I closed my eyes tightly and grunted when he gripped a fistful of hair and arched me back toward him. Another first. Mitch moved hard inside of me and the harder and faster he slammed, the more my body started to react. I reached underneath myself and started to furiously rub my clit, matching his frantic pace, because I could feel my orgasm coming and it was rapidly approaching its peak.
I wanted to see if, for once, I could beat him to it and he didn’t seem to have an issue with that. The more I rubbed the harder he pushed, almost like he actually wanted me to cum before he did.
A few more of his steady movements inside of me was all it took for my body to tighten up before I started to shake and felt myself start to cum. The fireworks on the Fourth of July couldn’t possibly compare to the explosion taking place inside me at the time. I spiraled down and around, time and time again, as he continued his glorious assault on my pussy.
“Oh God, Mitch!” I screamed out as he pulled out of me and I felt his seed start to squirt onto my ass and lower back, leaving a heated trail in its wake.
He was breathing heavy for a moment, before he slapped the side of my thigh and laughed, effectively pushing me over onto my side.
“That was fun, don’t you think?” he asked.
I laughed and closed my eyes after rolling my eyes at him; for the first time after sex with Mitch, I was exhausted. I opened my eyes for a moment and let them focus, before I pushed my hair out of my eyes and glanced at the time. I wasn’t sure how long that took but it was definitely longer than three minutes.
After a moment of lying motionless on the couch, I pushed myself up and went into the bathroom where I grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. I washed myself off while Mitch stood there cleaning his dick and watching me perform my own cleaning ritual.
“Hey Livie?” he asked.
“Yeah?”
I turned to look at him just in time for him to whack me in the face with his cock before he ran off laughing into the living room.
As long as he doesn’t get drunk and apprehensive, I think this could work again, I thought laughing and tossing my washcloth into the hamper.
Nine
It was the midnight release of a game that Mitch and I had been excited about for a few days. We arrived an hour and a half before the gaming store in the mall opened and he stood in line patiently, while I went to get our pre-order information. Inside the store was another small line and as I got in the back of it, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I pulled it out and smiled; the one person I had been wanting to hear from, the same person I had sent the picture of the Spanish skyline too, had finally responded.
That’s super pretty! Sorry it took so long to answer. I’ve got a sick one here.
I raised an eyebrow. I wondered what kind of sick was meant, but I also didn’t want to pry, so instead I just sent back an “I’m sorry” and put my phone away when it vibrated again.
It’s okay. Don’t worry about us. You have enough on your plate I would imagine. Let me know what you decide. :)
I smiled softly and replied saying that I would. Friends like this were hard to come by and I wanted nothing more than for them to be okay but the illness wouldn’t be mentioned if it wasn’t serious. I sighed unhappily and put my phone back into my pocket.
“Excuse me, miss?”
I glanced up and saw that one of the employees was free at the register and waiting for me.
“Sorry about that,” I mumbled, reaching into my right jeans pocket and pulling out the receipt that confirmed the pre-order.
“Not a problem!” he replied cheerfully as he read the receipt then turned his attention back to the register.
A few clicks and clacks on his keyboard later and he handed me back the receipt along with some kind of raffle ticket.
“What’s this?” I asked curiously, holding up the burnt orange colored ticket.
“Oh, it’s for when you’re waiting in line. We’ll be giving away some random stuff to make the wait more bearable,” he explained with a laugh.
I laughed as I turned and walked out of the store. I made my way down the row of people until I found Mitch leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets.
“Look! Raffle ticket fun!” I exclaimed holding it up.
“What’s that about?” he asked with a grin.
“Apparently so we don’t riot while waiting in line,” I said with a shrug.
With an understanding nod, he pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me. I closed my eyes and smiled, feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket, but knowing better than to pull it out and answer it.