Hill, Meagan - Master Me [Masterson] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Meagan Hill

  “Mitch,” Miranda gasped out between kisses. “Is it possible to have an orgasm with what we’re doing?”

  Mitch groaned loudly as his hands tightened convulsively on her hips. “Yes, baby, it certainly is, though I didn’t know that until just now. You’re going to make me explode in my pants if we keep doing this. Oh, God, Miranda, please don’t stop,” Mitch finally ground out. His voice was low and gravelly when he answered her, making her shiver as goose bumps spread up her back from where his hands held her. She could feel her body tighten even more with his words. Instinctively, she lifted from her almost horizontal position above his chest until she was sitting upright on him, her weeping cunt perfectly positioned over his rock-hard cock.

  “Aargh! Never going to stop.” She loudly groaned, the sound echoed by Mitch a beat later. The change in position pushed them both a step closer to the edge they sought. Miranda wrapped her hands tightly around Mitch’s wrists, holding tightly as he continued to help her grind her body down onto him. She opened her eyes and looked at the man shuddering beneath her. His entire body was tensed, his lips pulled back almost into a snarl, his blue eyes glowing in their intensity. He was almost feral in his need, and rather than scaring Miranda, it only made her revel in her ability to do that to this man.

  Mitch couldn’t believe what they were doing. He hadn’t been this close to the edge so soon since he was a teenager. They’d barely kissed, and he hadn’t even touched her beyond the outsides of her hips, and yet her lithe body worked above his, grinding down as he thrust upward, their rhythm perfect together. She was exquisite, with her hair tumbling around her shoulders, her eyes glowing a bright green, a flush working its way across her breasts that threatened to spill out of her bikini top, and her stomach clenching with each stroke. He could see her bikini bottoms were drenched with her desire, and he longed to taste her.

  “Are you close, baby? Are you going to come for me up there? God, Miranda, please let me touch you, I can see how wet you are through your bottoms. You have to come first, baby, and I can’t last much longer.” Desperation colored Mitch’s growl.

  “Unngh, yes, Mitch, please touch me! Please make me explode, baby, I feel like I’m so close!” She groaned back at him. Just the thought of him climaxing beneath her nearly pushed her over the edge. She felt one hand leave her hips, so she released that wrist before leaning back a bit, bracing her loose hand on his thigh behind her. Mitch wasted no time moving his hand to her center, gently brushing over her mound before finding her clit behind the material. He wanted to just yank the material aside and begin exploring her soft folds, but felt that she might not be ready for that yet, despite what they were currently doing. They had already gone much further than what he had expected they might, and he didn’t want to push her, especially not when she was so close to her first orgasm. Using his thumb, he gently but firmly began working her bundle of nerves while keeping up the thrusting rhythm they’d both so enjoyed. With the loss of the help of his other hand, she wasn’t able to grind down on him quite as hard, allowing him to back down from his precipice some so he could concentrate on helping her find hers.

  Almost as soon as Mitch began stroking her flesh, Miranda’s body began shaking violently, and a long, loud moan echoed through the room. She was so close she was nearly insensate with pleasure. “Mitch! Please!” Miranda begged him, though she couldn’t say what she was begging him for, beyond release.

  “Are you ready, Miranda? Are you ready to come all over my hard cock?” His rough talk only made her tremble that much more. She was ready.

  “Yes, Mitch!” Miranda nearly sobbed, desperate to attain the release just out of her reach. “Please make me come!”

  Mitch moved his fingers so that his thumb and forefinger flanked her distended clit, before glancing up at her once more, making sure she was ready for what was coming. Her body was nearly vibrating she was so tightly wound. At the bottom of her next down stroke, he pinched the flesh between his fingers gently but firmly, and she shattered above him.

  Miranda’s mind fractured as the tension that had been coiled at her center suddenly exploded within her, flooding every molecule in her body with pleasure. Her cries of his name filled the air as her body clenched down tightly. Her pussy spasmed frantically, quivering in the waves of pleasure as she pressed downward with every ounce of strength she had.

