by elixaeverett
"That's fine. You've got enough food there for a few people." she commented, seating herself at the table, which he had already dressed with two place settings and waited for Mitch with the food.
He carried the two plates over to the kitchen table, both overloaded with an assortment of delicious-smelling breakfast delights and shrugged. "Thought I may have worked up quite an appetite with you last night and I wanted to make sure you had loads of energy for what I have planned for us today."
Clarissa cocked a curious brow at him, "Is that so?"
"Oh yeah." Sitting down across from her, he immediately began digging into the food.
They ate in silence for several minutes. Clarissa had to admit he was one hell of a cook. Everything he'd prepared was delicious. Finally, not being able to restrain her curiosity any longer she had to ask, "So what did Roger want?"
"Who?" he feigned bemusement over the question.
Clarissa shoved another forkful of egg in her mouth before answering. "Roger, my ex-husband. What did he want?"
When he didn't reply right away, she added, "I know he was here, the doorbell woke me up."
With a loud sigh, Mitch stopped eating and caught her eyes. "From the way you spoke of him six months ago it didn't seem you were all that interested in talking to him again.
So to save you some distress, I thought it was best not to mention him showing up," he explained. Eyes narrowed at her, he asked, "It is over with you two isn't it?"
Clarissa's mind journeyed back to the night with him a couple of months ago. It had been as dull and tedious as sex with him had ever been, but because of that one night, he kept showing up - she assumed hoping for more - but she'd refused since then. However, it wasn't like Roger to give up when he wanted something so that one night had lead to his pursuit of her.
She reached across the table and took his hand in hers, "Of course it is. Don't be ridiculous."
"Alright then."
Hmmm, interesting. As they went back to eating, Clarissa couldn't help but wonder where the spurt of what appeared to be jealousy had come from. He was the one that wasn't ready to commit and left. Sure, neither had she been at the time, but she had asked him to join her to Vegas and he'd refused her offer. He'd snuck out like a bandit in the night while she'd slept.
"So why are you here, Mitch?"
"Well I miss "
"No bullshit, Mitch, why are you really here?" Clarissa interrupted.
A loud clank of metal on glass sounded, causing Clarissa to flinch, as Mitch huffed and dropped his fork onto the plate. "Come on." He stood and extended his hand to her.
"Where are we going?" Clarissa frowned, but nodded. Taking his hand she allowed him to lead her out the back and out of the door. It was a particularly stunning summer morning, sunbathing weather if Clarissa had ever seen it.
Strolling over to one of the lounger chairs, Mitch stripped the towel from his waist and slid onto the chair, motioning for her to settle herself between his legs.
Clarissa nibbled on her lower lip as she slid the shirt from her shoulders and tossed it to a nearby pool chair, to reveal to him her naked body - with the exception of her lace panties. As she stripped off the panties, his cock began growing at a rapid pace, stirring the arousal within her. Once off, she tossed the panties onto the shirt and then situated herself between his legs, leaning her back against his chest, with his rock hard shaft pressing at her ass.
"We really shouldn't be out here naked." Clarissa informed him.
Mitch raised a curious eyebrow at her. "Oh, why would that be?"
"Well, see that house over there?" she nodded towards a house to the left of them, a little less spectacular in design than Clarissa's, but still beautiful by most peoples'
standards.
"Yeah, so?"
"Well, Mr. Wetherfield enjoys watching me out here by the pool, so this might not be the best place to be hanging around naked."
"Really, now?" Mitch grasped her thighs and spread them wide; straddling her legs over his thighs. He reached around her and palmed her mound, caressing her satiny soft pussy.
"Yes," Clarissa gasped and closed her eyes, her hands grasping the sides of the lounger.
"Is there a Mrs. Wetherfield?"
"Yes." She managed to squeak out as he slipped a finger between her folds and began stroking her along her slit.
Mitch leaned over and began placing feather-light kisses up her neck. His fingers were like magic, playing between the lips of her pussy, and then dipping deep into her before sliding out and beginning their torment on her clit. Her hips bucked against his hand, as the tremors began to shoot through her.
