“You’re talking about this thing with the Bruces.” Landon said he was talking about everything. “I don’t understand.”
“You do. You just are too afraid to let it go. This thing with the Bruces, are you doing everything you can? Have you absolved yourself of causing it?” Mitch said he had. “Then there is no reason for you to think it won’t work out. Karma is a bitch.”
Mitch stared at his friend, and when he let go of his hand and turned to pick up his bag, Mitch stopped him from leaving with a touch of his hand on his arm. Landon looked at him but said nothing.
“Do they haunt you, Landon?” Landon nodded. “Bad? Is it really bad? I can help you, maybe.”
“No. You can’t help me with them. No one can. They are my...I guess you can call them my penance. Whatever you call them, they’re my responsibility, not anyone else’s.” Mitch wasn’t sure that was right and told him so. “Let it go, Mitch. All of it. Lean back, let the rest flow over you, because there isn’t shit you can do about it.”
After he left him standing there, Mitch thought that Landon wasn’t letting it go either. And that his relaxed, laid back appearance was just that, an appearance. Mitch didn’t think his friend was following his own advice and letting things go either.
Tomorrow he was going to face down his own form of torment, and for some reason, he had a feeling it was going to be much better than he’d thought. Getting his gear, he stepped off the plane just as a long limo pulled up. When Vinnie stepped out of it, Mitch thought his day could not get any better than this.
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Mitch smiled at her when he saw her. He was the most handsome man when he did that, especially when it was directed at her. As soon as he was close enough, he picked her up in his arms and kissed her. Vinnie felt all melty inside.
“I love you.” Her heart skipped several beats when he said it to her. Hearing it from this man was the greatest thing she’d ever heard, and she wanted to treasure it. “I love you with all of my heart and soul. You are and always will be the greatest thing in the world to me.”
“I love you as well.” They both got in the car, and she started to sit across from him when he pulled her onto his lap. Her legs were on either side of him, and she could feel his hardening cock. Rocking over him, riding him through their clothes, she started to unbutton his shirt. “I hope you know that this wasn’t really my plan.” He held her ass, pulling her tighter against him. “I love the way your mind works, however.”
“Ride me.” Her blouse seemed to just disappear when he started pulling at it. Her breasts were bared, his mouth on them before she could catch her breath. When he bit down hard enough to make her cry out, he lifted his head and looked at her. “Strip. Now.”
The command in his voice had her wet. When he pushed her to the other side and began tugging at her pants, she nearly begged him to take her right then. He wanted her to ride him, but his cock was freed and his fist holding himself gave her pause. The thought of sucking his cock made her mouth water.
Stripping down to her bare skin, she moved to sit on her knees between his legs and licked him from tip to groin. His precum tasted delicious, and she found she wanted that more than anything he was offering her. As soon as she took him into her mouth, he began fucking her hard, his hand curled to the back of her head to hold her.
Sending him images was something she’d wanted to do for a while now. Not just of the two of them, though that was erotic enough, but what she thought of when they had sex. Him coming over her. Mitch standing up, his cock stiff and oozing cum all over her while she sat there with her mouth open. Another image of what she thought he’d look like with her tied in front of him, her arms wide and her legs spread open. He was eating her, his hand digging so deeply into her ass that there would be marks. Her face covered in a mask so that when he did touch her, it would be a surprise to her.
“Christ, you’re killing me.” Looking up at him while she curled her tongue around his thick crown, she could see his eyes were hooded, his mouth slightly open. She wanted to watch him as he came down her throat, and needed to taste him this way. Reaching between his legs, she cupped his heavy balls in her hand and rolled them, watching his face to see if he enjoyed it. But when he stiffened, his hips lifted up off the seat, she tasted the first of his cum and slid her fingers into her * to come with him.