Page 42 of Playing Hard to Get

I didn't want to go.

“You…” I glanced at him, then looked away. Mitch dragged my face back and forced me to look in his eyes. “You make me feel.”

He narrowed them, his dark lashes impeding my view. “Feel what?”

“Like I matter. Like I might be worthy. But I'm not, Mitch. I'm not.” Hot tears sprung from my eyes. Before I could bat them away, hide them from view, Mitch had me wrapped up in his arms.

“Shh, shh, sweet girl.” His lips pressed into my temple, again and again. “You do matter, Viv. You are worthy. You're so fucking good, Viv. So good. You just don't see it. Don't realize how amazing you are. How much you're loved. How much you deserve all the good the world has to offer.”

Mitch’s hands trailed down my side, then up, then down my back. He cupped my bottom and gave a gentle squeeze.

“Want you to know how good you are, Viv. How much I want you. Every piece of you. Want to taste you. Sink down deep inside you and never come out.”

His hand slid between my legs. My breath hitched as his fingers touched me. Slid against my slickness, then back across the sensitive skin of my ass. My hips bucked and I gasped.

“Mitch.” I clutched his thick arm as he rubbed against me, back and forth, dragging my wetness across the one place I never imagined being touched. Never imagined wanting to be touched. Not until the last time we had sex, as he teased me with his cock, rubbing at my back entrance, making me wonder what it would feel like to be fucked there.

Instead of relieving my wonder, Mitch plunged two fingers inside of my heat. At the same moment, he captured my lips with his. He dipped inside of me, fingers and tongue, feverishly working me up into a frenzy.

He pulled his fingers out. Grabbed my hips and dragged me on top of him. His solid cock rested against my butt, and his hands slid back there again, lifting, touching, pressing.

“Wanna take you there,” he whispered against my cheek as he edged the tip of his finger inside.

I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. The things he did to me, the way he touched me, it made me feel excited. Dirty. Sexy. Naughty. I wanted it and I didn't. Wanted to take everything he had to give and give him everything he wanted to take.

“Not now, sweet girl,” he whispered to me, as if he could sense my apprehension. “But soon. I promise, I'll claim this soon.”

He lifted me and laid me on the bed, then knelt between my legs, staring at me like he would devour me. “But now… now, I’m going to claim this.” His fingers entered me, plunging in and teasing my insides. I reached for him, but he grabbed my wrists in one hand and held them above my head against the bed.

“Just want you to feel, darlin’,” he told me, low and urgent. “Want you to feel what you do to me. Feel my aching cock inside that sweet little pussy of yours. Don’t you blush, sweet girl.” He removed his fingers and slid them into his mouth. His eyes were closed as he lapped at my juices. “So good, Viv. So fucking good.”

He reached for a condom out of his bedside table and rolled it on with seasoned skill. Then he grabbed his shaft and rubbed at my entrance, dipping the tip in before pulling out and circling my clit.

“Do you feel that, sweet girl?” His eyes closed, slowly, then opened. Staring straight into mine. “Do you feel what you do to me? Wanna take you to places you’ve never been before. Wanna make you feel things you’ve never felt.”

With a sudden thrust, he was buried to the hilt. “Mitch!” I screamed out at the overwhelming sensation. “Yes, please!”

He pulled back slowly, then thrust in fast. Teasing. Torturing. I’d never wanted something so much.

Mitch was the one thing I wanted that I never allowed. Since I’d let myself feel him, be with him, I didn’t know that I’d ever allow myself to let go.

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Mitch

It was late before we made our way out of my bedroom. I hadn’t gotten my fill of the sexy woman, but I was losing steam. Hadn’t left her side since I teased her with that ice. Just wanted to fill her and make her feel everything.

There was no ignoring the gnawing ache in my belly any longer. When I found her at the coffee shop this morning, it was closing in on noon. Other than the few ice cubes I mouthed against her skin, neither of us had had a thing to eat or drink.

My legs were shaky. I was dehydrated and famished. And I could see it in her, too.

I made Vivian an omelet without asking if that’s what she wanted. The protein would help, and I was thrilled when she dug in like she hadn’t eaten for days. There was so much more I wanted to do to her. So much more I wanted her sweet innocence to experience. I just had to look at her and my cock started to throb.

Grabbing a couple bottles of beer out of the fridge, I sat down to enjoy my omelet with my beautiful woman. Vivian surprised me when she sucked down half her bottle in one long pull. It wasn’t no low-cal shit. It was a heavy porter that tasted a bit like black coffee. But Viv. Shit. She looked like a goddamn supermodel but she sure as hell didn’t eat like one.

When we’d finished eating, finished washing it down with a couple more beers and a couple bottles of water, I grabbed the dishes off the table and started washing them off. As I finished rinsing the pan, Viv came up from behind me and slipped her hands up under my shirt.

I tensed. Froze. Spun in my place and cupped her ass with my hands. Her gorgeous breasts pressed against my chest, and her pert nipples poked through the thin fabric of our t-shirts.