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The Belle Epoque-style casino was too beautiful for words, I could see why it was known as one of the best casinos in the world. I felt like we walked into a spy movie set, everything was lavish and sophisticated. Much like the hotel we stayed at, the casino was decorated with paintings, sculptures, and heavily golden accents.
There were various gaming options, from an array of slot machines, roulette, poker, Black Jack, and Punto Banco to name a few. I didn't know much about gambling but Mitchell, I learned in Vegas, knew quite a bit so to warm me up, we first tried our luck at roulette.
Back in Las Vegas, I got lucky and won a good amount of money when I betted on the number twelve, which was Mitchell's birthdate, so I thought I would do the same but wasn't that lucky this time around.
"Joder!" I disappointedly cursed under my breath when I lost all my chips.
"You win some, you lose some," Mitchell tried to console me when he placed an arm around my shoulder, "It's just for fun, don't beat yourself up about it. Just be happy you only lost a few hundred Euros."
I huffed and my competitive alter ego got the better of me, "Number twelve worked when I hated you."
Mitchell needed a couple of seconds before he registered what I meant, "Pardon? You hated me when we were in Vegas?" he asked as if it was a surprise to him.
"Obviously," I replied immediately.
"Really?" He sounded a little wounded, "I thought we were friends by the time we reached Vegas."
I crinkled my nose, "Ew, no."
"But we had a good time, didn't we?" He was still pressed on the topic.
"Yes, we did but I..." I trailed off and thought it over for a second, "Fine, I didn't hate you but if I had one glass of water and you were in a desert dying, then I would've given it to the camels."
"Thanks," Mitchell sulked.
"But..." I smiled a little too widely, "I love you now and I'd even give you my glass of water... half full, but I'd share."
Mitchell shook his head but smiled nevertheless. He changed the subject and downed the whiskey he drank before he stood up and offered me his hand. "Let me teach you something else."
"You don't need to teach me how to give you a blowjob, I think I can do well on my own," I said and didn't take his hand.
Mitchell looked at me as if he were bored with my comeback. I sighed, placed my hand in his, and followed him through the large, vast casino floor.
Mitchell led me to a curved table that had seven seats, behind which a dealer stood dressed formally in a black vest, bowtie, and white shirt. The table was empty and the dealer counted chips behind the table.
"You've learned roulette, now let me teach you how to play BlackJack," Mitchell said and, with my hand in his, we made our way to the table.
Mitchell pulled out a chair for me before he proceeded to take a seat next to me. The dealer stopped what he was doing and politely smiled, "Bonsoir, Monsieur." He nodded at me, "Madame."
"Good evening," I greeted with a smile and he immediately changed to English when he caught onto my accent.
"Would you like to place a bet?" he asked.
Mitchell held up his finger and signaled for a moment. He turned to me and explained the game, "The objective of the game is for the player to get near a total of twenty-one before the dealer. Each card holds its numerical value apart from Jacks, Kings, or Queens, which hold the value of ten. An Ace can either be one or eleven, the player can choose based on the value of cards he has been dealt already."
"So, if you get a Jack and an Ace, you win?" I asked.
"Exactly," he grinned and seemed quite excited about the game, "I knew you were a quick learner."
"And what happens if you exceed twenty-one?" I asked.
"It's a bust, you lose," Mitchell replied.
The game sounded easy enough and I was a quick learner, so I was eager to watch Mitchell play and learn from him. I stared at him with a small grin and couldn't help but find him extremely sexy when he taught me new things.
"You're so sexy when you get into teacher mode," I brushed my fingers over his arm.
"Behave, Mila," he said under his breath, "Not now."
Mitchell pulled out his credit card and handed it to the dealer, "Two thousand," he instructed and the dealer walked off.
I raised my brows, "You're starting big."
Mitchell shook his head, "Not really," he turned to me with a smile, "It's just for fun, let's not count every dime and penny."
"Alright," I mumbled.
Your money, your rules.
The dealer was back with multicolored chips and slid them over to Mitchell. There were markings on the green-colored surface, each with different values to place bets on. Mitchell started and bet a thousand while the dealer placed his cards in a shuffler machine.