"So how do you know he watches?"
"The window. C curtains m move. Oh god!" She reached behind her, directing his teasing lips from her neck to meet hers. As his tongue slipped between her parted lips, his free hand slid up her torso, to palm her breast. His fingers grazed the nipple, then began rolling and pinching it into a hardened peak.
He stopped kissing her a moment and looked over to the widow. Clarissa followed his gaze and sure enough the curtains were now parted slightly and they could make out the outline of Mr. Wetherfield.
Clarissa froze and she felt the immediate need to cover herself from the older man's prying eyes. Covering Mitch's hand - which was tormenting her pussy - with her own, she stopped his sweet torture for a moment. "Maybe we should take this inside?"
"We're fine here." Mitch dipped two fingers deep into her moist core and continued to stroke her inner wall as his lips renewed their teasing of her neck, his lips kissing, tongue flicking and teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh.
She took a deep unsteady breath and tried to forget that there was a set of eyes on her and Mitch, as she tried to focus on his hands and mouth, at the pleasure that was shooting through her and the throbbing between her legs that was aching to be relieved. Soon the thought of being watched became more of a turn-on than intimidating.
Fuck it! Let him watch. Let them both watch.
Perhaps it was the feel of Mitch so expertly touching her? She didn't know, all she knew was that she needed to be filled, then and there, and couldn t care less if the whole block watched! She pushed back against his cock, wiggling her ass against him and was pleased to hear a low growl come from him as a result of her teasing.
"I've been carrying a hard-on all morning, from wanting to fuck you so badly," he growled in her ear. His warm breath sent shivers down her spine and she whimpered in response. "Get on your hands and knees; we're going to give the neighbors a show."
Oh-my-god. How am I going to face them after this! The thought once more paralyzed her briefly, but the feel of his cock pressed against her ass and the sensations rushing through her as Mitch brought her rapidly to orgasm, broke her paralysis and she found herself eager to do as asked if it meant he'd fuck her hard and without mercy.
Eagerly she moved forward, bracing herself up on her elbows and hoisting her bottom up to him. Her juices were gathered at the entrance of her heated depths and she felt them slide slowly down her thighs as she switched positions.
"Fuck, you get so wet for me, Clarissa." Instead of his cock, she felt his tongue lap up her juices moments before he grasped her hips in his hands and buried his face in her cunt. She cried out as his tongue flicked and teased the entrance to her pussy, thrusting in and out of her hole.
She bucked against him, her breasts swaying as she rocked against his face. She could feel eyes on her - Mr. Wetherfield's eyes - and she looked up to meet them. She gasped as she noticed that his wife had joined him at the window and they were both watching, their eyes glued to her and Mitch.
"The wife's watching," she managed to choke out, just seconds before a tremor rocked her body and she moaned from the sensation.
Mitch lifted his mouth from her and chuckled. "Then we'd better put on a good show for them, baby."
For a fleeting second, the mortifying thought of them reporting her to the community council came to her
mind, but as Mitch stood and started running his cock back and forth between her pussy lips she soon forgot about the neighbours and her focus returned to the idea of getting filled by his thick, hard cock.
The tip of his cock finally settled at the entrance of her pussy, the head just slightly buried into her, in far enough that she felt as though she'd die from frustration if she had to wait a second longer. She bucked back against him, successfully burying his cock into her heated core.
"Oh yeah, baby," Mitch groaned pushing into her and filling her to the hilt. Her pussy stretched to accommodate his massive girth and she cried out. As he began thrusting deep and hard into her, she reached between her legs, exposed her clit and stroked it in time with his insistent pounding.
She had only just begun to stroke herself when she was forced to stop as she felt her body readying itself to come. Her body tightened and coiled; she was so close to release that her entire frame felt tense and on edge. "Oh God, yes Mitch, fuck me hard!" She cried out, two more thrusts and she found herself exploding onto his cock and collapsing onto the lounger, but Mitch quickly grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up.
