Circuit Breakers (Contract Negotiations) (2 page)

His hand traveled down my body to my knee, making me gasp in anticipation. It inched its way under the hem of my sundress and stroked my thigh, lightly, as he drew lazy circles. I groaned, and he chuckled at my impatience. The deep timber of his voice vibrated through my body and ended in the vee between my legs.

Mitch’s tongue plundered the recesses of my mouth as his finger made contact with the edge of my panties. I think my heart ceased beating. I know my breath hitched and my body stilled, as it waited for the relief it knew Mitch could give.

He paused his exploration to kiss down my neck to the opening of my dress, then further down, nosing his way to the inside lobe of my engorged breast. When he unbuttoned my dress and exposed my breasts, I felt the air flutter over my naked flesh. He bent his head and circled my nipple with his wet mouth making my nipple stand straight out. When I felt the warmth of his tongue as he suckled, I nearly came off of his lap. Sensation rocked me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. It was exquisite torture to sit quietly as ministered to my hardened peaks. He released my breast, returning to my lips. Mitch kisses took my ability to think clearly to a complete standstill.

Mitch moved his fingers to the edge of my panties on my hip. With each reflex of his fingers, his quest took him farther around the edge of my panties starting at my hip, to my rear, then so much closer to my center.

I let my head fall back slightly, eyes closed, so I could breathe and savor the sensations as he rubbed the back of his fingers over the crotch of my panties. His lips slid to my neck, and I felt the slight sting of his teeth as he nipped, then soothed my sensitive flesh. My hips jerked when the back of his fingers made an upward stroke along my sopping underwear. I gasped when he increased the pressure of the nip and stroke of his tongue with that of the pressure applied to my clit. With my desire running rampant, I grabbed his hair with both hands and joined our lips, becoming the marauder of his tantalizing tongue.

I tried to grind into him, the pleasure jolting through my body as I made closer contact with his hardened flesh I groaned in aggravation and nipped his neck, making him growl deep in his chest and the pressure of his fingers more insistent.

His touch sent me quivering and gasping, but I held on to my need to taste him as I worked my lips over his jaw, and then his earlobe.

Mitch clutched my ass, and then moved downward, taking my panties off before he eased his fingers to my lips. I halted all movement, as I waited for his next move. When he moved one finger to my clit, and then used his other fingers to part me, I ground myself backwards into his hand while I drug my fingernails into his shoulders.

Arching up again into him and back down again, repeating the first glide, we both held our breaths.

My head fell back, when he thrust his long finger into me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground myself into the palm of his hand, needing more.

“Oh, Mitch, please,” I whimpered.

Trapped, I couldn’t move my hips as much as I wanted, but Mitch moved his talented fingers. Forward then back again, making sounds come from within me I didn’t know I could make, as my body arched backward.

Reclaiming my lips, Mitch inserted another finger in my heat and mimicked the movement of his fingers with the movement of his tongue, and I felt the tension start to build. A tension I’d not felt this intensely, even before my divorce. Hell, it could have been even before my marriage.

My breath quickened, as well as, my heart rate.  I could only think of the amazing sensations Mitch was creating in me and suddenly it shattered. I shattered. Arching my back and curling my toes in my stiff shoes, I climaxed quicker than I’d wanted to.

When he broke the connection and rested his head on my shoulder, both of us were breathless, but I was a little confused. Still stroking between my legs, I didn’t know if I’d be able to catch my breath.

“
Syd,” he said, as his lips slid to my ear lobe. “Come back with me to my office. Let’s finish what we started. There’s so much more I’d like to experience with you. It’s just around the corner. I’ll drive.”

My heart squeezed a bit along with my stomach.

He continued to stroke me in wider circles . . .slower.

“Yes,” was the only response I
made. Even though he had skillfully taken the edge off my passion, I wanted more from him.