  As soon as Mitch saw Miranda explode above him, throwing back her head and her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure pounded into her, Mitch was desperate to join her in release. He continued to watch her as her orgasm flowed through her. He moved his hand back to her hip and continued his upward thrusts. She was locked into place above him, pressing down onto his hard cock, and it took only three more thrusts before he toppled over the edge after her. Mitch’s mind disintegrated into a million pieces, each one painted with the sight of Miranda in ecstasy above him. A primal yell issued from his chest as his back arched sharply, thrusting his hardness up against her harshly as his cock spasmed with each pulse of liquid shooting out of him and soaking his pants and abdomen with wetness.

  Miranda felt his last thrust blast into her as she continued to tremble above him. Dimly, she was aware of him yelling her name as harsh shudders shook his large frame. Miranda’s body began to release its clenched state, and she found she no longer had the strength to hold herself up. She slumped forward just as Mitch’s body relaxed from its arched position, though his arms rose to wrap themselves around her. Her trembling melded with his until they both fully relaxed. It was several more moments before they could catch their breaths as they lay basking in the glow of the love they’d made.

  When Mitch could gather the energy, he raised his head enough to press a kiss to the top of her head. “I need to clean us up,” he rasped, almost too tired to talk, much less get up and walk to the bathroom. He startled a bit as he felt his pants shift around him before he realized that Miranda had just wished them clean and in fresh clothes. Mitch was wearing another pair of comfortable cotton sleep pants while Miranda was clothed in a soft-looking shift nightgown. He pulled her to him in a brief hug before snuggling his face into her hair and allowed himself to fall asleep, content with her in his arms.

  Miranda could only melt into Mitch’s chest where she’d landed. It felt so good to be lying with him, completely relaxed and sated, all of her body’s needs met for once. She felt him lean up to place a soft kiss to the side of her head, the only place he could reach, before settling back into the bed. When he mentioned needing to get cleaned up, she decided she really didn’t want to move, and so she used her long-practiced control of her environment and cleaned and changed them in an instant. She could feel when Mitch jumped in response to the switch then bounced on his chest gently with his resulting chuckles. When he’d finished, he pulled her in for a quick hug before relaxing completely into sleep, though his arms never unwrapped from around her. She knew she would soon be following him into sleep, sprawled atop him as she was. She was utterly content and relaxed. Gathering the last bit of her energy, she tilted her head over enough to press a kiss to his chest before whispering, “I love you, Mitch.” Miranda lay her head back down on Mitch’s chest, closing her eyes and allowing herself to succumb to sleep.

  As the two lovers fell into a deep sleep in their dream world and slid deeper into sleep in the tangible one, a soft wind began to sweep through the room in which they lay, though no fan was on, and no window was open. As the wind continued to swirl above them, the crystals Mitch had placed about the room with the bed as their center point began to glow. Brightly colored sparks of energy and power began to burst, the resulting sparkles falling upon their skin before sinking into their sleeping bodies.

  Chapter 3

  Mitch awoke a few minutes before his alarm clock, which was set for six o’clock. He reached over Miranda’s sleeping form to turn it off before it could disturb her. He was one of those lucky people who were clearheaded first thing in the morning, so he had no problem recal
ling the prior day’s events and the vivid dream from the night before. He allowed himself several moments to savor the feel of her relaxed and snuggled against him. He wondered how she would react to him when she awoke. The dream had been so real he couldn’t help but feel like the progress made in their relationship was real. His own emotions certainly seemed to have progressed accordingly.

  Cognizant of the fleeting time, Mitch knew he would have to wake her. He gently brushed the hair away from her face with his free hand, his other arm still wrapped around her. “Miranda? Baby? It’s time to wake up.”

  Miranda stirred briefly, tightening her arm that was draped across his chest. “Mitch?” she mumbled.