"Ready?" the dealer asked as he was about to deal the cards.
Mitchell had his elbow on the table and wore a serious expression as he mindlessly rubbed his thumb over the stubble that covered his jaw. His other hand rested at the back of my chair and I leaned closer towards him so I got a closer look at how the game went.
The woodsy, musky tones of his cologne engulfed me with his natural fresh scent and body heat. I was so close to him that my bare arm brushed against the fabric of his button-down shirt. I wasn't sure how I was going to concentrate on learning the game when Mitchell looked the way he did and sat so close to me.
Just as the dealer was about to commence, a woman took a seat two chairs away from Mitchell. She looked like a very wealthy socialite and appeared to be in her late twenties or early thirties. The tailored silk dress with a halter strap design was no doubt designer, the choker around her neck was certainly made of diamonds and matched the large rock on her right hand's ring finger.
Her strawberry blonde, sleek, straight hair sat around her shoulders and complimented her bright green eyes, full red lips, and small pixie nose. There was no doubt she was beautiful but that hadn't bothered me, what irritated me was the way her beady eyes openly checked out Mitchell.
Another one.
"Bonjour," she greeted Mitchell and pretended as if I didn't exist.
Mitchell nodded politely and shifted a little closer to me. He glanced at me with a small grin and wink before he gestured for a bartender who'd served us earlier to bring him another drink.
Mitchell brought his lips to my ear, "Do you want anything?"
I innocently placed my hand on his lap and looked at him from under my lashes, "I'm good for now."
Mitchell's eyes dropped to my hand with an amused expression and looked up at me, "At least let me play one game before you play with," he lowered his eyes to his crotch, "him."
I raised both brows, chewed on my bottom lip, and smirked as I asserted a little pressure on his thigh, "I don't eat any form of meat but I'll see what I can do for you."
Mitchell leaned in and his breath over my face when he spoke with a small smirk, "Dinner was great but you know..." His eyes dropped to my lap, "How much more I prefer dessert."
At his response, my mind pictured a very dirty image of Mitchell's lips over the area that ached for him and that got my heart racing. My thoughts, however, were put to an abrupt halt when the game of Black Jack began.
The woman bet the same amount as Mitchell but also had more chips at her disposal beside her. Mitchell's whiskey arrived and with that a martini for the blonde woman whose eyes were way too friendly towards Mitchell.
She gestured to the table and her eyes were solely focused on Mitchell, "Allons-nous commencer?"
Mitchell offered a polite grin and, after he took a sip of the whiskey, gestured towards the table with his hand, "Après vous."
Great, now they're speaking French.
The woman seemed pleased by Mitchell's French and I wanted to wave my hand in front of her face so she knew that I was right there, next to the man she shamelessly eye-fucked.
The dealer placed two cards in front of Mitchell and another two in front of the woman while he kept his one card hidden. I totaled the value on Mitchell's bet, his six and three totaled nine while the woman's seven and three left her one digit ahead of Mitchell.
The dealer glanced at the pair and Mitchell wore a straight face as he gestured with his finger and said, "Hit me."
The woman asked for the same and by the end of that round, the dealer ended up with more than twenty-one, Mitchell with seventeen, and the woman twenty-two which meant that Mitchell won that round.
I grinned but Mitchell wasn't fazed by the win as he placed another higher bet. The game was interesting but it didn't hold the same excitement roulette held for me, although Mitchell was in his element.
"Hit me," he gestured with his index finger again as he took a sip of his drink.
Mitchell won another round and the woman came close but her passive expression showed she wasn't bothered by her losses, which told me she was indeed wealthy. She smiled at Mitchell as she took a bite of her olive, "Bien joué, Monsieur?"
"Mitchell," Mitchell replied and I wanted to smack him for being nice.
"Mitchell," she nodded, "Je m'appelle Darcey."
"Ravi de vous rencontrer, Da-" Mitchell abruptly cut himself short when he glanced my way and I wore a straight face.
He cleared his throat and handed his credit card to the dealer, "Let's up the stakes a little."
