Chase atlantic smut

Kitchen (M.C)

"Mitchel don't you-" He cuts me off with a rough kiss on my lips and picks me up holding my ass, my legs wrap around his torso and he sets me on the cold counter.

I hear someone clear their throat and I pull away from the kiss looking in the doorway, seeing Kras and Clinton. Even though Mitchel so clearly knows someone is here now he moves on to kissing my neck "Mitchel, I told you not to." I scoot back some and use my feet to keep him away

"This is why hotels were invented," Kras says "Or bedrooms," Clinton adds as he walks to the fridge and Kras sits down at the island. I now sit criss-cross on the counter as Mitty stands next to me.

"Cmon let's go," Mitty says and grabs my hand, holding it. "Not right now," "I can change your mind." He kisses my cheek "I lost my appetite..." Clinton says and I shake my head "Look what you did, Mitty."  "I can't help it, Princess." "Mitchel fucking cave." "She's mad." I hear Kras say but my eyes are locked with mittys.

"Yes?" I roll my eyes "Go upstairs, Or behave." He shakes his head "Mitchel. Do it." He rolls his eyes but walks away towards the stairs since our room is upstairs. "how did she-" Kras starts but Clinton interrupts him "He loves her, Of course, she can control him." "But that well?" "Guys i'm still here." I remind them

"Why aren't you upstairs?" Clinton asks and I shrug "I will be soon enough I guess." I slip off the counter and grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "When is the wedding?" Kras asks and Clinton sits next to him. "We aren't getting married?" "Sure, now tell the truth." "We aren't Kras." He nods his head and looks away showing he doesn't believe me

"He hasn't proposed, No wedding. see you later." They wave and I make my way upstairs, when I open the bedroom door I see Mitty laying down on our bed jerking off. "Couldn't wait just a minute?" I joke and shut the door taking a sip of my water.

I feel in between my legs heat up as I watch him pleasure himself. "Come here." He demands and stops moving his hand, I walk over to the bed and set my water down on the bedside table. "Strip." He demands and I slip his hoodie off over my head and drop it to the floor

I then slip my shorts off leaving only my white lace thong on since I wasn't wearing a bra. He groans as he begins stroking himself again. "Off." His eyes concentrated on my thong and I slowly slip it off and he grabs my hand pulling me onto the bed.

He moves on top of me quickly and thrusts into me without warning, I gasp and grip onto his shoulders "Jesus Christ..." I groan and he slows down "My name, Princess."I moan instead of answering as the pleasure of his slow thrusts take over

"Words." He stills completely "Mitchel." I breathe out and he quickly resumes going harder and deeper. "That's right, Princess." I moan and dig my nails into his back causing him to loudly groan

I pull him down and kiss him hard and move to his neck leaving hickeys. He reaches above me to the headboard going deeper, if even possible. I feel my high coming and begin moaning his name louder. "God you feel so good," He says while breathing hard.

"I'm gonna-" "Not yet." He goes faster thrusting in and out of me "Come for me." And I come, the waves of my orgasm rippling through my body. He comes inside of me and places a soft kiss on my lips as he pulls out of me and lays to my side, both of us struggling to catch our breath