Sitting back on his heels, he pulled her up with him so she was straddling his lap, facing away from him and towards the Wetherfields, who remained at the window, watching intently.
"Ride my cock, baby," he coaxed, thrusting his hips up and pressing his hard shaft tighter into her. "Let old Mr. Wetherfield get a good look at these beautiful tits of yours."
Panting and still not fully recovered, Clarissa nodded and began moving up and down on him. She was becoming light-headed and her legs felt like jelly, but she pressed on, riding him hard. From this position it felt as though he was pushing further into her, the tip of his cock stroking her g-spot. Each time she slammed down onto his cock, she cried out.
As she increased her speed, rising up and slamming down onto his cock, she screamed, moaned and whimpered without any thought to the volume or the sounds she was making, all she was concerned about was coming again and feeling him shoot his load deep inside her.
"Oh fuck yeah. That's right baby, milk that cock." Mitch's voice whispered against her ear, his lips sucking at her neck and shoulder.
His cock throbbed within her, urging her to move faster, harder. She reached behind her and grasped his biceps as she increased her speed to a frenzied pace, her breasts jiggling from the vicious movements.
Close, so close. She was seconds away from her much-needed release. Just as she was about to come, Mitch grabbed tighter to her hips and rammed her down hard onto his cock, as he unloaded within her with a loud groan. The feel of his cum rushing into her, slamming against her inner walls, was enough to set her off as well. She came with him, the vibrations from her orgasm milking his cock of every last drop of cum, before her body gave out and she collapsed backward into Mitch's strong embrace.
"I can't get enough of your tight pussy, Clarissa," he growled in her ear, nipping at her lobe.
All she managed as an answer was a self-satisfied sigh. She pulled herself up and off of his exhausted cock and lowered herself from his lap. They both repositioned themselves so that she was lying back against him more comfortably.
"Your neighbours must have gone off to do a little fucking themselves," Mitch nodded to the widow. The curtain was back in its place and the Wetherfields gone.
Clarissa laughed, "Yeah, maybe." Her mood became more sombre and she turned her body so that she was lying over him, her front pressed against his chest. She needed to know what was going on with him; the sooner she knew the better it would be - for both of them. "Now that you've had your morning screw, I think you need to stop with the bullshit and tell me why you've really come here."
Mitch sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Alright. I'll tell you."
Chapter 4
"For the record, I did really miss you. I wasn't bullshitting about that - I swear to God, Clarissa."
Clarissa's dark eyes peered into his blue ones as she nodded. "I believe you. But I also know that isn't the primary reason for you showing up." She gave him a soft smile and placed a light kiss on his chest. "You're not the only one who can read people."
"Well, I did go to Vegas, after I left."
Clarissa's smile faded slightly. Vegas could be a lot of trouble for a lot of people -
especially people like Mitch. "And?"
"This is so embarrassing Clarissa." He sighed and shook his head. "No, you know what, this is a bad idea. I should never have come here." He attempted to slip out from under her, but she refused to budge, straddling his torso and pinning him to the lounger.
She knew if he really wanted to get up he could, but she needed to at least make an effort to see what in the hell was going on with him.
"I might be able to help," she reasoned as she leaned over, her uncovered breasts grazing his chest and brushed her lips over his. "At least tell me what you need."
He pulled her tight to his chest while remaining quiet for a minute as if considering her words. "Well, when I left that night I decided to go to Vegas anyhow and as you know I'm not the most honest of men."
Clarissa wanted to interrupt and tell him he wasn't as bad as he felt he was and that it didn't have to be that way, but she kept her mouth shut and continued to listen.
"Well, I found myself a great con. One I thought I'd be able to profit big from. I won't go into the details now, but let's just say I got caught by some very scary people."
Clarissa's heart sank to the pit of her stomach. Oh, no! Scamming the casinos? He didn't have to tell her that for her to be pretty certain that was the case. The fact he wasn't in jail meant he was scamming people that preferred to deal with situations on their own.
