Breakfast with Mia Page 5

  “Todd,” he said smoothly. He didn’t have a shirt on and I didn’t think he had any underwear on beneath his slightly too-big sweat pants. “What can I do for you?”

  “The door was open,” he explained, but he didn’t take his eyes off my body. “I came to discuss the contract. I…am not sure, what to…it’s just this isn’t my area of expertise.” He swallowed and I didn’t know what came over me, later I wouldn’t be able to explain what came over me, when I took a hesitant step forward.

  “Is there anything I can do to help cement your decision, Mr. McKinley?”

  There was such silence that when I took another step you could hear my naked skin sigh against the robe’s soft fabric. Todd’s breath hitched and his chest betrayed his heartbeat.

  Damian appeared close to my side and reached down, slid his hand beneath the belt of my robe and loosened the knot so that the ties fell apart and my robe opened enough for all of them to see up my thigh, over my bare hip to the swell of one breast. My nipple was still red and sore from Damian’s mouth.

  Todd’s confidence over took him and he approached, his hand steady as he took my thigh and stroked the soft, newly scrubbed skin up to my ass. He gazed down into my face and tentatively, leisurely stole a kiss, lips slightly parted.

  “I’ll give you anything you asked for.”

  I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of his lust, of his cologne. I slid the robe off my shoulders and let him see all of me and I thought, he looked like he might want to bury his face in my body and die a little.

  I took his hand and pulled him after me toward the bedroom, the bedroom Damian and I hadn’t even been in yet. Damian caught the dimmer switch, gave us haunting, desperate darkness and took a chair near the window where he could see the length of the bed easily. Henry followed, more nervous than Todd or I.

  The two friends stripped and I sat primly on the edge of the bed and watched. Todd was a modest size compared to Damian but then, everyone was modest sized in comparison. Henry was long but not so thick. Both of them were erect. Henry got on the bed first, moved behind me and grasped my wrists. Todd very carefully unrolled a condom onto his erection and his soft expression hardened when he shook his head.

  “No, I don’t think so, Mia. I don’t want to fuck a good girl. I want the slut who kissed another woman while I touched her thighs. Spread your legs. Spread them nice and wide.”

  Henry pulled me and it was so exciting, these men who wanted me so very badly. Henry dragged me to the middle of the bed and spread open my knees until my legs ached. He held them open for his friend, my wet pussy inviting him, daring him to take it. Todd climbed between my knees and spent several minutes running his palms up and down my thighs and hips.

  “You are a very beautiful woman, Mia. I’ve been with many beautiful women, but there’s something about you that’s so honestly sexual. I can’t stop staring at you. If I thought I could, I’d carry you out of here and never bring you back.” Todd climbed down on top of me and licked my belly up to my breasts and Henry held them for him. Shit, he fed me to his friend and I became a monster then. I closed my eyes and raged, the heat in my belly a tumultuous storm that ached to be touched and filled and fucked shamelessly.

  “Take me,” I begged and arched my body into Todd’s, desperate for the feel of his skin on mine. Henry did his best to mostly hold me still, but my writhing, storming body was no match. “Please, take me!”

  “Incorrigible slut,” he hissed and held me into the bed with the weight of his body. He took a nipple into his mouth and bit it, left a mark of him on my soft skin and sucked and licked at his branding. I howled and gasped for relief, but still he held off. Still they held me down and took their sweet time.

  “Shit, her tits are nice,” Henry muttered and Todd shifted so his friend could lean over my face from behind me and take my other nipple in his mouth and they both went to town bathing and lashing my breasts, oblivious to my cries of passion. I felt overwhelmed by them, every inch of me covered in gooseflesh and tingling with the power of the orgasm building between my legs. They took and took and took. Todd liked to give Henry orders – orders to bite my breasts or twist my nipple or hold me still. Henry, for his part, was patient for the scraps of me after Todd was finished with one tender body part after another.

  They took turns kissing me, turning my chin one way and the other, their tongues quickly indistinguishable but for Todd’s aggressive control of my body and Henry’s attempt to keep up. I knew, knew I was going to burn up from this, burn to ashes and blow away, leaving nothing behind. I was beside myself and shameless. Shameless.

  “Fuck me, fuck me please, please! I can’t stand it, I need someone inside me!”

  “Filthy whore, fuck. You want it bad don’t you baby? I’ll give it to you. I’ll fucking give it to you alright. Hold her knees Henry, I want her held fucking still.” Foul-mouthed boys! Todd released my body and I sucked in a full breath I hadn’t been able to have with his weight crushing me. Henry obeyed and took a hold of my knees and pulled them back and apart so that my asshole pointed into the air and I couldn’t move, had no control over my exposed pussy.

  Todd entered me in one hard thrust, ground down into me and started fucking without pretense. I was already so wet that I offered no resistance, held open like I was and it felt amazing. Better than amazing. I’d never felt this alive and desired in my life.

