Hannah & the Dom Next Door (10 page)

Anna nudged her with her elbow, saying quietly, “Let him stay. You know you want him to.”

“Is it that obvious?” Hannah felt her face warm. Was it obvious to Mitch too? God, she hoped not.

“Probably only to me,” Anna reassured her even though Mitch would have to be blind not to see her infatuation. From the looks he thought no one noticed, Mitch was just as drawn to Hannah. Turning, Anna asked Ethan, “Can you put my number in Hannah’s phone? We’re going to get together for lunch soon.”

Hannah started filling the sink with sudsy water after handing her phone to Ethan. They were gone a few minutes later, leaving just her and Mitch. She felt him move up next to her, his arm brushing hers as he set more dishes down. Without the distraction of Ethan, Anna and the dog, her desire for Mitch rose to the forefront. She wanted him. She couldn’t believe how much she wanted to be with him again, how she longed to find out if last week was a fluke or the real thing, something she could experience over and over again.

“What’re you doing?” Mitch asked as he stepped up next to her at the counter and saw her putting dishes in the sink instead of the dishwasher.

She smiled up at him with humor. “I grew up without a dishwasher and old habits are hard to break. Really, Mitch, you don’t have to stay and help.”

“Really, Hannah, I want to stay and help.” It was how much he wanted to stay that was bothering him. Standing side by side, Hannah washed and he dried, putting them away as she told him where they went. By the time he was reaching above him to put away the last glass, Hannah had grown tense and refused to look at him. He was about to ask her what was wrong, even though he had a damn good idea, when she looked up at him and took a deep breath before saying quickly, “Do you want to go upstairs with me again?”

Mitch had to act quickly when the glass slipped from his fingers, which caused him to bang his forehead on the cabinet door. “Son of a bitch!” he swore as he glared at her, her sudden request taking him completely off guard and not what he thought was on her mind. He had been expecting her to say last week was a one-time occurrence. “You’ve got to quit surprising me with blunt statements like that.”

“There’s no reason to curse. And I don’t know of any other way to ask you if you want to have sex with me. As you know, I’m not skilled in the art of seduction. I don’t even know how to flirt. If you don’t want to have sex with me again, just say so.” Hannah turned from him only to have him whip her back around and pull her up against that hard body she was dying to get naked with again.

“There is nothing, absolutely nothing, I want more right now than to have sex with you again.” Grabbing her ass, he pushed her groin against his, let her feel his thick erection so she’d have no doubt about how much he wanted her. “Is that blunt enough for you?”

She should be appalled, mortified, indignant. She was none of those things. Heat infused her, but it wasn’t from embarrassment. Her pulse sped up, her nipples tightened and her core, now nicknamed her happy place, felt swollen and achy. “That’s pretty blunt.”

Mitch kissed her, hard and demanding, as he shoved aside all the reasons he shouldn’t be doing this, with her, again. His need for her left no room for questions or second guessing himself. The last hour had been hell sitting across from her, watching her laugh at their stories as he pictured that lush body sprawled out for him to feast on. Her shy glances of longing fed his ego as well as his lust until it was either leave with Anna and Ethan or stay and try to talk her out of her clothes. The contradiction between her wholesome, shy demeanor and her straightforward way of meeting a challenge head on both amused and excited him. Her soft moan accompanied the hesitant stroke of her tongue over his and had him tightening his hands on the soft globes of her ass. Another moan had her shifting against him, rubbing her mound against his cock, the age-old movements coming instinctively, ramping up his lust until it threatened his control. Releasing her, he grabbed her hand and pulled her behind him, his urgency palpable.

“Mitch, wait, let me go upstairs and get ready first,” Hannah said as he practically dragged her out of the kitchen.

Mitch didn’t stop or turn around as he headed upstairs saying, “No need. I’ll get you ready.”

“At least let me get the light,” she protested weakly.

“No, tonight I want to see all of you clearly.” More importantly, Mitch wanted to see her reaction when she experienced oral sex for the first time.

Hannah was too excited to argue even though having him watch her undress made her uncomfortable. Thankfully, he kissed her again when they got to her room, taking her mind off baring herself again.

