by Tina Donahue
What was still to come was evident in the drop of pre-cum trickling from the small slit in the crown. She cupped his sac and lifted his shaft, wild to taste both.
“No,” Mitch said.
Nikki pulled her tongue back into her mouth. “No?” She gave him a kittenish look. “Hasn’t a woman ever gone down on you, Mitch? I’m shocked that you’re an innocent at this. A damn virgin.”
He arched one brow. “Only with you.”
“Then I guess we better change that.”
“I said no.” With his hands around her wrists, he directed Nikki to her feet. Without her high heels, she was far shorter than he was. Mitch used it for leverage, leaning down and warning, “This time, I’m calling the shots.”
As though he hadn’t in the gazebo? Nikki might have reminded him how he’d chained her to the ceiling, pretended to shave her mound, then fucked her with abandon, but decided against it. “You’re the boss.”
His arrogant grin and deepening dimple said “hell yeah”. “Take off your robe,” he ordered.
It was at her feet in two seconds flat.
“Go to the sink, face the mirror.”
“Which one? There’s three sinks and more mirrors than I can count.”
Grabbing her wrist, he swatted her ass. A little too playfully for Nikki. She snuggled her face against his shoulder and breathed, “If you intend to spank me, you’re going to have to do better than that.”
Mitch pushed his face into hers. “What did I say about shutting up? No more backtalk or questions. You don’t want to make me wait.”
How right he was. She’d made both of them suffer for too many years. Meekly, she went to the center sink, standing in front of the mirror. Her feathers were drooping, her glitter and hair a mess, her spirits soaring. He didn’t hate her. He’d wanted her from the beginning and still did. If she was very lucky, maybe Connor would too…someday.
Nikki had no time to dwell on what might prove to be foolish hope. Moving behind her, Mitch said, “Put your arms around my neck.”
The position lifted her breasts, exhibiting them and her nudity. Desire quivered through her, concentrating in her cunt.
“Keep your eyes on your reflection,” he ordered.
“I’d rather look at you.”
His shoulders jiggled with suppressed laughter. “Do you want me to leave?”
A better question would be, could you? Nikki didn’t ask. She already knew the answer and released her weight into him, her ass nuzzled against his rod, her attention on what he planned to do with her body.
Mitch didn’t make her wonder for long. His hand was heavy and warm on her belly, pushing gently, coaxing her closer to him. She obeyed, rubbing her buttocks against his cock, wanting it inside her again.
Not yet, his actions said. First, there would be foreplay, Mitch style. With his chin resting on her shoulder, he played with her nipples, rubbing them between his fingers, making the little suckers rosy and hard. Watching him arouse her, use her, touch her thrilled Nikki far more than she would have imagined.
In here, she was his complete sex slave, even more than she’d been in the gazebo.
His hands covered her breasts, exploring their shape and weight, his fingers squeezing the soft mounds. Her body seemed fragile, pale, submissive as compared to his. He was pure male, dominant and unapologetic as he did what he wanted, huffing out a sigh that said he was pleased. Though not finished. Oh no. He dragged one hand down her torso, past her belly to her mound.
His touch sent a riot of feeling through Nikki. She pushed up, locking her knees and arching her back, which caused her chest to stick out. Unmindful of her reaction, Mitch continued, his hand dipping over the edge, traveling the length of her slit, slippery and unprotected. Asserting his claim on her, the power he held, he settled his fingers on either side of her soft folds, then separated them gently, exposing her clit and opening. It glistened with her arousal. Her nub was reddened and erect. She’d never been as naked.
Seizing the moment, Mitch ran his thumb over her small rise of flesh.
A shock of delight tore through Nikki. She gasped.
“Quiet,” he warned. “Don’t make a sound. Don’t move. If you do, I’ll stop.”
Bastard. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, squeezing her lids tight.
“Uh-uh,” Mitch said. “I expect you to watch. Nothing happens until you do.” He removed his hand from her clit, showing how serious he was.
She cursed him mentally but did as he wanted, her arms still around his neck, her nails digging into her wrists, her body opened, prepared for him to use.