  “Yes, baby, it’s me. We need to get up soon to get to the airport in time.” Mitch couldn’t stop himself from continuing his caressing of her face. Miranda’s eyes fluttered open, immediately focusing on his eyes. They continued to stare into each other’s eyes for several moments, with Mitch still stroking her face, eventually moving down to brush her lips with his fingertips. The awareness between them thickened and deepened. “Miranda,” Mitch murmured as he gently pulled her toward him. Their lips softly touched, brushing against each other before settling firmly against each other. Mitch, using the arm still wrapped around her, pulled her up onto his chest more fully. He gently thrust his hands into her hair, angling their heads so he could deepen the kiss, which she responded to immediately. Their breathing began to deepen as their bodies responded to the rise in excitement.

  Suddenly, Miranda stiffened against him, pulling away. Mitch immediately let her go, wondering what had triggered her sudden unease. Her eyes were wide as she took in his face, searching for something, though Mitch had no idea what it was. “Baby, what’s wrong? Talk to me, Miranda.”

  Miranda blinked at him a moment before answering. “You called me Miranda. Why?”

  Uh-oh, Mitch thought to himself. How was he going to explain this? “Sorry. I had a very vivid dream last night about you. You asked me to call you Miranda because your grandfather used to call you that. We were at a beautiful beach you called your happy place and…”

  “I know. I was there. I just wasn’t expecting you to continue the closeness we’d gained while there…”

  “Wait a minute. What do you mean, ‘I was there’?”

  “I was there. It was my dream. You showed up out of nowhere while I was reading a smutty book. We talked about some stuff and then went to the house and…” Miranda trailed off and blushed, looking down at her hands, which happened to still be resting on Mitch’s naked chest.

  “Miranda, I don’t think that was a dream. I think maybe we were on a transcendent plane, one which you created and control. It’s the only thing I can think of that would explain why we both experienced it and remember what happened there.”

  “So what does that mean?”

  “I don’t know. I haven’t ever encountered that type of power before. Maybe my parents can tell us more. Which reminds me, we need to get going. We need to throw anyone tracking you off our trail before we go to the airport. Are you supposed to call in and report anytime soon?”

  “Yeah, in fact, I was supposed to call in last night, but I got distracted.”

  “Good, you can throw them off our trail more and give us a little more time.”

  “I can’t lie to them, Mitch. They’ll know immediately.”

  “Well, let’s see if we can come up with something truthful that would work. What would you normally tell them if we hadn’t met?”

  “That I found the camp but there was a Boy Scout troop there this week. I would then be on my way to the next target.”

  “Just tell them that, then. It’s more or less accurate. You’re not on your way to their next target but ours. Would that work?”

  Miranda thought it over briefly before nodding in agreement. She got up to dig around in her purse. Finally finding her cellphone, she sat back down on the bed near Mitch so he could listen in. She dialed the number, and released a deep breath when the voice mail picked up, clearly relieved she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone directly. Miranda left the message and hung up quickly.

  She and Mitch quickly dressed, working around each other as if they’d been married for years. The only moment of awkwardness came when Mitch was exiting the shower and Miranda walked in to work on her makeup. They both froze for a moment, staring at each other, before Miranda pivoted on her heel and quickly left the room, leaving Mitch chuckling behind her.

  They took Miranda’s car to the Dallas airport where they parked it in long-term parking. That, and the earlier message, would hopefully keep Cabela off their trail for the remainder of the week. After a rather large breakfast, they boarded the plane for Charleston and settled in for the four-hour flight. Mitch knew this was the best time to talk about what Miranda would be experiencing when they landed.

  “Miranda, we need to talk about the different ceremonies we can expect, but we have to be very quiet about it.”

  “Okay, I know I’m pretty ignorant of what’s coming.”

  “It’s not just that you’re unaware of what is involved, it’s that the ceremonies have parts that are rather intrusive. Especially for someone who has been through what you have.”

  “Are you trying to tell me I have to have sex with your father?” Miranda gasped.