Mitch unbuttoned her blouse as he distracted her with his mouth, keeping her occupied to lesson her embarrassment. If there was a chance they were going to do this again after tonight, and he had a feeling there was, she was going to have to get over her shyness with him, because eventually he’d demand they take their play out of the bedroom. He pulled back when he reached the waistband of her skirt, keeping his eyes on her flushed face as he spread her top open and unerringly opened the front clasp of her bra. When her hands rose automatically to cover herself, he stated firmly, “You don’t want to do that, sweetheart. Keep them at your sides.”

Mitch smiled to himself when she obeyed without a word, her eyes not shying away from his as he looked at her. She tensed when he exposed her breasts, but that simple directive had her relaxing again, much like she did last week when he instructed her to hold onto the headboard. That small telltale sign told him a lot, but not enough to get his hopes up that this would ever go beyond a few nights of exploratory sex for her.

Hannah wanted to close her eyes when Mitch reached up and cupped her breasts, but she could no more shut out the intense look of pleasure on his face than she could ignore the pleasure sweeping through her. He wasn’t gentle as he kneaded her flesh and she liked it. She unconsciously pushed towards him when he rasped over her nipples, biting her lip to stifle a moan. His dark eyes moved from her breasts back up to her face, watched her intently as he pulled tautly on her swollen tips, the instant, searing pleasure ricocheting down to her sheath, igniting a firestorm of sensation that threatened to buckle her knees.

“Mitch,” she gasped as she clasped his forearms to steady herself, “I’m going to collapse if you keep that up.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want that.” Mitch reluctantly lowered his hands to her waist and loosened her skirt, watching it puddle at her feet before pushing her down on the bed. Running his hands from her shoulders down her arms, he slowly slid her top and bra off, flinging them behind him carelessly. “Lean back on your hands and don’t move, Hannah.”

Her eyes widened in shock when he knelt on the floor between her spread knees but she lifted automatically when he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her plain white panties and slowly pulled them off. Running his hands slowly back up her legs, spreading her knees wider before moving up the insides of her softly rounded thighs, he stopped at the juncture of her pelvis, his eyes on her damp, caramel curls. “You are pretty everywhere, Hannah, but especially here.” Without looking at her, he shifted his hands and used his thumbs to spread her labia provocatively, revealing the pink, moist walls of her pussy.

Hannah silently waged a battle with her mind and her body, one telling her this was wrong the other demanding it was right. Despite her embarrassment, she couldn’t look away as he slid his hands under her butt and lifted her hips to his descending mouth.

Uncertainty, mortification and need so strong it made her shake all fought for supremacy, but it was pure, unadulterated lust that won out when he took one slow lick up her center, his tongue gliding ever so lightly over her clit before he raised his eyes to her.

“Do you want me to continue?” he asked her, trying desperately to be respectful of her beliefs yet at the same time wanting just as desperately to show her all she has been missing.

“Yes,” she whispered tremulously, her body’s thirst for more taking precedence over any moral objections she might come up with if she could think straight.

A whimper of pleasure escaped when he caressed that sensitive spot again followed by a gasp as he buried his mouth between her legs and seemed to literally feast on her flesh. She should protest such an act, demand that he stop and make love to her like she was used to. But they weren’t making love, she reminded herself as she felt his finger slip inside her to join his tongue in tormenting her. This was sex and apparently the difference was anything pleasurable goes.

The dual rhythm of his tongue and finger were an impossible duo to ignore or turn away. He played her beautifully, his lips pulling on the tender skin of her folds, his tongue dipping deep, stroking harder, faster over her clitoris while that one finger found the same spot he had caressed last week. That small area that drove her to heights of ecstasy she had missed out on achieving until Mitch. Her hands fisted as he drove her to the brink then pulled back again and again, teasing her clit then retreating, stroking her sheath over and over with light pressure that stimulated but stopped short of the harder touch she needed to reach that pinnacle she attained last week and had been aching to experience again ever since.