He nudged her feet apart, keeping them that way with his own, making certain she couldn’t close her legs. Mercy. This was getting better than Eve’s journey through the House of Lords. With no choice except to do as Mitch willed, Nikki submitted, watching him rub her clit. His stroking generated a swell of pleasure that hit her instantly, unfurling from her nub to the insides of her thighs, up to her belly. It trembled with her strangled breaths. She didn’t dare whimper or moan.
Mitch challenged her restraint. He worked her nub with one hand. With his other, he burrowed two fingers into her opening, easing them out, slipping them back in, mimicking a fuck. The stimulation was too much, impossible to bear. Nikki bent her knees in a futile attempt to close her legs.
True to his earlier promise, Mitch no longer stroked her, leaving Nikki hanging, her approaching climax fading away. She bared her teeth and growled. He wrapped his hands around her arms, ready to remove them.
“Noooo,” she whined. “I’ll be good. I won’t say another word, I swear. I won’t make another sound. Please.” She ran her fingers over the back of his neck and wiggled her body into his.
Whatever argument he meant to offer died on his parted lips. His knees sagged, sending his legs bumping into hers. Now she had him.
Then again…
For minutes, Mitch toyed with her opening and clit, keeping Nikki off balance, not knowing when or if relief would come. Her arms ached from keeping them elevated for so long. Her wrists stung from digging her nails into them. Her body was strung tight but also listless, not knowing which way to go.
Through a haze of brutal need, Nikki regarded her slutty pose, her damp hair stuck to Mitch’s shoulder, the color in her cheeks, her greedy expression. The same as his. They looked at each other in the mirror.
He grinned, smug as hell for tormenting her, then rubbed harder, brisker, to put an end to her suffering. Nikki’s climax erupted with exquisite force, shuddering through her. Dropping her arms, she clutched the lip of the sink, gulped air, then cried out again.
Mitch slipped his arm around her waist and kissed her spine. “You okay?”
His embrace and concern moved Nikki as much as his forgiveness. She swallowed, gasped more air, then gave him a tender smile. “Need a minute.”
“Oh—that’s too bad.”
What? “Hey.”
He bent her over the sink, arms crossed, ass high, legs spread even wider. From nearly every angle, the mirrored walls showed Nikki how good she looked. Mitch was hotter by a mile. His cock jutted out, pointing at her, his balls tight to his body, wanting to release their load. He breathed shallowly, his excitement evident in his heightened color, the tension in his jaw, his taut muscles.
They flexed as he positioned himself behind her, taking in her submissive pose. He looked as he had after they’d kissed that first time in her parent’s garage—high on testosterone and ready for anything. At the time, Nikki had to stop both of them from going further.
Not now.
She arched her back, an invitation for him to mount her, to choose which opening he wanted to use.
Mitch looked as happy as an adolescent boy about to lose his virginity. He ran his palms over her ass and down her hips as a blind man might, trying to memorize her contours. He moved closer, the tip of his cock touching the inside of her leg, its silkiness and warmth a balm. For the first time in forever, Nikki d
idn’t feel alone. Mitch’s willing presence, his weight, strength and heat drove away all the desolation.
At least until they joined Connor. Had he noticed Mitch’s absence? Did he wonder what they were doing in here? Did he hate both of them now? Please, not that. Nikki couldn’t bear to have them at odds over her. She knew Mitch couldn’t either. No matter what he’d said earlier about wanting her, Connor was family and would have to come first. If he insisted she go, Mitch would eventually agree, telling her it’d never work out between them, that she’d have to—
Stop it. Nikki pushed aside her awful thoughts, not wanting to ruin the moment with anything painful. She had now. A month ago, she wouldn’t have believed this moment could be possible.
“Ready?” Mitch asked.
“Overdue,” she answered.
His grin was young and playful, his actions those of the man he’d become. With great skill, his cock tunneled into her pussy, inch by glorious inch, his pace intensifying the act, making her aware of how big he was, how well he filled her.
