness that I hadn’t felt from him before. It was so different to the way he had just taken my body like an animal, a fucking beast. I loved it!
I traced my fingertips over his lips when he pulled his face back. They were full and pouty when they were lax. They had just worked me up into a frenzy half an hour ago. These lips had so much power over me, my body. They could take me to the heights of satisfaction. They also had the power to drop me to knees. Knowing that what I felt for Mitchell was love, giving him this power over me had me so damn witless. I begged him silently with my eyes not to break my heart just yet, not today. I wanted him a while longer because I was that greedy for more.
Why was it I wanted things that were bad for me like chocolate, expensive shoes, and unbelievable sex with this bad boy.
“I’m sorry if I was rough with you today.” He blinked his thick lashes and peered at my chest like he couldn’t look at my face. Was he serious? He’d just restrained me with his hands and fucked his heart out, and now he couldn’t look at me? That was bullshit, and I wasn’t having it.
I lifted his face between my hands and searched his eyes.
“Mitch, don’t apologise.” I hoped he saw the strength in my eyes, that what we’d just done was everything to me. I was so sick of living safely and guarding myself from anything that could upset the balance of my secure life. I didn’t want that; I could handle being a little more adventurous. “I’m fine, you haven’t broken me, I’m not a china doll. I like what you do to me.” The words came out in a rush. I saw the turmoil lift a little from his eyes and smiled timidly at him. My admission was playing havoc with my emotions.
“Jeez woman, you just say what you did and blush at the same time? Don’t ever be shy with me, baby. But don’t ever change. It’s why I’m still here.”
“Oh.” His words floored me for a moment. Don’t ever change, huh? Like that would ever happen. “I like living on the edge with you, Mitch.” I kept my face clear so he could see the truth, clear in my unfaltering expression.
“Do you have any idea the things I want . . .” He kissed my lips, taking my moans. “. . . to do to your sexy body?” He worked his way from my lips across my jaw, lacing open-mouthed, sucking kisses behind my ear and down my neck. My ache for him was permanently simmering. I moaned softly, lost in his words, melting under his hands.
“Okay, but can we eat first? I’m kind of hungry.” He looked up at me, his lips turned up at one side cheekily, and an eyebrow raised questioningly. “For food, silly. You are insatiable.”
“What have I ever done to deserve you, Eden?” His honeyed voice low and dripping with emotion, it warmed my heart and heated my brain to melting point. Did he have any clue its how I felt about him? I was quietly digesting his words, but before I could speak Mitchell’s lips closed over mine, taking my mouth with tenderness, he sucked on my bottom lip, making me whimper. I was losing my grip on reality. I kissed him back, holding his face with both hands. I tried to convey just what he did to me.
Mitchell’s hips started a sluggish grind and I could feel his manhood on my belly. He was as hard as steel, which impressed and excited me all at once. Would I ever have enough of Mitchell?
“Jesus Christ, Eden, I won’t ever get enough of you.” His dark voice was a low timbre of conviction. “What I want with you.” The truth in his words stilled me; the mental picture of us waking up every morning together zapped into my head. He petted his hand down my body and moulded me to him in that way.
I was taken aback by his words, mirroring feelings that I was too cowardly to admit out loud. I could barely admit them to myself. Mitchell had never struck me as boyfriend material; he was rough and tough and sexy as hell, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake, but was it possible that this thing between us had confounded him too?
I decided to improvise with some humor. The picture Mitchell painted in my brain of him and I together for a decent amount of time had me fantasizing about a future. I snapped that thought, real quick. Don’t get your hopes up, Eden. A girl could dream though, right?
“Isn’t the way to a man’s heart through his stomach?” I winked at him and rolled for my side of the bed. “Silly me, when you said see you for lunch I didn’t realize I would be the meal.” I was too quick and jumped out of Mitchell’s grasp; many a squat class had given me fast and strong legs. I stood and wrapped my silky dressing gown around me and knotted it tightly.
I could stare at and devour Mitchell all day. He sat half the way up, leaning on one elbow, the sheet barely covering his modesty. His muscled bicep was tense with the weight of his body leaning on it. I licked my lips, forgetting why I’d gotten up in the first place. The sexy tattoos that tracked his arm had my nipples peaking. This was the bad-boy affect. I lost all sense of reality.
“Eden, if you keep looking at me with those sexy blue eyes and those pouty lips I will put them to good use, and this time you won’t fend me off. I will make sure of it, even if I have to chase you down.” His voice grated softly like hot sex over my senses.