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4

Before I knew what was happening, I’d been moved and maneuvered until Mitch was in the driver’s seat. My short stature made it only too easy for his large frame. He leaned back across and kissed me again. Stroking my breast in the process, he had me buckled in and the car started, before I could register what had happened. My brain swirled, as I tried to regain my senses.

Mitch wasn’t joking about his office being around the corner. We didn’t even enter the street, as he eased my car around the corner of the coffee shop, down a side alley, and then turned into a larger alley/parking area behind another row of buildings, which were all in the oldest section of town.

Putting the car in park, Mitch leaned forward slightly and looked up toward the top of the two-storied structure.

“I’ve lived upstairs for a few months now,” he said, as he turned slightly toward me and grasped my hand.

I could only nod, still half breathless from our hot interlude and the fact that we were sitting outside his living area apparently. Oh, shit!  What the hell was I doing?  Before I could blink or even clear my throat, Mitch raised my hand to his lips. He turned my palm over and kissed it softly, repeatedly to the tips of my fingers, before he sucked one into his mouth. I think I stopped breathing, as the familiar intensity that had waned between my legs, roared back to life. I could only close my eyes and become a noodle. But only momentarily…

Mitch was leaning across the console again, kissing me back to thrumming existence, as he released my seatbelt, nibbled my neck, and caressed my breast.

“I want you, Sydney,” he murmured. “I’ve wanted you since I answered your call.”

If that wasn’t a melting factor, I don’t know what was.

“Let me unlock the door,” he said, and quickly exited the car, heading to the back door.

This was happening so quickly. Mitch was deft with his lock and was to my side of the car, opening the door, before I could form words.  But I’m not sure words were needed, as he took my hand and helped me exit the car. He proceeded to move into me all at the same time, bending down so his lips could meet mine. Still unsteady on my feet, his kisses left me breathless. His tongue parried with mine as he pulled my body into his. He held me so close I don’t think air could get between us.

“Sweetest lips,” he whispered, then turned and led me inside, pausing only long enough to lock the door.

“Mitch,” I said, finally finding my voice. “I’ve never done this,” I confessed, when he closed the door behind us. Not since the end of my ten year marriage had I even dated, let alone gone home with someone else. I found myself standing in the middle of a room, when my eyes finally adjusted to the dimness.

Mitch moved behind me and wrapped his long arms around my waist, pulling me backwards into his body. He bent and placed his lips under my ear, then using his tongue and lips, began sweet torture.  I wrapped my arms around his, more to help me keep standing as his nearness made my knees weak.  Mitch moved one of his hands slowly over a breast, down my abdomen, and then back up and pulled the top of my dress down. 

“I know,” he finally replied. “Trust me.”

Turning as quickly as I could, I placed my lips on his. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I strained to press against him as much as I could.

He growled as if frustrated, then bent down to pick me up, as if my ample curves weighed nothing. He lifted me, pressing me against him at the same time, before taking a few steps to wedge me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and relished his hard body pressing into mine where I needed it most and moaned. My dress bunched up as he ran his hands up the outer sides of both of my thighs. I nervously moved my hands to the front of his denim shirt and started opening buttons, slowly, so I could reach more skin. But only briefly…Mitch’s thrust between my legs made my fuzzy brain kick back off-line. Gasping, I grabbed his shoulders and yanked him closer. “Please, Mitch,” I said under my breath, or so I thought.

“Yes, ma’am,” he drawled.

Letting me stand momentarily, he removed my dress and let it fall to the floor, while his lips skimmed my neck. His hands glided on my bare skin, sending a hot surge of sensation racing through my body. I was panting in between nipping his flesh and withering, as I clung to his body. Never had I ached this much so quickly.

I scratched my nails over one of his nipples, causing Mitch to groan. I felt powerful knowing I could affect him as much as he affected me. Just as I was going to run my tongue over all that muscular chest, he wrapped his arms around me slid his hands under my ass, and lifted me in the air, again. I giggled, and he chuckled before pressing me against the wall as leverage to get a better hold. The friction sent zings streaking across my senses, and I moaned, which made his chuckle turn to a growl.

