Hannah & the Dom Next Door (2 page)
Colin was pounding into her now, taking her pussy faster, harder, his face flushed with his impending climax. Olivia’s face was also red and damp and it was obvious she was using all her concentration on pleasing him to keep from climaxing before she had permission. Mitch had no problem taking advantage of a well behaved sub and dipped deeper into her mouth, waiting while she stroked around his rigid girth then pulled back again but not completely out. The air felt cool around his damp root, heightening his pleasure and urging him back into the warm recess of her sucking mouth. He went deeper yet, his cockhead bumping her throat before he shifted and slid past, allowing her to briefly deep throat him. Conscious of her discomfort, he pulled back quickly then set up a fast rhythm, his hands gripping the edge of the bench to anchor himself as he felt his climax rush up from his balls.
Mitch and Colin shouted simultaneously, their cocks pumping Olivia’s orifices over and over as they spewed their pleasure inside her. Her soft mewling cries, taut nipples and damp labia were proof of her own need and as they both pulled out of her, Colin rasped, “Now, Livie, come for us now.” Grabbing hold of her swollen engorged clit, he milked that small appendage until she was crying out and gushing in pleasure.
Watching a woman orgasm was a pleasure in itself and Olivia climaxed beautifully. Her glistening body shook, her glazed eyes rolled back and her soft cries made both men smile. With so much pleasure had by all three of them, Mitch had no reason to feel let down, no explanation for why he thanked both Colin and Olivia and left the club, calling it a night earlier than he has ever done. Getting into his truck, he turned out of the club’s gravel parking lot onto the highway and headed back into Lexington. The thirty minute drive from Casey’s to his home in one of the city’s older, more established neighborhoods had always been a time to wind down from the evening’s activities and mentally make plans for Sunday, lately his only day off, but nothing he came up with seemed to hold much appeal.
Irritated with himself, he pulled into his drive, more than ready for a stiff night cap before turning in. The front room light shining brightly from his neighbors window drew his attention, reminding him Mary’s widowed niece was supposed to arrive this weekend to housesit for the summer while Mary and her partner, Patty, were touring Europe. Neighbors for just over ten years now, he had befriended the women when they hired him to completely gut and remodel their home. During the three month renovation, something the hundred year old two-story brick Tudor had been in desperate need of from new wiring and plumbing to cosmetic updating, he had heard very little about Hannah, the daughter of Mary’s deceased sister, other than the deep affection Mary had for her. Right now, he couldn’t think of anything he wanted to do less tomorrow than introduce himself to an Amish widow who was probably a prudish, stick up the ass bible thumper. Still, he did promise Mary, and, as far as neighbors went, she and Patty were the best.
After finishing their renovation, they had not only paid him more than he bid, but had plied him with home-cooked meals for several weeks when he fell off a scaffold while on another job and broke his arm. With mischievous grins, they told him they’d even make the supreme sacrifice of helping him out of his clothes. Had they been serious, and not into each other, he would’ve taken them up on their offer despite the fifteen year gap in their ages. He’d never been into older women, but there were exceptions to every rule. The couple knew they could contact him day or night if they needed anything just as he knew they would be there for him if he ever needed them to be. As far as neighbors went, he couldn’t ask for better, and for that reason, he would go over tomorrow and meet Mary’s niece and hope she wasn’t the preachy sort.
Mitch woke later than usual the next morning and after fixing an omelet, downing three cups of coffee, going through an hour workout in his gym room then taking a really long shower, it was mid-afternoon and he decided he couldn’t put off going next door any longer. Just a quick stop-over, only long enough to let her know she could call him with any problems, he told himself as he stepped out into the bright, warm afternoon. All the homes on this street were considered stately mansions between a hundred and a hundred and fifty years ago and only the elite of Lexington’s society had once called these few blocks theirs. Now, most of the homes have been refurbished, including his, from top to bottom and were owned by upper middle-class families. The individual character built into each home, making it unique, appealed to the contractor in him and was what made this area one of several sought after neighborhoods. Houses like his and Mary’s rarely came up for sale and when they did they sold quickly.
