“I can’t ease your conscience for you, but I can tell you from experience, you won’t be happy until you get whatever is pulling you out of your system, and you won’t find a better guy to explore your curiosity with than Mitch.” It wasn’t Anna’s place to bring up Mitch’s alternative sexual proclivities. For all she knew, he was suppressing those desires for Hannah. If that was the case, it was a temporary liaison for him and she hoped he took care not to let Hannah read any more into it than that.
Hannah took several bites of her salad before biting the bullet and bravely asking Anna, “That being said, do you have any advice on oral sex? Because, for the life of me, I cannot imagine doing that to Mitch without gagging.”
Anna burst out laughing then whispered, “Hannah, that’s exactly what we’ve all thought, but the reality is, men love it and seeing how turned on you’re making him will turn you on. I love giving Donovan blow jobs,” she admitted candidly.
“Huh, I’ve never heard that term, but I can see how it came about. Still, if I can’t do it, or, God forbid, I gag, he’ll never want to have sex with me again.”
“What’s your favorite food? Something easily spread and lickable.”
“That’s easy, Nutella. Why?”
“Perfect.”
Thirty minutes later they were walking together to their cars parked in the rear of the café discussing Hannah getting a dog while she was still trying to get the picture of Mitch’s penis covered in Nutella out of her mind. Now that Anna had given her the idea to ‘sweeten’ her first experience in giving oral sex, she really thought she could reciprocate the pleasure Mitch had given her. She felt brave enough now, to at least give it a try and she intended to act as soon as possible before the courage Anna had given her dwindled.
“Hey! You! What’re you doing?!”
The shout came from one of two businessmen in the parking lot and as Hannah and Anna turned the corner they saw the back of a man with a hoodie covering his head toss down an iron crowbar and run off as the other man called for him to stop.
“That’s my car.” Hannah hurried to the bright yellow convertible, praying there was no damage to it. Aunt Mary loved her car and wouldn’t be happy if it was damaged. “Oh, no,” she moaned in dismay when she saw the crack in the passenger side window and the paint gauging around the door handle.
“What’s in the bag, Hannah?” Anna asked as she spotted it sitting on the seat.
“My photography equipment. Darn it, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have left it there for anyone to see.”
“We didn’t get a good look at him, but enough to see he was just a kid. Sorry,” one of the men said as they saw the damage.
“You stopped him and I’m grateful. I wouldn’t have been able to afford to replace my equipment if it had been stolen. Thank you.” Hannah smiled at them in gratitude before they returned to their car.
“No problem. Be careful going home.”
“The good news is it’s okay to drive. The door’s still locked and the window isn’t shattered. I’ll ask Donovan for the name of a reliable body shop, if you want. Darn kids are always out causing trouble during the summer.”
Thank goodness that’s all it was Hannah thought as she told Anna good-bye and got in. After dealing with the rude man at the Arboretum and now this, she was more than ready to go home.
Mitch was in a pissy mood late Saturday afternoon when the peal of his doorbell interrupted his workout. Releasing the barbell, he sat up on his bench press, grabbed a small hand towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck before tossing it aside. He had set up the downstairs spare bedroom as a home gym when he first bought the house years ago, but being in construction, he rarely had need of it. The sound of rain continuing to fall as it has been for the last twenty-four hours followed him down the hall. Between the practically nonstop deluge, risks from lightning and flash flood watches, he had no choice but to halt work on his current project until Monday. He hasn’t had a Saturday off in months, but instead of taking advantage of the free time and working on some neglected projects around the house, he spent most of the day thinking and brooding over his neighbor. He was rapidly becoming obsessed with Hannah, thinking about her constantly, the memory of her soft body undulating under his and the innocent surprise on her face every time she climaxed keeping his cock semi erect and aching for more.
But more than the physical attraction, which still befuddled him because she was definitely not his type, he felt the constant urge to get to know her better, learn more about her upbringing, her marriage, her likes and dislikes. He knew that growing desire to expand their relationship beyond once a week sex was the reason he kept away from her again this past week and had gotten so pissed off at having to hear about the vandalism to her car from Anna yesterday. Knowing she was the wrong woman for him to be thinking about having any kind of a relationship with beyond friendship didn’t seem to matter. He wanted her on his terms, and even knowing he could never have her that way wasn’t enough to make him turn her down when she asked him for sex.
The one good thing about this weather, he thought as he reached for the front door, it should keep them apart this weekend. That hope was short lived when he swung open the door and saw Hannah smiling tentatively up at him, her rain splattered, plain white blouse and make-up fre
e damp face making his heart turn over and his cock harden. Fuck but he had it bad for this woman and damned if he knew what to do about it.
“Hannah, what the hell are you doing running over here in this weather?” Grabbing her arm he hauled her inside as a large, jagged lightning bolt split the black clouds. Closing the door on the ensuing deep rumble of thunder, he quickly demanded, “Is everything all right?”
“What? Oh, yes, everything’s fine. I just thought you might like some brownies.” Faced with the sight of Mitch wearing nothing but a pair of very skimpy gym shorts, all that hard, male flesh taking up her line of vision had her happy place swelling damply. Thrusting the Tupperware container at him nervously, Hannah slipped her hands into the side pockets of her skirt, her right hand closing tightly around the small jar of Nutella as she questioned the wisdom of her actions despite the spiraling need seeing him again brought on. Fearing she would lose the courage she had been hanging onto by a thread since meeting with Anna two days ago, she impulsively ran with the idea of coming over here on the pretext of the neighborly gesture. From the scowl on Mitch’s face when he saw her and the way he was slowly backing her against the wall, she was beginning to rethink her plan. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering…”
Acting without conscious thought, Mitch pinned her against the wall with his body, bracing his hands as his mouth swooped down and stopped her apology. As if she ever had to apologize for her presence, he thought irrationally while trying to temper his irritation at having his good intentions once again taking a back seat to his searing lust for her. He kissed her hard, ruthlessly invading her soft mouth as he let her feel the rigid outline of his cock, let her know in no uncertain terms what she did to him before lifting his head just a fraction and demanding against her damp lips, “Why are you really here, Hannah?”
“You said to let you know when I’m ready so, I’m ready.” Darn it, it had taken her all day of pacing and watching out the window making sure his truck was still in the drive to get up the courage to say that to him and it still came out as a pathetic, uncertain whisper.
Perplexed, Mitch asked, “Ready for what?” then bit back a smile when her brows lowered in that frown he found so cute.
“Remember,” she practically snapped in her agitation, “last week you said whenever I was ready to reciprocate…..you know, orally, to let you know.” Gosh darn it, she groaned inwardly as she felt her face flame beet red. Just once she’d like to pull off one of these propositions without blushing like a virgin.
With the swiftness of the last lightning strike, Mitch’s indecisive mood vanished, replaced with humor and a surge of lust so strong it threatened his composure. To hell with right and wrong and potential consequences, he wasn’t about to give up an opportunity to feel Hannah’s lush, inexperienced mouth on his cock. Just the thought of this being her first blowjob was a fucking turn on, and for a man like him, that was wrong in more ways than he could count. And he didn’t fucking care, at least not right now.
“Sweetheart, I can’t think of a better way to spend a rainy afternoon than with your mouth wrapped around my cock.” Her frown reappeared between her brows at hearing his crudeness, but the arousal on her face, in those expressive eyes, wasn’t put off.