Breakfast for Two
Jessica picked at the crumbs sitting on the plate that had once held blueberry muffins. She'd gotten up and went out to grab the morning paper and spotted the muffins. How could she not? They had been sitting on her front porch. Now she was content to waste the day away, but she couldn't. She'd ditched Tom last night and Bailey. She owed them both an apology; Mitch, she decided she would deal with later. She picked up the phone and dialed the O'Grady's and got Bailey's Aunt.
"Is Bailey up yet?" Jessica asked into the phone.
"Up? I don't know. She didn't come home. I was hoping she spent the night with you," the little voice came over the phone,
Jessica's eyes grew wide and she spit out the milk she'd been drinking. "She didn't come home?"
"No . . . where'd you last see her?" her Aunt asked.
"I left her at the ice cream shop with Tom Walker," Jessica said. Her mind raced in all different directions.
"Oh well there you go then. She probably had one of them sleep overs you young'uns used to have when you were little," Misses O'Grady chuckled into the phone. "You call over to Tom's and see if she's there and if she is you give me a holler back. I don't mind her having a sleep over, but I'd like to know she's safe."
Jessica was trying hard not to laugh and succeeded until she hung up the phone, then she lost control. Thoughts of the type of sleep over Tom and Bailey had and comparing them to the "spin-the-bottle" sleep overs the group had enjoyed as kids sent her into a fit of giggles and then snorts.
That was how Mitch found her, doubled over, snorting and laughing.
"The muffins that bad?" he asked.
Jessica jumped and spun around. She hadn't bothered dressing; her robe had barely been tied. "Jesus Christ! Don't you ever knock?" she asked.
Mitch swallowed and tried not to react to the skin that was generously displayed for him. The red robe's sides hung loose, the sash doing little good in keeping the short article of silk closed. He smirked and then said. "If I'd knocked then it wouldn't have been a surprise."
"Duh . . . that's the point," she sighed and picked up her paper plate.
He watched her walk around the kitchen, still making no move to hide the little nighty that was under the robe. Why she even bothered wearing the tiny thing to bed, was beyond him. The ensemble was obviously meant to tempt a Saint and Mitch was glad he wasn't one, because if he was he'd lose his Sainthood. The neglige had a low v-cut down the center of her breast and strings of what he would describe as red dental floss crisscrossed up the cut. The hem fell a few inches past her hips and he would have bet his ranch that if she bent over he'd find either matching red panties or no panties at all. He was rewarded with that answer when she bent down to pick up the paper napkin that had fallen off the plate of muffins he'd brought a few hours earlier.
"Jess . . . you need to go get dressed, before I forget why I swore to be a gentleman."
Jessica paused and remembered the tiny pair of thongs and the matching lingerie she was wearing under the robe. She blushed and smiled, but bit back the words of "why be a gentleman" and instead said, "Why are you even here?"
He watched her turn around and he growled. "Jessica Scout, get your ass up to your bedroom and change before I forget myself."
His eyes meant business and Jessica felt a humming sensation run through her body. She smirked. "Mitch Walker, fuck you. This is my house and you weren't invited and I thi . . . "
Her words were swollen by the curse he tossed back at her. She was shocked by the look in his eyes and she trembled in a mixture of fear and desire. Jessica had no time to say anything to stop him, within a heartbeat he'd closed the distance between them, picked her up, and tossed her over his shoulders.
"OH! Oh my God! Mitch, you ass! Let me go!" she screamed and banged on his back. Her skin was on fire, a fire that was slowly spreading throughout her whole body. "Damn you," she cursed. She felt his hands on her thighs as he held her to him. His other hand slapped her body and she jerked. "You . . . you! You just hit me!"
"No shit; now settle down so I don't drop you. You're not as light as you were six years ago." He laughed when he received a hard slap from her hand on his back.
"Hey now," he growled out. He carried her up the stairs, slowly so he could enjoy the scent of her and the touch of her skin against his. His cock ached to plunge in deep. Everything about her surrounded him and he wanted to taste every inch of her.