Her mouth suddenly went dry. "How much?" she finally managed to squeak out.
"A hundred grand," he answered after some hesitation. "But they want one twenty-five, their idea of 'a fuck with us' penalty I guess. And they want it in five days."
"Shit," Clarissa gasped. That was a fuck load of money. Most of her assets were tied up, but she could wrangle up the money if needed. She looked up at Mitch, a man she barely knew, but felt a connection with that she'd never felt with anyone before. Could she possibly say no and live with herself? She doubted it.
Of course, there was always the possibility that this was a scam all in itself; she'd give him the money and he says thanks and fuck off into the night. Though - again - she doubted it. The decision was a pretty easy one, she had to help him.
"Alright. We'll go to the bank tomorrow, work on getting the cash and fly out to Vegas in a couple of days and pay him off. No worries."
"Damn it, Clarissa, I... I hate doing this, asking you. It wasn't fair of me to even tell you. I'm so sorry."
Clarissa shook her head. "Nothing to be sorry about. I have a successful business, just got a good divorce settlement and dad is loaded. It's all right." She ran her fingers along the line of his jaw, stubby from a few days worth of beard growth. "If I can't help the people I care about, then what kind of person am I?"
"Too good of a woman for me, I know that much," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
Looking up at him she frowned, "Who do you owe anyhow?"
"Lucas Choski."
Clarissa's mouth dropped. Lucas was a very close friend of her and her father, and also an avid Nascar fan and a sponsor of her father and brother's racing. She'd known him all her life; shit, even called him Uncle Lucas. He also owned one of the most successful casinos in Las Vegas and was notorious for taking matters into his own hands when it came to thieves and cons - of course, no one was able to prove anything. The fact Mitch was still alive was a small miracle all in itself.
Quickly she got up and rushed toward the house, with a confused Mitch on her heels.
"Hey Clarissa, what are you doing?"
"I have to make a few phone calls. Get your stuff ready, we're hopping the next flight to Vegas." Rushing into her study, she slipped behind her desk and flipp
ed on her computer.
"What? Today? What's going on?" Mitch asked, rushing into the den after her.
"I'll explain on our way to the airport. Just let me make a few calls and then we can go."
When his silence answered her, she looked up and gave him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry. I think I have this covered."
Mitch raised a sceptical eyebrow at her. "You think?"
Clarissa shrugged, "Would you rather I lied to you and told you I definitely have this covered?"
Appearing to consider it for a moment, Mitch nodded. "Yeah I think I would."
Laughing, Clarissa gave in, "Alright, Mitch sweetie, I know I have this covered."
Cocking her head on one side, she gave him a wink. "Feel better?"
He clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and nodded, "Not really."
****
Clarissa had booked them at the Luxor Hotel and Casino; they had already settled in and were now on their way to see Lucas Choski. As they sat in the back of the cab, she kept insisting that everything would be alright, but as the restaurant came into view - the one they were supposed to meet Lucas at - the restaurant Lucas owned, Mitch couldn't help the feeling of dread that washed over him.
There was also another problem, the fact that he felt like a royal asshole having to have Clarissa bail him out of this bind he was in. Maybe this was the wakeup call he needed? The thought had crossed his mind a number of times on the flight to Vegas.
Maybe it was time to consider settling down, and maybe even trying his hand at a normal relationship? Maybe.
Clarissa reached across the car seat and gave his hand a squeeze. When he looked over and met her gaze, she gave him a reassuring nod. His pulse had almost settled, but the car coming to a stop at the front of the restaurant had his heart thumping rapidly once more.
Mitch passed the driver a ten for the fare, telling him to keep the change and followed Clarissa out of the car and onto the sidewalk. It was just past 10pm and the whole area was brightly lit with an assortment of neon colors. If he hadn't been here on such grave circumstances he would have savoured the excitement of the atmosphere.