"You good?" He turned to me and I got the scent of whiskey from his breath.
"Très bien, mon amour," I flashed him a tight-lipped smile.
"Are you sure?" Mitchell's arched brow and tone told me he wasn't convinced.
"Claro que si," I replied with a slight edge to my tone.
Mitchell hid a threatening smile, "That's Spanish, mi amor."
I was so used to Spanish as my second language that I mixed up the two but in my defense, I knew as much French as the average English-speaking person knew Greek.
I narrowed my eyes at him and pulled away but he placed his hand on my bare thigh under the table. His fingers dug into my skin and he gently squeezed, "Where do you think you're going?"
I sighed, "This game is a little boring."
The whiskey seemed to have taken over, as his eyes were slightly bloodshot and he was extra touchy and flirty all of a sudden.
"One more and..." He leaned forward and brought his lips to my ear. "We'll leave so I can finally fuck you."
His dirty words picked up the beat of my heart and my stomach clenched with eagerness. His hand that slowly trailed up my thigh and the way he looked at me through hooded eyes didn't help my situation.
I moved my hand that casually sat on his thigh further upwards, slowly until it reached over his crotch. He arched a brow when my fingers barely touched the surface of his trousers and with his eyes, Mitchell warned me to stop.
Mitchell should've known better than to assume I'd listen and, with my eyes firmly fixed on his, I exerted pressure and slowly rubbed my hands over him. Mitchell's tensed leg muscles did their best not to squirm in his seat and played it off cool, but the more I rubbed over him, the harder it seemed for him to sit still and his slightly dilated pupils didn't how affected he was.
"Mila," he warned under his breath.
I applied gentle pressure but felt the evidence in his pants from the mere slow movements of my hand. As his restraint slipped further, Mitchell swallowed and his pupils dilated. He reached for his drink and threw the remaining down before he grabbed my hand under the table and shot a glare my way.
I innocently smiled at him and ran my tongue over my lips before I whispered, "Just a little trial run."
He licked over his lips, swallowed, and glanced at my lips before his eyes slowly met my teasing gaze. "You know," he softly said as his hand moved over to my thigh, where he trailed his fingers around to my inner thigh, "Two can play this game."
I inhaled sharply and gulped when his fingers moved further upwards towards my core area. My skin felt as if it was on fire and I clenched my thighs as his fingertips grazed over the apex of my inner thigh, dangerously close to my panties.
Our moment was abruptly interrupted when Darcey said something in French and Mitchell pulled away with a frown. I exhaled and composed myself, he barely even touched me and I was already needy and flustered.
"Pardon?" Mitchell asked Darcey.
Her eyes met mine for the first time since she arrived before she looked back at Mitchell and spoke in English this time, "Your friend doesn't want to play? She seems bored."
"We can share our chips with her, if..." she trailed off and what she left unsaid boiled my blood.
Mitchell didn't like what she insinuated either because his jaw clenched and a deep scowl sat on his face. To me, she seemingly thought I was some gold-digging arm candy that was only with Mitchell for status and his wealth.
Well, I'm more than happy to prove her wrong.
What pissed me off more was that if my and Mitchell's roles were reversed, she would've never assumed that Mitchell was with me because I was supposedly rich. But, because I was a woman, she automatically doubted me.
"If my girlfriend wants to play, I can-" before Mitchell completed his words, I pulled out my credit card from my little clutch bag and tossed it on the table.
I made sure the name 'Mila Bandera Brinson' was clear enough for the poodle next to Mitchell to see.
"Ten thousand," I stated and the dealer looked at Mitchell for confirmation. I snapped my fingers in front of him, "Don't look at him, that's my card and I'm asking for chips worth ten thousand Euros."
"And while you're at it, everyone's drinks at this table are on me," I glanced at Darcey, "Including the lady."
"Mila," Mitchell said under his breath, "You don't have to prove anything to anyone."
I turned to Mitchell and made sure my eyes glanced at the woman, whose smugness died down, and said loud enough so she could hear, "I'm Dr. Mila Brinson and sometimes I like to embrace it."