Just short of being fully inside, he stopped.
“Don’t,” she breathed. “You fit. I know you fit.”
“Oh yeah?” He chuckled. “Let’s see.” He pushed hard, opening her even more, his thrust sending his balls smacking into Nikki’s vulva. It reminded her of how much she wanted his testicles in her hands and mouth, her tongue tracing their shape. An anticipatory sound gurgled in the base of her throat. Mitch was far less civilized.
He blew out air, sucked it back in and groaned hard.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Hell no. Hang on.” Gripping her hips, Mitch plowed into her. Their bodies slapped against each other, rocking with the force of his thrusts. Nikki stared at Mitch’s reflection, the ends of his hair bobbing, the corded muscles in his neck and chest, his nostrils flaring as he fought to hold off. No different from a man who knew this might be their last opportunity to enjoy each other.
Dammit, stop thinking about that. She had no real control over the future, especially when it came to Connor. Only Mitch’s happiness mattered now. She owed him that and so much more.
Nikki squeezed her inner muscles around his cock, making her passage as narrow as possible. He ground into her, a man possessed. It was only when she lowered her hand to her clit that Mitch remembered his duty. He slapped her fingers away so he could tend to her.
His strokes were rhythmic and expert, telling Nikki he must have done the same with hundreds of women. Ones who hadn’t betrayed him. Ones he hadn’t had to forgive and welcome back. Her body surrendered in desire. Her throat constricted with gratitude.
With every pump, his heels tapped the floor. Taxed to the limit, Nikki lowered her head, her world narrowed to his cock in her cunt, his fingers on her clit. The sounds they made were unrefined and oddly beautiful, his grunts and her whimpers the finest music she’d ever heard. With all the willpower she owned, Nikki resisted climax, not wanting this to be over.
Both of them panted. Before long, each of them was sticky with perspiration. Minutes passed, far longer than most men would have endured, yet Mitch continued. Nikki was with him all the way, riding a building surge of pleasure, releasing an unreserved moan as she came seconds before him.
“Damn,” Mitch gasped. Still shaking, he bent down and wound his arms around her torso in a way that said he wasn’t yet ready to let go.
Nikki held him as tightly, afraid he’d soon have to desert her as she’d once done to him and Connor.
Chapter Seven
At one end of the dining room, cast members played catch with a hot pink squishy ball, its spongy construction no threat to the long windows or the diamond-patterned marble floor. Several other performers lounged at the mammoth oak table, their bored features illuminated by monstrous chandeliers holding hundreds of electric candles. The devices’ flames flickered intermittently and gently, close enough to the real thing to fool any audience.
Connor nodded to three stragglers who rushed inside, wedges of cheese, deli meat and danishes in their hands. They stuffed the food into their mouths and took their places at the table. Alex came in behind them, heading straight for Connor.
He spoke quietly, “Your stars weren’t in the kitchen with the others.”
Connor hadn’t expected them to be. Now that Mitch and Nikki had reconnected, in every sense of the word, they’d be off somewhere by themselves making up for lost time. With his brother claiming it was a good thing.
“Let’s talk to her together and get all this crap cleared up,” Mitch had suggested earlier, outside the gazebo. “She’s not trying to come between us or screw us, Connor. You’re doing that all by yourself. Nikki wants you as much as she does me.”
He recalled the yearning smile she’d given him, the invitation in her expression after she and Mitch had made love. Why? Because she craved him too? Or she worried he’d convince his brother that either of them falling for her again was a huge mistake?
Connor ran his hand over his mouth, not knowing what to believe, how to feel.
“You want me to keep looking, right?” Alex asked, then pointed behind himself. “Maybe they’re outside or upstairs.”
They were probably in the dressing room.
Connor caught the squishy as it sailed past one of the extras. He hurled it back, debating whether he should call everything off or continue with this. On the table lay a leather collar for the newest scene. Mitch would slip it around Nikki’s throat, treating her as a pleasure slave that he’d mount out here, as he was no doubt doing in private right now.
Nikki wants you.