"Some gentleman you are," she hissed, but stopped struggling. She focused instead on watching his ass as he walked. He'd changed too, that was sure. He was stronger and firmer. He was a man now, not a young boy becoming a man. She had tried not to think of him last night, but she had. She went to bed naked and then gotten up, tossed on her nighty and robe. Why? Was it because she hoped he'd come over and catch her looking seductive? She didn't know, what she did know was it felt wonderful to be in his arms, even if she did resemble a sack of potatoes.
Mitch made to her room and was glad the door was open. He walked in and spotted her bed. It wasn't long before he was tossing her on the bed. This he decided was his worst mistake. She fell back on the soft blankets. Her legs open, her hair a tangled mess, and her robe no longer a hindrance to his vision. The wrestling she'd done on his shoulder as she tried to fight him had caused the sash to untie and now it lay open. Her chest heaved up and down as she lay there, staring up at him.
"Tell me to leave Jess," he whispered as he started to remove his shirt.
She heard his words as her eyes followed his fingers. Her tongue came out and she licked her lip, then gnawed nervously on the bottom one. "I'm not staying, Mitch."
"Tell me to leave Jess," he repeated his demand. His shirt hit the floor. His fingers went to his boots.
Her eyes flashed with lust as she sat up and freed his belt buckle and her hands went to work on his jeans. "I'm not staying," she whispered, placing a kiss against his stomach.
He tossed one boot to the left and shivered when her mouth touched his flesh. "Fuck Jessie . . . " he growled.
He pulled off the remaining boot and pitched it somewhere behind him. Socks soon were following and when he looked at her again, her robe was off and her fingers were moving to the hem of her nighty. "No way, it stays for now," he told her.
Mitch moved over her. His jeans were tight, his cock aching. He held her gaze until his lips pressed against hers and then he closed his eyes and let himself just feel the woman beneath him.
Jessica whimpered from the loving touch he'd given her. She thought it was going to be fast and quick, but as soon as he touched her mouth, she knew it wasn't going to be hurried. Both of them had waited far to long for hurried. Her hands moved down his bronzed back; her nails left individual trails of heat as she worked her way to his waist, once there she pulled him tighter against her and ground her pelvis into his thick member.
He growled against her lips and pulled her lower one with his teeth. His callused hand moved down her torso and then up again. The silk caught a few times, but neither cared. His hand cupped her breast and he began kneading it with firm pressure. "Jessie," he moaned against her mouth.
She lay there under him, telling herself not to run her hands down his jean-covered ass and not to bring them to the front and wedge her fingers between them, but she ignored herself. She whispered his name, when his lips left hers to travel along her jaw and down her neck. He nipped at her flesh and she turned her head allowing him more skin to taste.
He made his way across her collarbone and pulled on the flimsy string that lay over her shoulder. Slowly he licked his way down it, until he reached the start of the v-cut that had driven him crazy in the kitchen. He nuzzled his face between the round breasts, enjoying the scent of her cleavage. His teeth pulled on the bow and he smirked as she begged for him to hurry. He chuckled as he loosened the tie and licked his way over to the round curve of her right breast. His hand came up and he pulled the material to the side exposing her nipple.
"Beautiful, baby," he muttered before capturing it with his mouth.
"Oh God," she moaned. Her fingers worked harder at releasing his pants and he laughed against her tit.
He lifted himself just enough to pull her hands from his cock. "Not yet Jess," he muttered.
He forced her hands from their prize and he went back to devouring her right breast. He licked from the hard nub to the top and then back down again, stealing a moment to bite and tease the pink gem. He opened his mouth and sucked firmly on the beautiful pearl, while his other hand massaged the left tit with hard strokes. The material was soon pulled away from that globe and his thumb and fingers were rolling the precious bead into a hard peak, one his mouth was soon enjoying. Back and forth he alternated his attention until her fingers were in his hair and she was pressing him further south.