"Don't worry about dimes and pennies, we're just having fun." I glanced once more at her and flashed a sweet smile.
The dealer placed two cards in front of me and I understood enough of the game to know what to do next. I felt Mitchell's eyes on me and when I turned my attention to him, he wore a look of pride and smiled.
"Let's play, Dr. Brinson," he grinned.
"Hit me," I learned the terms Mitchell used when the cards I received had a total of eight.
The dealer won the first round and then Mitchell once again won the next, I didn't complain just as long as Darcey didn't win any against me. After three rounds, I smiled widely when I hit BlackJack with an Ace and a Jack.
"You must have Lady Luck on your side," Darcey commented with a look of defeat and bitterness.
"Nah, that's what I have," Mitchell replied on my behalf and placed a loving kiss over my lips. He pulled away and I smiled at his slightly intoxicated eyes, "Let's get out of here."
"Finally," I breathed in relief and, after we collected our winnings, we left. I lost about a thousand Euros and Mitchell made two thousand more but we'd both had enough gambling for one night, so I counted my losses and was more than happy to leave.
Thankfully, the walk from the casino to our hotel was merely five minutes and in no time, we stood in the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, Mitchell smirked at me and I raised a questioning brow.
"I like jealous Mila," he mused.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
He stepped closer to me, "You were jealous back there and it was pretty damn sexy."
I rolled my eyes, "I was not jealous."
Mitchell stepped even closer and when I took a step backward, my back landed against the wall. His smoldering gaze remained fixated on me as he caged me in between his intoxicating scent and inviting warmth that radiated off him.
"I don't like lies, Mila," he spoke in a low tone.
I was already affected by him and he hadn't laid one finger on me, my heartbeat picked up a notch and stomach felt as if it just somersaulted.
I looked squarely up at him, "I'm not lying, Mitchell."
His chest brushed against mine when he moved in closer, nuzzled his face in my hair, and breathed in deeply, "You can deny it as much as you want but I saw how jealous you were."
I tilted my neck to look up at him and he looked down into my eyes when he pulled away a fraction.
"Darcey, that waitress or whoever can look, dream, or even name their little vibrators after you, I don't care," I stated and his eyebrows shot up in amusement.
"Because at the end of the day, this ass -" I took him completely off guard when I very boldly spanked his behind gently, "- and -" I boldly grabbed his crotch, "- this is all mine."
Mitchell's eyes widened but he also looked possibly turned on by my actions. He lowered his eyes to where my hand still gripped onto his best friend and his breathing picked up a smidge.
"Aww, Mitchy," I teased, "Have you never had your ass spanked or shrimp skewered before?"
He looked at me almost predatory and without taking his eyes off me, reached down and swallowed when he pressed my hand further into him. His jaw ticked and his pupils dilated as he gently guided my hand to rub over the growing bulge.
Even though he got the physical ministrations, I was left breathless and turned on. He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, wrapped his fingers around my wrist, and in one swift movement, I gasped when he pinned my hand above my head.
With his knee between my legs, he pressed his pelvis into me as he brought his face closer to mine. My mouth went dry and I swallowed when his breath caressed my face and his eyes bored into mine.
"To answer your question," his husky voice sent a shiver down my spine when he slipped his hand under my dress, "Can't say I ever have."
"But now," he continued and I let out a loud gasp at his boldness. My heart felt as if it would've leapt out my chest when he cheekily grabbed my ass and squeezed, "I'm going to have to get even."
If Mitchell wanted me turned on before we reached our room, he did a great job at it because my only focus was his hands on me and how badly I wanted to kiss him.
My lips parted, ready to do just that, but the ding of the elevator broke our moment and, before the door opened, Mitchell immediately pulled away. I glanced at a porter with a large luggage trolley packed with bags almost to the top and a couple who appeared to be in their mid-thirties that trailed behind him.
"Je suis désolé," the porter quickly apologized and took a step backward for the next elevator.
"No, it's alright," I cut him off, "Which floor are you headed to?"
He replied and informed us that he and the couple were headed to the same floor as us. The elevator wasn't that big but I felt bad for the couple and the poor porter, who looked exhausted, so I figured we squeezed for three more floors up.