That remained to be seen.
A series of sharp raps awakened Mitch. His heart thumped as he tried to determine what the sounds meant or where he might be. Squinting, he glanced around the mirrored room lit by murky light streaming in from the ceiling. Rain sprinkled the overhead panes. Beneath him were the chaise’s slippery fabric and Nikki.
Warm, fragrant, lovelier than she’d ever been.
Her lips were kiss swollen, hair tangled, her glitter and feathers a sorry mess from their erotic play. He smiled.
His upper lip curled at the next series of impatient knocks. Someone wanting in. Connor?
“Yeah, okay, just a sec,” Mitch called out. He rolled off her and stumbled to the door, opening it a crack.
Alex bent to the right, trying to see through the gap. Mitch frowned. “What?”
“We’re getting ready for the dining room scene,” he said. “Connor needs you and Nikki.” He went to his toes to sneak a peek of her past Mitch’s shoulder. Given that he was only five-seven to Mitch’s six-three, it wasn’t possible. “Is she in there with you?”
“I’ll let her know about the scene. Tell Connor we’ll be there in a few minutes.” He shut the door, remembering to lock it this time.
Propped on one elbow, Nikki no longer looked sleepy and content. Uncertainty clouded her features.
Mitch sat on the edge of the chaise, running his fingers over her collarbone, easing her hair away. “There’s nothing to worry about. We’ll get dressed and go talk to Connor. In a few hours we’ll be back in Atlanta and we’ll all—”
“Atlanta?” She sat up. “Why would we be going there before the end of the weekend? What about the film?”
“Don’t worry,” he insisted, winding one of her tresses around his finger. “We’ll get another girl from the club to finish it up.”
“Why?” Her eyes widened. “Are you firing me? After what we just did, you’re actually firing me?”
“Hey, calm down. I’m not doing anything. You’re quitting.”
She leaned back, putting distance between them. “No, I’m not.”
Mitch frowned. “Yeah, you are. You only did this because you wanted to pay back the money I’m still offering as a gift.”
“And you think sleeping with you has changed that? Uh-uh. No way.” She swung her legs over the chaise and padded to the other end of the room, arms crossed beneath her bre
asts.
That only enhanced her cleavage and made him want to pull her to the floor and crawl all over her. “Do you honestly believe I’m going to allow you to—”
“Allow?” she interrupted.
Jesus. He went to her. “I never wanted you to do the film in the first place. Why would I want you to continue with it given what happened in here? You do remember what we just did, right?”
“You bet…the same as what we’ll be doing on camera.” She rested her palm on his chest, her fingers stroking the base of his throat.
Her hand was too soft, her touch depleting his strength.
“Nothing has changed with the film,” she murmured, “unless you want the rest of the cast to have a more active role and start messing around with me too.”
Mitch pulled her hand from him. “Don’t even think about it.”
She gave him a cocky smile. “So it’s just going to be you and me as it was in the gazebo with all the others watching.” Leaning into him, she hushed, “That doesn’t excite you?”
It sure as hell didn’t make him flaccid, not that he was ready to admit it. “Exhibitionism turns you on?”
“Are you disappointed?”
He considered the scenes from Connor’s graphic novel they hadn’t yet filmed. Further domination and submission. Punishment. The thought of him and Nikki engaging in those acts while a slew of horny guys watched was better than Mitch could’ve imagined. Except for his brother being there and not participating.
“You’re worried about Connor,” she said, stepping away.
Mitch caught Nikki’s arm and hauled her right back, claiming her mouth, letting her know without question she wasn’t leaving his life again no matter what Connor thought.
He’d die for his brother, but he couldn’t live for him. It was time for the man to work out his own demons.
The cast and crew’s conversations wound down the moment Nikki and Mitch entered the dining room. Everyone stared as though they were real stars…kind of an X-rated version of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Rather than pawing each other as the others might have expected, she and Mitch stood yards apart. He’d brushed off the glitter and feathers she’d transferred to his body. She’d glued more on her face and had smoothed down her hair.