“Mitch, please,” she whispered tremulously, ashamed to sound so needy but powerless to do anything about it.

Mitch gave in, knew she was ready and could take the hard fucking he knew he was going to need after tasting her come in his mouth. Latching onto her clit with his lips, he drew tautly on the small bundle of nerves before using his teeth to nibble. Alternating nips with suckling, it took only seconds to feel the first tremors of her orgasm around his finger and tongue and taste the first gush of her release.

Closing her eyes, she lost the struggle to keep herself braced back on her arms as pleasure flooded her body, starting between her legs and spreading upward, making her breasts swell, her nipples pulse and her heartbeat erratic. The darkness behind her closed lids suddenly lit up with bright stars from the exploding pleasure, her cries filling the room as he repeatedly brought her to climax over and over.

Mitch didn’t give her time to recover let alone think. To her shock, he left her knees draped over his shoulders as he rose above her, the position automatically elevating her hips, making it easy for him to slip into her still convulsing vagina. Her gasp as he filled her, stretched her tightly, was muffled by his mouth, his lips and tongue as demanding as his penis as he thrust into her. It took her a moment to realize the odd taste on his tongue was from her body, something that should have repulsed her. Instead, she found the intimacy of tasting herself on him highly erotic, adding to the heat he was re-igniting. With her knees leveled with her head, his body pinning her shoulders to the bed, she could do nothing but take the onslaught of his pounding strokes, utter nothing but cries of escalating pleasure as his well-aimed thrusts tossed her right back into the swirling throes of ecstasy.

Mitch tried, he really did, to temper his movements, but the feel of her tight pussy clamping around him, her juices soaking him, drove him to the brink of release without the luxury of a slow build up. He could feel her heat even through the latex barrier, and it threatened to scorch him alive. Her wide, startled eyes quickly glossed over with pleasure, her shocked gasp just as quickly turned into a cry of blissful release as she climaxed again. Her orgasm pulled his out of him. Her silken walls milked his cock as his jackhammer thrusts increased until his balls drew up so tightly they ached right before his orgasm spewed out his cockhead with such force he saw black pinpoints before his eyes.

It took him a moment to come down from the incredible high, took her groan of discomfort to remember to lower her legs, slowly to avoid giving her a cramp, and took her smile of satisfaction to tell him he was in way over his head with the wholesome girl next door.

“You’re okay?” he asked even though he could see she was.

“A little flummoxed, but definitely okay. I had no idea so much pleasure could be found from…” she stopped there, turning crimson as she realized she couldn’t finish that sentence without sounding as naïve as she felt.

“From oral sex? I loved going down on you, Hannah, tasting you, feeling you come in my mouth. Not all men do, but I haven’t met a woman who didn’t like being on the receiving end.” He smiled when that small frown appeared between her brows.

“What about men?” she asked him bluntly, refusing to back away from the subject despite the way his graphic words made her want to bury her face in his neck in shame that stemmed from how excited they made her.

“Sweetheart, there isn’t a man alive who doesn’t want a woman’s mouth on him.” If he was ever lucky enough to feel Hannah’s lush lips exploring his cock, he would make sure her hair was free of that braid and draped around his hips, could just imagine how the ends would feel caressing his body as she caressed his shaft. “Let me know when you want to reciprocate,” he said hoarsely, his semi-hard cock growing and flexing inside her with the image he had conjured up.

The feel of his penis getting big again while still inside her drew her attention away from his comment. “Again?” she squeaked in surprise.

Mitch laughed, delighted with her, then grabbed hold of the full condom as he pulled out of her with slow reluctance. “While I have no doubt I could go another round, there is absolutely no way this rubber is going to hold any more.”

Hannah watched him cover his very nice backside before padding into the bath as she gingerly stood up on wobbly legs and picked up her clothes. She wanted to think he was still clothed because he had been too impatient to have her to take the time to undress and prayed it wasn’t because he wanted to make a fast exit. She hoped Anna meant it when she told Hannah she was available to talk any time. After this evening, she needed advice from someone who knew what she was struggling with before she decided to ask Mitch for yet another one-night stand.