Mitchell looked anything but pleased but didn't argue. Silently, he held my waist and pushed me aside before he leaned against the wall, and to give more room to the other folk, he kept his hands on my waist and pulled me against him.
Oh, now I'm a boner shield.
The elevator was quite crowded but I liked how close I was to Mitchell, with my butt against his crotch, where I felt the hard evidence of our flirting. His fingers dug into my waist, setting my skin on fire through the fabric of my dress, and the way he breathed down my neck made focusing on anything other than him very hard. I swallowed, leaned into him, and, with a slight arch of my lower back, fully pressed myself onto his hardness.
The rhythm of his breathing changed after my small action, but everyone around us seemed oblivious, so I slowly rubbed my butt over him. His fingers pressed firmer onto my waist and I squeezed my legs shut, I knew I shouldn't have felt that way when we weren't alone and maybe my actions were driven by one too many glasses of wine but I didn't quite care.
Desire built between my legs when pulled me against him even tighter, where I felt his arousal very near the area that throbbed for his attention. I checked to see which floor we were on with the need to get the hell out of the elevator but we still had one more to go.
I swear snails move faster than this damn elevator!
With a soft sigh, I lifted my arms, pushed my hair to one side, tilted my neck to the side, and massaged over the area between my neck and shoulder. Intentionally, I rubbed over my skin slowly and moved down over to the collarbone which was fully exposed to Mitchell. With a sigh I knew he heard, I shut my eyes, rolled my head back onto his chest, and I massaged over my slightly tense muscles.
"Stop," Mitchell's breath caressed my ear when he whispered.
His tone was assertive and serious, I glanced at him over my shoulder and his eyes wore no hint that he kidded. I supposed the prude and perhaps possessive of him didn't want me to publicly demonstrate such... suggestive motions, even if they looked quite innocent.
I softly huffed and rested all my weight against him, he circled his hands around my abdomen, and caged me between his strong arms.
A shiver ran down my spine when he lowered his face and rested his chin on my shoulder. His breath fanned warmly over my bare shoulder when he whispered almost inaudibly in my ear, "Soon, baby."
The butterflies that flew in my stomach might as well have started a disco because those two words and their insinuation sent my heart into overdrive, my skin prickled, and my nether regions tingled.
At long last, I heard the ding from the elevator and we waited while the porter with his large trolley and the couple exited first. The woman politely smiled at me before she left, hand in hand, with her husband.
"Do you think she's going to get lucky tonight?" I didn't move from my comfortable position and randomly asked.
Mitchell huffed and even though he wasn't in sight, I could've guessed he shook his head.
"Why would you..." he trailed off and sighed, "Forget it, let's go."
I moved out of the way and, after Mitchell took my hand in his, we exited the elevator. Mitchell took long strides and even though my legs weren't the shortest, I still had to do a little jog to keep up with him.
"Easy there, Tiger," I remarked and lowered and turned my head as if I wanted to get a closer look at his crotch, "I know you're eager but I'm not six-four, my legs can't match your pace."
"Shall I carry you?" Mitchell asked and I widened my eyes in amusement.
"No need," I said as we were about three steps from our room. "We're here."
Mitchell let go of my hand, pulled out the key-card, and after he opened the door, gestured for me to get in first. As soon as I stepped into the room, I tossed my bag on the loveseat that sat in the little entrance hall part of the room.
"It's been a long night," I stretched my arms and was about to make my way to the bathroom but before I moved, Mitchell's strong arms circled around me and, in one swift moment, he had me against the wall.
"Mit-" I couldn't complete my sentence when he smashed his lips down on mine and captured them in a fiery, passionate kiss.
His one hand grabbed the side of my head, where his fingers grabbed a fistful of my hair as his hips pinned me against the wall. My entire body felt on fire yet every inch of my skin was covered in goosebumps.
Mitchell wasn't gentle but his lips moved expertly over mine and, when he slid his tongue in my mouth, I had no chance to try and dominate the kiss because of how assertive he was at that moment – he was like a man on a mission.