Fuck. Me.
I gaped at his words and bit down on my lip to break the dream-like spell he wields like a professional sex-god. His rough talk was like a sexy r n b song to my ears. I wanted more.
“You know I work out.” I sashayed my ass as I walked around my bed. “Don’t you?” I stopped and picked up my shredded underwear off the floor, purposefully bending down as slowly as possible. I turned back to see his dazzling smirk as he survey the scrap lacy panties hanging off the tip of my finger. He was mighty pleased with myself.
“You are a detriment to my health, woman.” He ran a hand through his messy blonde mane. He was so much sexier with shorter hair, giving way to his square jaw and high cheekbones. I hadn’t thought it was likely that Mitchell could have been any more perfect than the day I’d met him . . . but I was wrong. With this haircut, his jagged beauty was that little bit more refined and mature. My rusty lion had tamed his mane. It took all of my self-control not to crack under the pressure and just haul ass back into bed.
“I could say the same for you,” I said softly, admiring his tattooed arms, drinking him in inch by consuming inch. He didn’t quite suit my bed or bedroom. What tattooed dreamboat of a man would, with all of this puffy pillowed plushness? But one thing I was sure of was that Mitchell was the man. The man. And he suited me just perfectly.
He watched me quietly for a moment. I couldn't discern the expression that clouded his features. It came and went quickly.
“Come here.” He held out his hand to me. It wasn’t likely I would refuse, since his voice had me on automatic pilot. I crawled back up the bed and placed my hand in his. He pulled me forward and scooted up the mattress so he was sitting up against the headboard. I pressed my thighs over each of his.
Once Mitchell had arranged me to his body, propping me up so that we were on eye level and was satisfied with my hands resting on his bare chest, his semi-hard cock pressed snugly into the crack of my butt, he took a deep breath and pursed his lips in thought.
“Are you happy now that you have me back in bed?” I simpered, trying to appear cranky.
“Oh, I’m the happiest man alive right now baby.” Mitchell’s eyebrows waggled along with a smirk.
I uh-huhed because I was still carrying on with the irritable facade. I was secretly loving that he still wanted me close after we’d had the mind-blowing sex.
“Hey.” Mitchell’s free hand held my face in his palm. The other one was snaked around the small of my back like he owned it. “I want you to know that whatever happens—” He paused for another deep breath and closed his eyes. When they opened up, its like my heart splits open at the seams, darn that cloudy wall and its sporadical consistency. “Just don’t give up on me, Eden.”
“Mitch, you
need to be a little more specific with the ‘whatever happens’ part.” I squeezed his shoulders, coaxing him to explain further.
“Fuck.” His exasperated sigh is snappish, and I’m taken aback. I have whiplash from his mood change and now I’m thinking this is over, he can’t handle a relationship and the honesty it entails. “I told you that you would run. I will chase you away, but not because I want to.” He scrubbed his hand over his face while I wanted to slap him for being a dick and talking in riddles.
I needed some distance; thinking straight was not an option when I could still feel him inside me and around me. Didn’t he know how much he’d gotten to me? He was like a tattoo that had been inked inside me, on my soul. I couldn’t scrub it off or have it removed. I moved to get up, but his arms didn’t let me budge. I’m no real match, regardless of how many pounds I can bench press.
“Jesus, Eden, I told you I would fuck this up.”
“That’s not an excuse, Mitchell.” I could feel hot tears forming behind my lids. I pushed off his chest, silently demanded that he let me up. He did. I could finally take a breath. I didn’t want to be without him though. What Chase said rang true; Mitchell was like a cloud. I would never catch him. Fuck my life!
“You’re right, it’s not, but this is me. In all of my fucked-up glory.” He started to get dressed.
“So now you’re leaving. Is this actually happening?” I shook my head, stunned. But he wasn’t leaving without me revving him up. “You run when I get too close. I’m here, I’m real and not running from you. Who’s running now? I’m such a fucking idiot for believing we had something, Mitch.” And I let the tears weave down my cheeks like raindrops on a windowpane.
“I don’t want to leave you, Eden, please. I just need you to understand that if I . . .” He stopped mid-sentence. We faced each other, but I had to turn away. How could I resist him? It was as if I was looking into the face of an angel. I turned to my windows and wrapped my arms about my waist, trying to keep my shit together. But there was Mitchell at my back, thwarting my attempt at self-preservation. “Baby, I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted. Look at me.”