  This wasn’t a marathon; it was a sprint to see who could get off faster. Todd stabbed me into the bed over and over again and when Todd wanted to see Henry play with my tits, Todd took over holding my legs back and Henry started working my breasts in his hands, pinching and pulling with Todd egging him on like a dirty frat boy.

  “Take it, take all of it, Mia. Fuck me. Show me how badly you want me,” Todd growled and dug down inside me with his cock and pounded out his pent up desires and I think, maybe, just a little revenge for being second in line after Damian. It made him a little rougher, a little less interested in getting me off and a little more interested in his own pleasure, which was fine. My head was gone, lost under the hands of two capable men who couldn’t get enough of me. When Todd dropped my legs, I came unglued.

  I gasped and grabbed handfuls of the bed and fucked my hips up against Todd like a rabid girl who couldn’t get enough and I couldn’t, I just couldn’t. And when I turned my head to look at Damian, to find his approval, I found oh so much more. He was still, but tense, his muscles flexed and his legs spread the width of the chair. His cock had swelled back up, the head pressing just past his waist band and shiny with drops of pre-cum he didn’t bother wiping away. And his eyes were savage, blue fire and turbulent. My wanton display had reinvigorated his lust and I loved it. The intensity of his gaze released my building orgasm and I cried out and punched my hips into Todd’s cock and came and came and came, never closing my eyes to Damian’s stare.

  When Todd realized what had set me off, he grabbed my chin and turned it toward Henry who took the side of my face and pressed his cock against my lips. I opened up and sucked him in like I was starving for it. Henry pumped my mouth a few times but by the amount of pre-cum oozing out of his cock head, I doubted he’d last long.

  “Suck him, suck Henry and make him come. Look at you,” Todd growled and his hips picked up speed, sacrificing depth for something more feral. “You fucking love to be fucked. You’re so fucking beautiful, fuck, oh, God I am going to come all over you. Bitch,” he gasped and pulled out, whipped off the condom, and shot his load all over my belly, groaning and stabbing the air between my thighs.

  I pulled my mouth off Henry’s cock when I felt it starting to throb and jerk and he fell over my body and came humping the air over my tits, coating them in his load.

  The silence that fell across us was profound and comforting. The three of us collapsed on the bed, Todd’s sweaty, shaking body trembling in time with mine. He seemed oblivious of my come and sweat slick skin, maybe even reveled in it. Henry sat back against the pillows and panted
quietly and we waited out the aftermath of the storm in silent darkness.

  Henry got up first and disappeared into the bathroom, ran water and while he was gone, Todd kissed my mouth chastely and whispered a thank you that almost broke my heart. He got up and left me laying there and I curled up on myself, exhausted and fulfilled as I never had been before.

  I heard Damian get up and walk the men out, heard Todd tell him the contract was his and he’d call him Monday morning to set up a meeting. The front door shut and locked and I dosed, lost on a quieting sea.

  Six

  Damian’s Turn.

  “Beautiful girl,” Damian whispered in her ear, pulling her from her dreams. His large hand spread out across her hip and she roused for him, her body drawn toward his. He stroked sweaty fire red hair out of her face and she smiled up at him and he smiled down at her and kissed her mouth, his favorite place on her body. Her mouth was the color crushed cherries and he knew he could have kissed her for the rest of his life.

  But his body was tense, hard as stone beneath her touch. He wasn’t done with her tonight, not after that display of violent pleasure. She’d owned them, held their hearts and their souls in the secret places of her body. His jealousy seeing another man between her legs had only served to stoke the burning lust in him to take her back.

  “That was…” she mewled against his kiss.

  “I know.” His hand slid down to her knee and lingered there. “Can you be a good girl for me, Mia?”

  She sighed happily. “Yes, I can be good.”

  “Come here, then.” He took her hand and lifted her soft body from the bed, made only more delicious covered in other men’s come. She smelled like them, and sweat and her perfume. When he pushed her to her knees and gazed down at her pretty face, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. His little storm.

  “Sweet girl,” he murmured and pulled at her chin. “Open your mouth.” And she obeyed, lowered her bottom lip in such a coquettish, sylphish way. Innocent, she looked innocent and sweet and young after so much wanton savagery. She was an exquisite creature, otherworldly, and he’d captured her.

  He pulled his sweat pants down and let his cock fall against her cheek. Her eyes blinked wide them, waking her from her trance and just a little bit, her bottom lip trembled. He was a big man and women had complained about it before. Such a thing to complain about! But she’d taken him, all of him, formed to him like a glove and he hoped now she’d do it again and make him proud.

  He navigated his cockhead to her open, warm mouth, grazed along her crushed cherry lips until the head was just inside. Obediently she closed her lips around him and her tongue went to work licking the residue of his pre-cum from the slit. She traced the ridges with her soft, little tongue, stroked the head like an ice cream cone and he had to close his eyes to control himself because this was far too soon to come yet, even though he’d been a second from coming for the past thirty-minutes of her dirty threesome.

