“I’d be honored if you stole it,” Mitch said with a wink.
“So, Bryn, how do you like being a firefighter?” he asked quickly moving the conversation along.
I shook my head. “No shop talk tonight. Let’s just be two people, enjoying each other’s company without swapping gruesome call stories or comparing scars.”
“Fair enough.”
The rest of the time we spent at the bar was a little hazy. Looking down at my arm, I could tell I needed to ice it and get some more ointment on the angry skin. I guess my face gave me away because right then, Mitch asked for the check, handing the bartender his card before I could even attempt to protest and help pay.
“That needs to be taken care of.” Mitch pointed down to my arm and I nodded. “I’ll take you home?”
I shook my head. “I’m not ready to go home yet.” My words slurred together more than usual.
He signed his receipt. “Fine, you’re coming home with me and I’ll take care of you there.”
I was embarrassed. I was drunker than I’d meant to get. Thankfully, Mitch seemed like a decent guy.
“Why are you being so nice to me? I’m just a stranger,” I saidmostlyclearly as he helped me off of my barstool, and just the simple brush of our hands sent desire coursing through my body in an instant.
“We’re all strangers at one point or another, Bryn,” he muttered, pulling me into his side.
That’s when I realized how freaking tall he was. I wanted to taste his mouth, but it felt a million miles away. I reached up and grabbed the back of his neck, yanking those gloriously plump lips to mine.
Fireworks.
Dazzling fireworks.
They erupted in my gut as our lips crashed together in the middle of the bar. Mitch’s arms wrapped around my middle and pulled me into his muscular body.
“Holy hell, girl, you’re incredible.” His lips brushed over mine as he whispered into me.
* * *
We made out like drunken,horny teenagers in the back of the Uber, all the way to his apartment building, up the elevator, and down the hall.
Mitch slammed me into his door, never parting his lips from mine as he fumbled for the keys in his pocket.
The door flew open behind me and I went flying into a bare apartment, straight into boxes—falling, crashing, shrieking, humiliated.
“Holy fuck, are you okay?” Mitch grabbed me, pulling me into his strong arms as he chuckled a little. “Well, I guess I need new dishes.”
I gripped his shoulders as he kissed down my neck, pressing me against his newly painted wall. “Sorry…”
“Don’t be. I hated those piece of shit plates, anyway,” he breathed against my skin.
Mitch unclasped my bra, letting me shimmy out of it and throw it to the side. Then he put his hand in the middle of my chest, pressing me against the wall before dropping to his knees. He yanked my skirt up and pulled my pink thong down around my ankles.
His hot breath danced over my soaking clit as my knees started to quake. With his free hand, Mitch traced circles over my inner thigh as he gently let his tongue glide over my swelling bud. I cried out from the simple caress.
“Just wait, babe. You ain’t felt nothing yet.” Mitch’s words were barely audible as his flattened tongue spread my slick lips.
I held on tight to his short hair, panting and moaning uncontrollably with my eyes slammed shut.
“God, you taste so damn good.” He exhaled right before forcefully shoving his fingers into my wetness, and in an instant, I was done. My orgasm built up and coursed through me until I was a puddle on the floor.
Mitch scooped me up into his arms, kissing me sweetly. “I told you, love, there’s still more to come.”
“Holy fuck.” Not my classiest response, but it was all I could think to say as I locked eyes with this stranger who had just given me one of the most intoxicating orgasms of my life within minutes of us being alone together.