His driveway abutted Mary’s and was shaded from the decades old pin oaks that towered majestically over their roofs, their full leafed limbs spreading wide enough to lend some welcome cooling shade across the green lawns all summer long. Their drives led side by side to their unattached garages in the back and as Mitch glanced down them, the sight that greeted him had his lips quirking with humor. Mary’s open garage door afforded him an unobstructed view of a nicely rounded ass bent over the raised hood of the car parked inside. Walking down the drive, he took note of her calf length, dull brown skirt, short white socks and tennis shoes. Strange attire for working on a car engine, let alone for early June and a temperature of eighty-five degrees.
Muttering from under the hood greeted him as he strode up behind her and noticed the book, Auto Mechanics for Dummies, opened on the side. Hair with every shade of brown woven through it lay down her back in a tightly woven braid and as those lush hips shifted in impatience and aggravation, the lengthy plait slid over her side until a greased hand flipped it back irritably.
“Ooooh, gosh darn it!”
Gosh darn it
? Mitch couldn’t help it. His mouth split into a wide grin at the innocent explicative as he offered neighborly, “Need any help?”
Her head jerked up and smacked against the hood, making her stomp her foot and repeat, “Oh, double gosh darn it!” before turning to face him.
It wasn’t often Mitch was struck dumb by a woman, but looking down at that grease smeared face with loose tendrils of hair clinging damply to her cheek and into wide silvery/blue eyes, he found himself not only taken aback by how young Mary’s niece looked, but by his instant, cock hardening reaction to the arousing contrast between her innocent, fey looks and a full, mouth-watering figure that her loose, drab clothing couldn’t disguise. Son of a bitch but the woman packed a wallop. The clothing gave one indication of where the term, ‘Plain People’, came from, but there was nothing plain about those striking eyes or the full, soft lips parted on a startled gasp. Between that fuckable mouth that inspired lust filled fantasies, those odd colored eyes that dominated her face and the nicely rounded, full breasts her plain white blouse couldn’t hide, Mary’s niece stirred his libido in a way he has missed lately which in turn aroused his interest in a way he hasn’t felt in the past few months. Unfortunately, he was pretty sure Mary wouldn’t appreciate the thoughts running through his head right now and given the woman frowning up at him was Amish, he reined in both his thoughts and his lust as he held out his hand.
“Mitch Burnett. I live next door and promised Mary I’d check in on you.”
“Did you also promise her you’d sneak up and give me a heart attack?” Despite the scare his unexpected presence gave her, Hannah smiled and took his hand before she remembered the grease. “Oh, I’m sorry! Let me get you a rag.”
Rubbing his palm down his jean-clad thigh, Mitch replied, “Don’t worry about it. These jeans are ready for the laundry anyway. You’re Hannah?”
“Hannah Hershberger, Mary’s niece. It’s nice of you to come over.”
If she knew what he was thinking, she wouldn’t think he was so nice, Mitch thought as he willed his cock to behave. Since when did he get a boner from looking at a pretty face and touching a soft hand? On one hand, his physical response was a welcome change from the past months of relative indifference towards anyone of the opposite sex, but on the other, considering the odds of him getting under that skirt, he wasn’t pleased with his body’s choice to be reawakened to.
Nodding towards the car, he asked, “What seems to be the problem?” As far as he knew, Mary hadn’t been having any trouble with the Mustang. The bright yellow sporty convertible fit Mary perfectly but she was flamboyantly open and carefree, not shy about flaunting her gay lover and dressed in brightly colored clothes that fit and showcased her slender figure to its advantage, a far cry from her prim and proper niece whom he could easily picture driving a horse and buggy.
Hannah blew at the few wisps of hair that escaped her braid to avoid smearing her face any worse and sighed in frustration. “It won’t start. I turn the key and…nothing.”
“Did you try jumping the battery? It’s been sitting awhile.” The blush that stole across her cheeks told him she hadn’t thought of the simplest solution first before diving under the hood. “Get in and I’ll tell you when to try it.” Entering the garage, he acted as if it was no big deal and quickly found Mary’s jump box and attached the cables to the battery. “Okay, turn her on.” Now why did that simple statement have his cock twitching again? He was going to have to keep his distance this summer if he couldn’t control his thoughts and his reaction to them any better than this.
