Mr. Mysterious: A Mister Standalone (The Mister Series Book 4) (20 page)

Focus, Cinderella.

I do not need that house, nor do I want it. But what if Pax wins and insists I call home when we’re done to set up a time to meet my dad? He cannot meet my dad! He’s
already
met my dad!

And I know damn well my uncle Vic will not play along with this. No fucking way. He’d take one look at Paxton, recognize him as Mr. Mysterious, and be on the phone to my father that same instant.

They’d probably kick his ass!

Well. They’d definitely try. But I have a lot of uncles. They’d all get in on it. Hell, Oliver would too. They would definitely kick his ass.

“Cindy,” Pax says, breaking the roleplay. “You’re just sitting there.”

“Detective,” I say, trying to give myself time to figure out how to get out of this game. “I really don’t think—”

“You’re gonna win?” He tsks his tongue. “I know you’re not going to win, Sugar. But we’re already playing. You want to be a tease? I can tease back. Now do what I say.”

“Detective,” I repeat, using my sweet acting voice. “It’s just not fair that you get to tease me first.”

“We’re teasing each other,” he says. “All you gotta do is make me come before you and you win. The more seductive you are, the more excited I get.”

The whole problem with that is he knows how I am when his dick is playing with my clit. And he knows I can make myself squirt while I masturbate. So this is basically me masturbating with his dick.

“I’m so gonna win,” I say.

But all I’m thinking is,
I’m so gonna lose.

“Here,” Pax says. “I’ll help you get started.”

“You’re so considerate,” I purr, slapping his hand away. “But you said—” Ah ha! I have a path to victory! “You said you’ll make me come squirting and you won’t even have to touch me.”

“So that’s the rule?”

I smile, smug. “That’s the rule.”

“Sugar, I’ve already won.”

I let him think that as I move into position, cupping my breasts together the way I know he loves. He’s got a lot of kinky ideas about my tits. I can tell by the way he fondles them while we fuck. He pushes them up towards my face, like he’s hoping against hope my little tongue will just dart out and—

Shit, Cindy, stop turning yourself on. You’re trying to win here.

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? Everything I can do to make him come also turns me on.

“Getting worried?” Pax asks, smirking up at me.

“Not at all.” I take his hard dick in my hands and press it up to the wet lips of my pussy. He closes his eyes, just a flicker, really, and I know I’m the one with all the power here. He won’t last. He won’t.

I move my hips up and down, just a tiny bit. Sliding my juices all over his shaft.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says.

Fuck, yeah,
I think.

But I keep going. Pressing him against my folds, desperately trying to stimulate him without hitting my sweet spot.

“You’re cheating,” he says, pushing on his cock so that the head is right where I don’t need it to be. “You have to hit the button, Sugar. That’s the rules.”

I move my hips, angling them so his tip just barely hits my clit, biting my lip so I don’t get too turned on.

“Fuck,” Pax says. “You have the prettiest pussy. So pink, and wet, and your lips fold around my dick like they want to eat it up.”

Oh, God. I actually get wetter, if that’s possible. He’s gonna dirty-talk me right into losing this game.

Don’t be stupid, Cindy. You have a mouth too. Use it
!

“You know what I love?” I purr.

“Hmmm?” Pax asks, still concentrating on how my pussy looks hugging his cock.

“The way you look at my tits.” I fist one, my other hand holding his cock tightly to my pussy so he gets the full effect of my movements. “And you know what I’ve figured out?”

“Hmmm?” he says again. “That you want me to touch you after all?”

I almost laugh. This might be easier than I thought. He’s already wishing he could touch me.

“Because,” he continues, “all I’m thinking about is how I’d like to grab your hips and drag your clit up and down my cock until you’re whining about the agony of defeat.”

He’s good. I’ll give him that. He’s damn good.

“No,” I say, bending forward and leaning down so my thighs straddle him and my tits press against his chest.

“If you stop moving, Sugar, I win by default.”

“No,” I say again, rubbing myself against him. That little lip of skin over the tip of his head bumps up against my clit and I exhale. Loudly. “I’ve figured out what you want me to do.” And then I cup my breast, bring it up to my mouth, and trace my nipple with my tongue.

I feel his dick jump as his eyes go wide.

“Fuck,” he says.

“Oh, yeah,” I moan. “Do you like it?” I lick again. “You know how this feels when I do this to your cock?” I ask. “Well,” I say, leaning all the way down into his neck so I can breathe the words into his ear. “That’s how it feels for me right now too.”

“Bitch,” he says.

“Why play the game if you never want to win? I’m going to win this one, Mr. Mysterious.”

“You stopped moving. Do that again and you forfeit.”

Asshole. I move again, but damn, if the head of his dick isn’t still
right there
. Ready to push my button.

I wince, then stop to calm down, but start back up again before he declares himself the winner.

“You’re getting weaker,” he says, maneuvering his legs so there’s even more pressure and friction. Bending his knees and bracing his feet on the bed. “I might not be able to touch you, but—” He thrust his hips—hard—so his balls slap against my ass.

“Cheater!” I squeal. But holy fuck, that feels… so…
good
. I move faster, his shaft still sliding between the lips of my pussy.

Pax closes his eyes, so I keep going. “You like that?” I ask. “You like the way my pussy feels. All wet and warm and ready for your cock. Don’t you just want to be inside me? Feel me squeeze you?”

