“Mitch!”
He reared back, propelling his arm behind him.
“Easy!” Brock yelled, apparently under the impression he wouldn’t restrain himself before he spanked her.
Mitch winked at his friends in an effort to taunt them. Then, he spanked her as he fucked her, twisting his hips as he sank deeper into that sweet womanly inferno burning with evidence of her unquenchable desire.
Chapter Thirty-Three
“They’ve been fucking for half an hour,” Rory complained, yanking the casserole out of the stove.
“Jealous?” Brock asked, sticking his hand in a bag of chips and eyeing the sensual lovemaking in progress.
Rory tossed the pan on top of the stove. “Damn right.”
Brock returned his focus to Mitch and Trixie. He’d never seen Mitch in the throes of true lovemaking. Brock hadn’t known him to give himself to a woman without conditions.
Trixie rode him. She locked her hands behind her neck and roughed him up like a man enjoyed being abused.
Mitch bracketed one arm behind her back, suckling her breasts as he thrust inside her with timed beats. A masculine growl resounded. He pumped harder and harder. Beads of sweat peppered his body. Perspiration dampened her beautiful flesh as well.
“Come!” Mitch cried out. “Now, baby. Oh yes, now. Right like that, sweetheart.”
“Fuck,” Rory muttered, standing beside Brock. “I feel left out.”
“We haven’t missed out by any means,” Brock said, his cock stretching forward. His erection was damn near painful and he longed to join them, but something inside him prevented him from interrupting them.
Perhaps he’d finally come to terms with the truth.
Mitch had clearly needed this time with Trixie. He’d been away from her for far too long and it didn’t take a mind reader to determine how much he loved her, how much he’d missed her. The man was undoubtedly head over heels for her.
A surge of guilt washed over him. Brock had tried to keep them apart in spite of what was right in front of him. His lifelong friend and his woman clearly loved one another.
“Come on, baby. Get wild with me,” Mitch crooned, his body in a jackknife position.
Trixie’s hair fanned around her shoulders. She flattened her palms against his belly and rolled her hips faster, grinding against his groin as her body undulated with his.
Mitch placed his hand behind him, throwing his body into the act, pushing his cock deep inside her channel, a hot pussy Brock could almost feel clenching and closing around his own cock as well.
“Delicious torture,” Brock rasped, his prick pulsating in his jeans.
“That’s it, sub. Squeeze. Oh yeah, baby. Right like that. Um…”
“Fuck him,” Rory said, slapping the potholders on the counter.
Brock shot him a quick glance and was relieved to see the grin stamped upon his face. Rory wasn’t upset. He was enjoying himself as much as Brock liked viewing from the sidelines, too.
“Talk to me, sweet thing,” Mitch said, his expression twisting into one of pure, unbridled lust.
Trixie’s skin blushed. Her mouth fell open, but all she managed was a throaty moan, one that left the hairs on the back of Brock’s neck standing on end.
“More, baby.” Mitch grunted. “Let me get off with you. Give it to me, sweet thing. Pulse that sweet pussy around my cock. Let me feel that tight snatch working for me.”
“Oh my God!” she screamed, bucking like crazy as her orgasm left her shaking all over the place. “Oh my sweet, sweet Dom.”
She relaxed as her orgasm came and went. Mitch’s body went rigid. He jerked violently. His face tightened. His brows furrowed.
“Ah yeah,” he whispered. “That’s my baby. Ah yeah. Right there, sweet thing. Right fuckin’ there.”
“And so it ends,” Rory muttered, turning to the cabinets and grabbing a few dishes.
Brock snickered. He took the plates from Rory and set the table.
“Are you two rabbits about done over there?” Rory asked.
Mitch gathered Trixie in his arms and held her against his chest. Kissing the top of her head, he turned to them and said, “If you were in my place right now, would you be finished so soon?”
Brock winked at Trixie. “I’ve been married for how long? I’m just getting started. Ask her.”
“I love you,” she mouthed.
“I know,” he said aloud.
She tucked her hands under her chin and looked up at Mitch. “I love you, too.”
“I know,” Mitch whispered. “But I love you more.”
* * * *
“I’m starving,” Trixie announced when they returned to the kitchen after a twenty-minute shower.