The sound of the engine purring to life both elated Hannah and made her cringe in embarrassment. She spent the better part of an hour poking around in the engine while searching through her book for solutions. Now she felt like the dummy the book was named after. If that wasn’t bad enough, her reaction to Mitch, a total stranger, was startling as well as unsettling. Despite being married for ten years, she had little experience with men and limited experience when it came to purely physical attraction. The warm gush she experienced between her legs when she had taken his hand while his dark brown eyes were giving her a blatant look of approval was something she had only felt when making love with Caleb, her husband, and had never gone further than that tingling sensation that hinted at more to come but never followed through.
Getting out of the car, she tried to sound nonchalant as she quipped, “Guess I’m beyond dumb, huh? Thanks for your help.”
“No, not at all. Rookie mistake. Mary said you hail from an Amish community. I don’t suppose you have much experience with cars. Do you even know how to drive?”
His look held interest and mild curiosity instead of derision which Hannah was used to. In this day and age of modern technology, the Amish lifestyle was considered more of an anomaly than ever. Without going into too much detail, she answered, “I was raised Beachy Amish, the most progressive order and yes, I have my license, but I rarely drove and I never learned any of the mechanics of my car. I thought now was as good a time as any, especially if I want to get to the store or anywhere else.”
Mitch had to admire the way she attempted what must have seemed an insurmountable problem on her own and the way she didn’t let her embarrassment keep her from looking at him in a straightforward manner. Pretty, sexy and admirable, a lethal package, one that was wrapped up tight by her moral upbringing. Yeah, he was definitely going to have to keep his distance.
“Drive around for a bit to give the battery time to charge fully and let me know if I can help with anything else.”
Mitch turned and headed back to his house, feeling those eyes on him until he rounded the corner, making him fervently hope she wouldn’t need help with anything else. He never pursued a woman he knew, or even suspected, wouldn’t be interested in a dominate sexual relationship, no matter how much she stirred both his interest and his cock, refusing to waste the time and effort on pursuing a relationship that could only come to a dead end. But given his immediate, strong reaction to Hannah after months of having little to no interest in pursuing any type of relationship, he figured it would be best if she didn’t tempt him down that dead end road.
Chapter Two
Hannah watched Mitch walk back up the drive, her palms sweaty, the unaccustomed pressure in her breasts along with that mysterious, warm sensation between her legs making her hope he would surprise her with another visit soon. Her embarrassment over not thinking to check Aunt Mary’s car battery before diving under the hood paled in comparison to the flush of awareness she was still experiencing over meeting her neighbor. The only time she had felt these strong sensations was when she was in bed with her husband, and just like all those times, she was left with the fleeting impression she was on the cusp of something more, that the sensations moving like molten lava through her veins were just a prelude to something…bigger. But Caleb had actually been touching her, his body moving inside hers, the direct contact with his hard body the cause of those sensations. Mitch had done nothing but stand close to her, briefly hold her hand and look at her as if he’d like to devour her, slowly, inch by inch. That image started her pacing in front of the still running car, her mind in turmoil, her body still tingling in places that have never tingled for anyone except Caleb.
At five foot nine, Caleb had topped her by four inches, but she had to crane her neck way back in order to look at Mitch’s face, putting him at two or three inches over six feet. It was surprising how much more feminine his towering height made her feel, almost as surprising as her physical response to him was. She thought her desire for male companionship had died with her husband, but now, two and a half years later, to find that wasn’t so gave her a heady if somewhat confused feeling.
Her decision to leave Ohio, and the Amish lifestyle she had been raised in, wasn’t made lightly or came easily, but she had begun to chafe under the strict rules and restrictions of Caleb’s community before his death and without him as a buffer, she found herself floundering. If she wasn’t destined for motherhood, then she decided there had to be something more for her, something she couldn’t get from staying. She loved her grandparents, who raised her after her parent’s death in a drunken hit and run buggy/car accident when she was but five years old. She had close friends, in-laws and a deep seated belief in her faith, all of which she swore she would retain even though she was trading the simpler life of her people for the more complicated life of modern day society. When her grandparents, and some of the elders, had started hinting, rather strongly, that it was time she consider remarrying and that she should give some consideration to widower Matthew Yoder’s pursuit, she knew it was time to act on the need that had been plaguing her since Caleb’s death to make a life for herself away from her well-meaning community. That new life she envisioned seeking had not included getting involved with another man, at least not any time soon. Meeting Mitch Burnett disabused, rather quickly and forcefully, that notion.