“Keep going,” he mumbles. “Keep talking.”

God, it would be so easy to come right now. I bite my lip, trying not to let my own dirty talk be my downfall. How to win the game when losing means you get exactly what you want?

“I want to feel the slap of your balls again. I want your hard dick inside me. I want you in my mouth and I want your tongue in my pussy—”

“Do it,” he says. “Turn around and do it.”

Oh, man. I’m so gonna lose if I let his tongue touch me down there. But if I suck him off, there’s a chance I can win. “I’m gonna take you deep in my throat, Detective. I’m gonna swallow your cock and make you choke me with your come.”

His hips start grinding on me. My button is being pushed, over and over, and I know, in this moment, that if I don’t do something quick, I will explode.

So I swing my leg over his body, turn around, and position myself over the top of him. His abs are hard, like a plank. And those irresistible hip muscles, forming a V, like they are pointing to his cock, are staring me in the face. I lick them without thinking, just as his tongue flicks against my clit.

My mouth covers his dick. I suck, but only because that’s what he’s doing to me, then gasp when I realize how close I am. My head dives down, taking in his whole shaft.

“Ahhh,” he moans. “Ahhhh.” Again. “Miss Cookie, you’re a dirty whore if you can take my giant—ahhhhh—cock all the way into your throat.”

Keep talking,
I think in my head. If he’s talking, he’s not licking.

“I’m gonna come in there,” he says, practically growling the words as he thrusts his hips.

But… “Oh, fuck,” I mumble, thinking about his words.

“Sugar,” he says, thrusting his hips again, forcing himself inside me so far, I fear I will gag and ruin all the hard work I just put in. “Mumble against my cock again and this game is over.”

“Mmmmm,” I say, feeling the vibrations as they bounce off his shaft.

And then his tongue is working. And I’m humming myself into a frenzy, and my hands are underneath his balls, my fingertips searching for that tender spot around his asshole that will end this game once and for all. But my hips are out of control as he licks, I realize. I’m rocking back and forth until I find his chin and… “Oohhhhhhh…”

That word goes on forever as I come, and in the same moment, his warm, salty semen is filling my mouth, spilling out from between my lips.

“Game over,” he says, flipping me over as he fists his sticky cock so it stays hard. He hikes my hands up above my head, leans down to bite my nipple, and rams himself inside me with such force, my whole body moves. My head bumps up against the armrest of the couch.

I lift my knees up, giving him more access as he slams me with all his power. Balls against my asshole, and his lips on my mouth, kissing me and kissing me and kissing me…

We come again. I drag my fingernails down his back, making him roar.

We go still. He collapses on top of me, our hearts beating so hard, they are drums in my ears. The motion of the boat comes back to me, soothing us as the beat slows and the sea becomes music. Our hot, sweaty bodies the product of what we just composed.

“I win,” he says. “I win.”

“No,” I say, and snuggle up to his chest when he angles his body towards mine and puts his arms around me. “We both won.”

Chapter Twenty-Two - Paxton

I didn’t think she’d be so competitive, to be honest. I figured she’d call me ridiculous and we’d fuck around some more, then I’d just pound her against the wall.

Which is still not a bad idea, and I might be ready for another round real soon.

But… she did try real hard to win. And it’s not the house.

Nope. I have a feeling Cinderella Vaughn is not the kind of girl who gives a fuck about owning a house. She was living in a trailer on the beach and seemed perfectly content.

She really doesn’t want me to meet her family. And maybe later, when I’m not so happy and content, I might have to think about that some more. But right now I’m just gonna chalk it up to being some kind of Daddy’s girl and let it go.

“I love your boat,” Cindy says.

“Just wait,” I mumble back, unable to open my eyes. “The other one is so much nicer. We could sail around the world on that one.”

“That would be perfect. Alone with you for months and months,” she says, her voice barely audible. She’s tired. Hell, I’m tired. But we need to get going.

“I want nothing more than to lie here with you, but BRB.”

I get out of bed, clean up in the head, then get a hot washcloth and go back to Cindy so I can wipe her sweaty face down. “Thank you,” she says. But I’m not done. I open her legs up and wipe her inner thighs, then her glistening pussy. God, I’d like to fuck her again so bad. As soon as we get home, first thing on my agenda.

I lean down and kiss her on the lips. She wakes up just enough to kiss me back, and then I whisper, “I’m gonna change the heading and take us back to the marina. Stay here and sleep.”

She sighs softly, then tucks her hands under her cheek and goes still.

I go up to the cockpit and change course, lingering a little, looking out at the vast emptiness of ocean, contemplative. After a few minutes we are heading back towards land, and it’s weird how you can be looking at the end of the world one minute and civilization the next. We’re not that far from shore. Only about an hour away. But it strikes me how easy it is to unplug. Disconnect. Become disconnected.

Isn’t that what Cindy does? Isn’t that why she lived in that trailer in what amounts to a parking lot? She likes her freedom. I hadn’t really articulated it in my head when I offered up my house as her prize tonight. But this underlying difference between us isn’t money. It’s expectations. Or maybe just what you’re willing to settle for.

Cindy is happy in her little trailer. She made that perfectly clear when we drove out there to get her clothes. It’s a nice enough place, I guess. It’s clean, and cozy. Decorated in a beachy cottage kind of way. Girly, if pressed to come up with a better description. Something she is and isn’t at the same time.