Champagne Brunch: The Stiletto Sisters Series by Ainsley Claire (easy readers .txt) 📗

cushion, her knuckles white and her breathing fast and noisy.

Sliding my cock back down between her slick lips, I feel for her entrance and nudge it. Mia takes a big breath in and seems to hold it. I push a little harder and enter her.

Holy shit! This is the first time I’ve been inside anyone without a condom, and it’s warm and like a wet fist is surrounding me. Incredible! I see her wince as I push in slowly.

“You’re so big. Don’t stop,” Mia whispers hoarsely, letting out the breath she’s been holding.

I move my hands up and down her thighs, right up to where my thumbs could slide over her mound, trying hard not to finish before we’ve really gotten started. I think about ice cream, football, shopping lists, drain cleaning—anything to stop me from coming just yet. It works, but the feeling and sight in front of me is difficult for my brain to suppress.

Gradually, with Mia moving her hips forward, I’m fully seated. I begin to rock back and forth. Mia locks her legs around my waist, and I keep pausing to let the feeling die down a little. I don’t want to release too early.

As I run my fingers across her body, concentrating on what I’m touching, I push the feelings running through my cock into the background—enough that I can give her deep, long strokes. She’s like a vice holding me tight, and it’s exhilarating.

I can’t distract myself any longer as Mia matches my rutting. My thumb circles her hard nub, and I focus on her pleasure. She palms her breasts, and she’s almost there.

“Come for me,” I demand. “I want you to come all over my hard cock.”

I feel the first contractions signaling the start of her climax. “Oh fuck, yes!” she cries out.

I jam my hips forward and hold them there a second or two as I follow her over the cliff. Mia’s trembling, shaking, and groaning, and I arch my back once, twice, three times, as I spend myself deep inside her. It’s a wholly different sensation without a condom, and now I understand why it’s better.

“Oh God,” Mia whispers after a while. “That was so wild. I’ve never experienced that level of intensity. I’m exhausted.”

She drops her heels down, and I begin to soften. Leaning forward, I plant a kiss on her soft stomach. “You’re amazing.”

I sit next to her on the couch again and pull her close. She pulls a throw blanket over us, and we watch the late afternoon strollers along the boardwalk.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” I ask. “Because I know if judges were watching, even the Russian judge would give our performance a ten.”

“Sadly, I have one-way windows, so they missed the whole thing.” Mia laughs, and I know that’s a sound I want to hear for the rest of my life.

Chapter 28

Mia

Having the possibility of Axel back in my life—especially after yesterday, which was incredible—is kind of making me giddy. Yet it also makes me extremely nervous. Too many things aren’t going the way I want them to right now. Too many things are out of my control. I can’t take much more trouble, so something needs to go right. I’d really love for it to be him. But in the meantime, I have to to focus on something else so I don’t explode.

I went in to the office to meet with my Flirt team this morning, and they’ve wowed me once again. They’ve really worked hard to get Flirt’s app prepared to go live in San Francisco. I want to do something special for them, and the City has Prospector fever right now—due largely to Jeremy’s stellar pitching, they’re winning their division. I send a text off to Nate.

Me: Is there any chance I could use my friendship with you to get about two dozen tickets to tomorrow’s game? I know Jeremy is pitching, but I want to do something for my team at Flirt.

Nate: I’m sure we can figure it out. No guarantees it will be great seats, but I’ll work on it.

 

Me: I owe you.

 

Nate: With everything you’re doing for Cecelia right now, we’re not even close to even. Tomorrow come to the park early with Axel and let’s celebrate.

 

Me: Sounds like a plan.

I just hope it’s a plan I can make happen. Axel ran down to LA today to sign a new player, and he won’t leave until he’s got it wrapped up tonight.

I send an email out to the staff of Flirt, alerting them to the possibility of tickets for them and a guest to the game tomorrow and asking them to let me know who’s interested.

The response is almost immediate. Our Slack channel explodes, and company instant messages go crazy.

Christina: As the head of marketing (aka party planning), I have to suggest that since the game is early, how about we get together afterward to celebrate? I live off of 3rd and Brannon. I’m happy to host. It may be tight, but it might be fun?

 

Me: If you’re sure, Flirt will buy drinks and dinner to be catered. Does that work for everyone?

Suddenly, we have a party coming together. Everyone has been so positive and upbeat and worked so hard through this launch. The atmosphere with this group is so fun and vibrant, it makes me question whether I want to return to Diamond Analytics.

I check the clock, and it’s time for me to go over for a meeting with Cameron Newhouse at SHN. He says they have updates on the Chinese theft of the Flirt app. Sean Grant, Flirt’s lead developer, will be joining me. He’s had some incredible insights with the software on our app. His development abilities far surpass mine, and he’s really made Flirt shine. I was warned when we