My chest heaved as I ran my hands up his strong arms and when I reached his chest, I fiddled with the buttons and sloppily undid them one by one. I struggled with the last button so Mitchell pulled it apart and I vaguely heard a button drop on the floor but had no complaints since I had the liberty to feel the strong, taut muscles on his abdomen.
Mitchell wasted no time, he broke the kiss and I took in a much-needed gasp of air while he pulled away a fraction and stared at me through lust-filled eyes. With a heated gaze that traveled from my eyes downwards, he openly checked me out. His eyes remained a fraction longer on my panting chest that had a few red blotches from how flushed I was.
He ran his index finger over my bottom lip, swallowed, and then with the same hand, gripped my jaw and tilted my face upward before he brought his lips down on my skin. He left open-mouthed kisses along my jaw down to my neck, while the other hand palmed my breast and squeezed. I pulled his shirt over his shoulders and, once he assisted to get rid of the nuisance, I ran my hands up and down over the ridges of his muscles.
A low moan escaped my throat when he squeezed down harder over my breast and a tightening sensation filled the area between my legs as my arousal built. I ran my hands down his abs over to his V-lines until I reached his belt.
Mitchell let go of my face and dropped his hand to my thighs, where he grabbed the hemline of my dress, bunched it in his fist, and rolled it up so high it sat in a pool at my waist. He panted as he left sloppy kisses over my clavicle and made his way to the swell of my breasts.
My hands were tangled in his hair and my eyes rolled back as his hand teased over the outside of my panties that were bound to be soaked because of how turned on I was. Mitchell pressed his hips into me and the hard erection strained inside his pants hit against my aching core.
"Mitch," I desperately breathed.
"Every little fucking thing you do turns me on," he practically growled as he rubbed himself over me. "From the filth that comes out your mouth to the way you look at me and even when you demanded chips worth ten grand," he murmured between kisses, "I never thought I'd get hard by you merely flashing your credit card around and saying, hit me."
I smiled smugly, "I'm no pushover," I breathed as his teeth grazed over my cleavage, "And certainly not arm candy."
"I know." He nipped over the sweet spot of my neck with his teeth, "One of the reasons I fell in love with you."
I moaned between shallow breaths as my fingers dug into his skin. I rocked my hips against his hardness to feel some sort of satisfaction. Mitchell let out a low groan and brought his lips to mine again, he bit down lightly over my bottom lip before his tongue was in my mouth.
With sloppy hands, I managed to undo the buckle of his belt and then the button of his pants before I got to the zipper. After I rolled down the zipper, I boldly put my hands in his pants and immediately made contact with the restrained, hard erection in his boxers.
I palmed him and he involuntarily rocked his hips against my touch as I squeezed my palm around the circumference. I then took my touch up a notch, found the fly in his boxers, then slid my fingers inside. Once they met his warmth and hardness, Mitchell bit down harder than he normally would on my lips.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and slowly pumped him, up and down from tip to base. Mitchell's breathing got heavier and his kisses became a lot sloppier as my hands picked up their pace and worked up not just him but me as well.
"Fuck!" Mitchell cursed under his breath when he pulled away, "I need you. Now."
I pulled my hand out of his pants, chewed on my bottom lip, and watched from beneath my lashes as he pulled his wallet out from his trousers and grabbed something out of it.
"Oh," I took the opportunity to tease him and glanced at the wallet, "So, that wasn't what I was playing with a moment ago?"
Mitchell looked at me sternly with desire in his eyes that said he was not in the mood for my cute antics. He tossed the wallet aside and before I uttered another word, he placed the square foiled package between my teeth.
"Bite," he instructed and I did as I was told.
With his eyes on me and my teeth firmly clenched around the foil package, he ripped the package with one hand while the other hand pulled his pants and boxers down.
My mouth dropped and I couldn't stop my eyes from looking down there, I was so hot that my back felt sticky against my dress and my stomach. At the sight of his arousal, the sensitive nerves between my legs tingled and throbbed in excitement.