Still held against the wall, he thrust his hips upward into my inviting juncture. I could feel the building tension and knew if he pushed any harder, I’d explode before he even entered me. My arms snaked around his neck and planted a wet, passionate kiss on his lips while pressing the heel of my foot against his tight, muscled ass.

“Giddy up,” I giggled into his mouth.

“You keep that up and we won’t make it,” he hissed between clenched teeth.

I adjusted my legs around his hips as he moved toward a door. Mitch hesitated a second, when I lapped my tongue slowly around his ear, blowing gently, but he never faltered.

I reached down between us and cupped him. He froze and hissed. I flexed my thigh muscles to give my hand more room, and stroked him through
his jeans.

Mitch placed me in the middle of his bed, coming to rest in the cradle of my hips where he fit perfectly as he resumed his kisses, skin tingled where my nipples rubbed his chest but I needed more. Running my hands over his chest then abdomen, I found a fine dusting of hair ran from just beneath his navel toward into his jeans, and it sent my blood pounding.

I panted as he inched down to latch on to my breast with his delectable lips. Pausing only seconds before descending lower between my legs, he removed the remainder of my clothing as he progressed. When his hands began to slowly slide back up my thighs, I couldn’t stand it any longer. The need to see all of him and feel him filling my body was too intense to wait.

“Mitch,” I whispered, breathlessly. “I need to see you. All of you!”

His lopsided grin inched up the corner of his mouth, and the twinkle in his eye was unmistakable as Mitch rose up to stand at the end of the bed. Reaching up, he ran his hands across his chest, and then slowly moved them down his abdomen toward his jeans. My eyes were glued to his hands on their journey lower, making my breath speed up in anticipation. He released the first button, and then paused as he waited for my eyes to meet his. His eyes were burning with passion and unbridled desire. He swiftly bent and freed the rest of his body from his clothing. When he straightened again, I gasped, as my eyes drank in his perfection. Corded muscles rippled over his perfect abdomen, and each flex made the light dance off his toned, tan skin.

My gaze slowly lowered to see if he was all perfection. O.M.G! My eyes froze for a couple of seconds before glancing quickly to his eyes, then returning to his erection. He was larger in diameter than my wrist. Heat rushed through my body and moisture pooled at the juncture of my thighs.

Slowly, I rose to my knees and moved to the end of the bed in front of him. Reaching out, my hand encircled his girth. On a leisurely downward stroke to his base, where my fingers wouldn’t meet, Mitch moaned, which made me ache. His look of pleasure and loss of control was something I wanted to see fully, not just this pregame show.

My eyes skimmed up his magnificently muscled body to his face and found his eyes closed. As if sensing my gaze, he opened those blue jewels, which were almost black with passion. He held me in his gaze, as I angled my lips over the tip of his erection and slowly slid my mouth over and down the hard length of him. I could feel my eyes glaze at the silky feel of all that rock hardness. His eyes closed, again, for a brief moment, before pulling me up and under him, pinning me to the mattress as he shifted.

“I want to be inside of you when I come.”

Instead of disappointing, Mitch’s words fueled my desire.

His mouth and tongue took a casual trip over my breasts, abdomen, and hips, finally settling on my throbbing center. My breath stilled as I struggled with the exquisite sensations flooding my body. I could feel the tension building and screaming to be let loose as he worked his magic. Mitch’s tongue moved to the hardened nub, nearly making me come off of the mattress. My eyes closed and gripped the sheets as my body tightened. His fingers entered me as he worked my clit, and I felt myself shatter.

When my tremors subsided, Mitch slithered his body up mine, making me feel every delectable inch of him and reawakening my passion. His erection pressed against my softness and I squirmed under him. He rocked his hips against me and I felt the tip at the opening of my heat. I sucked in my breath when I felt him push further in, stretching me slightly. He rocked backwards making the pressure lessen. I wanted more.