  When he opened his eyes and looked down at her she gazed up at him lovingly, big stormy eyes momentarily sated and calm, waiting for her next command. He licked his lips and placed his hand on the back of her head.

  “Be a good girl, Mia. So good.” He exhaled and started feeding his cock to her a sliver at a time. There was nothing more sensual than watching her mouth stretch with each inch, her loving eyes trusting, wanting, not stopping him. Her hands stayed still on her thighs like a little slave, and though her eyes begged him to be careful of her, her body told him to do what he would. She was his.

  His cock trapped her tongue beneath it. Deeper, deeper he pumped, gagging her with his size until she couldn’t breathe and her eyes watered and still he pushed and still she let him. Her mouth worked to widen and stretch and take him all. She was so perfect in her need to please him.

  “That’s it baby, almost there. You’re doing so well,” he breathed and pushed into the back of her throat and he was in all the way, her lips pressed into his trimmed pubic hair. Her eyes squeezed shut as he gagged her and he held her head still like that longer than she could take, he knew, but part of his pleasure was forcing her boundaries for him. Only for him.

  “Oh, Mia,” his voice came out harsher than he expected, quivering, and he pulled out and she gasped for air, gasped and whimpered like a kitten. He closed his eyes and didn’t warn her when he started pushing back in. She tensed and took him, took him like the good girl she wanted to be. He didn’t go all the way back this time, but worked about halfway, first in, then out slowly. He wouldn’t last long, but he wanted to draw this moment out as long as possible. Her mouth was beautifully tight and warm, and her tongue had marvelous talents for teasing out his groans whenever he pulled back far enough to let her.

  The next time he wanted to force her to deep throat him, he didn’t go slowly. He held her head in both of his hands and penetrated her mouth in one thrust, back, back, all the way back, until she started gagging and fighting, overcome by the size of him. He moaned and fucked her mouth deep like that, pulling out only an inch before sundering her again and again. She whimpered and moaned and it felt like fire and ice and explosions.

  “Mia,” he panted, “Oh, Mia. For me you swallow. Do you understand? For me you always swallow, and no one else.” He thrust into her throat and her muffled cries answered him. “Take it, Mia, my good girl, take it all. Take it.”

  He grunted, pulled almost fully from her mouth and penetrated her one last time, all the way back, and the dams burst. He held her head and ground himself against her mouth as he came spurting hot into her throat. Her little throat worked hard to keep up, swallowing and swallowing and licking like a girl starved, until he worried he might suffocate her and slowly pulled out, softening as he slid across the flat of her silky tongue.

  She coughed and fell to her hands, her whole body shaking with the physical effort he’d put her through and he was overwhelmed with the desire to care for her. He scooped her up like a child and she let him, weak as a kitten in his arms and curled her on the bed.

  He left her there for a moment, went to the bathroom and started running hot water and lavender bubbles into her bath. When it was nearly full he returned to her, picked her up, held her sticky, sweaty body against his and carried her into the dimmed bathroom. He stepped up the stairs, and descended into the bath water with her clutched protectively against his chest.

  They sank together into the bubbles and he killed the water when it was full. She was so tired, his beautiful girl, that she hardly stirred but to sigh and murmur pleasantly. It was a pleasure to wash her, to clean her of the residue of the night and make her sweet and clean and only his once more.

  He held her in the tub a long time, ankles twisted together, her arms loosely around him and his tight around her. After he washed her hair, he stroked her face and kissed her awake.

  “I have something I need to confess to you, Mia. My Mia. Open your eyes. Let me see you.”

  Her lashes fluttered and she smiled lovelost up to him. “Damian,” she murmured.

  “Have you ever wondered why our table at the café is always empty when we arrive? As if it were meant to be?”

  She thought about it for a second, then nodded. “I’ve wondered. I figured you just have amazing luck or you paid people to leave.”

  He grinned and held her chin in his fingers and kissed her mouth. She was exhausted but pliant and so eager to please.

  “I make my own luck, Mia. I bought the café months ago and my only requests were that our table be kept free and the woman they hired to bake the house specials be given a raise after impressing upon her the importance of making you exotic and beautiful breakfasts.”

  Mia gasped, her sharp mind working through months of breakfasts, searching for clues to confirm what he told her as truth. A blush worked its way up her throat where it colored her cheeks prettily. “Damian, but why?”

  “Because you savor the world, Mia, every piece of it, and it is my pleasure to be at your side when you do. And als
o because…because breakfasts with you are my favorite moment of the day. I wake up in the morning and can’t get to you soon enough.”

  The smile that lit her face took his breath away. “Presumptuous stalker,” she teased.

  “Sychophantic whore.” He kissed her nose and drew her closer. “Let’s order breakfast in bed this morning, what do you think?”

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