I watched as Mitchell rolled the condom over his length and I needed a few seconds to register his intentions before he threaded his fingers inside my panties and rubbed over my sensitive folds.
With soft, vertical strokes, he moved over my clitoris. Right when I gasped out loudly in pleasure, he moved further up and entered one finger inside of me.
"Mmm," I moaned as my fingers clutched onto his shoulders.
"Always so ready for me," he throatily murmured and, after he pressed one firm kiss, over my lips, he pulled his finger and then hand out.
But he wasn't done, he gripped onto the waistband of the lacy undergarment and rolled them down enough to leave me bare and exposed to him. I wriggled a little until the panties fell to the ground. Mitchell's eyes were heavily dilated and appeared a much darker shade of grey when he grabbed my thigh and wrapped it around his hip so I half-straddled him. I let out a loud gasp and moan when his other hand reached between my legs and parted my folds.
"The bed..." I attempted to say but was cut off with a moan when Mitchell crouched down, thrust his hips upwards, and pushed himself into me. He stretched me as much as he could but because of my standing position, his intrusion felt a lot more constricted.
"Is too far," Mitchell breathed heavily when he grabbed my butt in his palms and hoisted me up. With one of my legs on the ground and the other wrapped around his waist, he fully entered me and I bit down on my lip as my stomach clenched and my core felt the fullness it craved.
"You good?" he asked between strained breaths.
"Mmm-Hmm," I moaned.
Mitchell kept both his hands firmly on my butt and held my weight while I gripped onto his strong shoulders. He pulled almost completely out and, without a warning, rammed back into me. With a slight upward hitch, my back hit the wall at the same time a loud moan left my lips.
While Mitchell stood slightly under me, I gripped onto his strong shoulders and he not so gently, picked up pace with each thrust. I felt as if I was going to explode as he simultaneously thrust into me, up and down, against the wall. Mitchell panted and his face twisted with pleasure as the room filled with our heavy breathing, my loud moans, his groans, and the odd curse word.
"Fuck, you're tight!" Mitchell cursed as he thrust harder into me, "You feel so good!"
My nails dug into his skin and I held onto him as if my life depended on him while he hit a depth within my inner walls as no one had before. Simultaneously, the friction from his pelvis stimulated my clitorus with each stroke of his hips into mine. The combination of internal and external pleasure was so strong, I only moaned Mitchell's name over and over.
Pressure built from deep within me and every little nerve awakened as it made its way down to my core until internally it throbbed like a heartbeat. Mitchell's body felt fiery hot under my touch and my palms dampened with sweat from his back.
"Fuck Mila!" he grunted between pants and moved faster and harder, hitting the right spot deep inside me. "Come, baby." His voice was between a groan and whisper.
He bucked his hips against mine and with two more thrusts, I couldn't hold back anymore and a mind-shattering orgasm rippled through my body. Shockwaves of pleasure ran up from my core and spread across every tiny nerve in my body when I clenched around him.
I was a panting mess and my body felt like jelly as I tried to calm down from my high. My heart hammered wildly in my chest but the rest of my body buzzed with physical happiness and relief. Mitchell held onto me but rested his head on my shoulder and nibbled on my skin.
"Wow," I breathed.
Mitchell pulled back and looked at me, he still panted when he brushed his lips over mine. His lips sat a breath away when he whispered, "I fucking love you."
I smiled and captured his lips in a loving peck, "I fucking love you too."
His lips curved at the corners when he chuckled and care flashed in his lust-filled eyes, "You good?"
"Orgasmic," I rolled my head back as I moaned out. I lowered my gaze for a moment and instinctively clenched around him inside me, he grimaced at the sensation and I might've been wrong but he still felt hard. "You didn't... did you?" I breathed.
Mitchell pressed a firm, hard kiss over my lips. "Baby," he cooed and his lips twitched at the sides threatening to form a cheeky smirk. "One round and you think I'm done with you?"
He pursed his lips, flexed his hips, and my lips parted with a gasp from the friction. "I have dues to collect," he huskily whispered. "Let's go break the fucking bed," he grinned, lifted me off the ground, and with both my legs wrapped around him, he walked us over to the bed.