  “No! No! Not at all. Ick. And keep your voice down!”

  Miranda was immediately submissive, lowering her eyes to her hands. “I’m sorry, Mitch.”

  Mitch felt like a heel. He hadn’t meant to snap at her like that. “No, Miranda, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Please don’t back away from me now.” Mitch lifted Miranda’s chin with a finger, bringing her eyes up to gaze into his. “Baby, please don’t go back to that. You’re doing so well. I’m sorry I snapped at you. You didn’t deserve it.”

  “It’s okay, Mitch. I understand. Are you sure you want me to not be submissive?”

  “Heavens, no. I love your attitude and sass. It rips my heart out when you revert to acting like that. Miranda, I love how you are for real, not how they trained you to be.” Miranda took a moment to search Mitch’s eyes. She found only truth. He did want her to be herself. She smiled at him gently, warmed with the knowledge he cared for her as she was.

  Upon hearing the ding signaling that the passengers could unbuckle their seat belts, Mitch raised the armrest from between their seats and pulled Miranda into his arms, arranging a blanket around them both. They sat that way for several minutes, letting the peace that was always generated when they were touching move through them. Mitch adjusted them in their seats so that Miranda was reclining along his torso and their heads were right next to each other. They could speak freely to each other without fear of others overhearing and without straining their necks uncomfortably.

  Miranda allowed him to adjust her body how he wanted it. When he’d stopped moving, she adjusted slightly to a more comfortable angle that allowed her to rest her head with her lips nearly touching his ear. “Tell me what I need to know,” she whispered, her breath brushing across his ear, causing him to shudder beneath her..

  “Behave, Miranda. I might be a Master, but I am still just a man. You’re going to kill me if you keep that up.” Mitch realized the moment the words left his lips that she might react negatively to him, so he was extremely relieved when she just chuckled huskily in his ear.

  “I think I like being the real me, Mitch. I feel mischievous, like I want to play with you,” she murmured in his ear while dragging her fingernails down his abdomen.

  Mitch groaned deep in his throat as erotic images of her “playing” with him blasted through his mind. His body completely ignored his pleas as it stirred strongly beneath her. There could be no doubt he wanted her, badly.

  “Mmmm, you are so hard beneath me, Mitch. I never thought I’d feel this for anyone, but I want to touch you, to feel your cock in my hands. Can I do that, Mitch?”

  “God, Miranda, you set me on fire! My body is yours. D
o what you want, so long as we don’t get caught. And keep talking. I love how you talk dirty to me.”

  “I’ll try. That’s new, too, though I love how you react to it. Just lean your head back like you’re sleeping, and let me do the rest.”

  Mitch pulled back to look Miranda in the face, searching for any hesitation or fear, but found nothing but passion and need. He kissed her deeply, reveling in her taste, before leaning back to appear to be asleep. Miranda adjusted how she was seated atop him to give her access to his already straining cock. Before she released him from his confines, she pulled some wet wipes from her purse in preparation for the mess she knew she was about to cause.

  Finally prepared, she carefully unbuttoned and unzipped Mitch’s shorts, before pulling the shorts and his boxer briefs down enough to allow her free access. Mitch, of course, had to help her by lifting his ass, but they managed to do it with very little visible movement. Mitch couldn’t help the sigh of relief he released when his hardened dick was freed from the painful constrictions of his clothes.

  Miranda paused a moment, trying to picture what was below the blanket. She wouldn’t be able to see what she was doing, so she would have to rely solely on feel and the responses Mitch gave her. Gathering her courage, she gingerly touched the base of his cock, eliciting a jerk and a soft grunt.

  At her gasp of surprise, Miranda looked up to find Mitch’s eyes boring into hers. “Miranda, you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with,” Mitch ground out “I’ll live.”

  “No, it’s not that. I just didn’t expect you to react so strongly. Mitch, I told you. You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted to touch. I love how I affect you. It just makes me want to touch you more. Please, let me bring you pleasure while we still have time to ourselves.”