Rochester Mansion- The Complete Series Page 19

  Mike didn’t want to differ with her, but he couldn’t think of too many momentous things that had happened in her absence; though her experience was vastly different. To her, even the rise of social media might be a sea-level rise that had simply crept up on those living through it.

  “Are you okay?” Mike asked, touching her on the shoulder.

  She leaned into it, gazing up at him, but he was distracted. The magical heat of her touch appeared to be gone.

  “I’m fine, I guess.” She said. “And we should probably talk. I know that, but I’m not ready yet. I do thank you for trusting me.”

  Mike gave her a smile, squeezing her shoulder. Sela brought the hand to her cheek and he felt a warmth of a different sort.

  “Coffee?”

  She smiled. “Never could stand it.” She gave him one last chuckle, then turned back towards the television screen.

  The kitchen provided him with the coffee he needed and something else that was surprising.

  It felt like home.

  Mike had loved what Rochester Mansion had done for him over the past month, but he had never felt entirely at home there. The feeling warmed him inside, just as Sela’s touch had warmed him in the depths of The Source beneath the house itself. Even though there were still a lot of mysteries yet for him to unravel, he felt like he was getting a grip on things, but he realized it may have just been the sudden burst of caffeine in his system.

  He smiled. Sela might have answers for him, she might not. The fact that she had mentioned he gave her freedom was still a big one. She had obviously been trying to do him some sort of harm down there, but it hadn’t happened. The trust he had given her was conditional and he knew it. He wasn’t worried so much about Eliza, but Aimee was a different story. The spunky young coed never met anyone who wasn’t her friend and was the type to invite the vampire over the threshold, metaphorically speaking.

  Mike snorted a bit in his coffee when he realized that, considering, that scenario wasn’t something he’d scoff at. Weirder shit has happened, right?

  He was just drying up the coffee with a rag when the aforementioned redhead came in, though this time she looked a little worse for wear.

  “Wrong side of the bed?” Mike said, smiling and embracing her as she shuffled over to his arms cocooned in a fluffy white robe.

  “I think you banged the life out of both of us last night.” She said, sighing the words into his own robe before looking up at him. “Eliza’s still conked out up there.”

  Mike’s mind went back to the previous evening. It had been a long one. For the girls, it had been his long absence. For him, he wasn’t entirely sure. There was something about Mansion Mike’s resurgence down in the Source that he couldn’t fully reconcile. It was as if those two parts of him were starting to merge. It had shown last night with the loves of his life.

  “Should I register that as a complaint?” Mike asked, half-seriously.

  It was Aimee’s turn to spit up her coffee. “God, no.” She whispered. “More, please.”

  Chapter Four

  Mike watched as Aimee made up the upstairs guest room. She had already setup the downstairs room for Sela and Mike was happy he had been there to keep the flirting to a minimum. It was hard enough suppressing his own desire for the woman without someone as brash and open as Aimee getting involved.

  “So, who are these guests anyway?” Mike asked. “You and Eliza were both a bit squirrely about them last night.”

  “Squirrely?” Aimee laughed, tucking the fitted sheet under the king-sized mattress. “How old are you, again?”

  Mike smiled. “Really. Who are they?”

  “Friends of Rachel’s.” Aimee smirked, moving around to the front corner of the bed by where Mike was standing.

  She bent over to tuck in the next corner and Mike grabbed her by the hips, pulling her backwards as his fingers found the ticklish spot on her ribs. She squirmed helplessly in his grip. Despite her spunk, he outweighed her significantly.

  “Okay, okay, okay!” She said, finally relenting as he turned her to face him, lifting her by her hips to his lips. “Jesus.”

  “I take it they’re famous?”

  Aimee grinned as he brought her dainty toes back to the floor. “Yeah. They’re both about the hottest thing on the market right now.”

  Mike watched her take up the sheet again, moving around the last post as she pulled it taut. “And I’m taking it that both of these mystery people are people you’re interested in joining in this bed?”

  Aimee looked up with that trademark smirk. “Well, I’m not sure if they are into each other, but I’d certainly take them one-on-one if that were the case.”

  “Okay.” Mike said. “I’ve been piqued.”

  The redhead frowned as she came back up to him, looking up into his eyes. “You’re not going to talk like that when they’re around, are you?”

  The tickling started again, this time in earnest.

  Chapter Five

  Daisy and Sophia. The pair of them were even more stunning in person that he remembered them from their television persona. The show itself was one of the most popular on television and the two lovelies had practically grown up on set together in front of a watching world. Mike had often wondered in the past if casting directors just somehow knew which girls would grow up to be knockouts or if the fame guided them in that direction.

  Either way, Mike was anxiously awaiting and happily accepted the two distinct ripples of energy as they crossed the threshold of Rochester Mansion, eyes up and mouths open as they took in the majestic opulence of the almost fully-restored Victorian.

  Daisy turned to face him just as the second ripple went through him and Mike saw that look in her eye. It was intense enough for him to have to press Mansion Mike back into the shadows as he forced himself to listen to the conversation at hand.

  “Rachel said she’s sorry that she can’t be here, but she definitely wanted the two of you to see the house.” Aimee said.

  Sophia’s slow three-sixty pirouette finally ended with her crystal-blue eyes on Mike. “She also wanted us to meet Mike here, especially.”

  Mike actually felt ogled for the first time, though he had felt the same way when Sela had looked at him down in The Source. She had chosen to go out, taking Aimee’s car.

  “He’s definitely a special guy.” Aimee said, grinning, but mostly to him. “Eliza would be here as well, but she had to visit an old friend that recently suffered a loss.”

  “Oh, that’s terrible to hear.” Sophia said with actual registerable sympathy in her voice. “I hope everything turns out okay.”

  She turned a lock of her curly, red hair in her fingertips as she spoke, her eyes flitting back and forth between Aimee’s and Mike’s.

  “It’s okay.” Mike said. “It was a college friend of hers and the husband had been suffering from cancer for a long time. It’s actually for the best.”

  “That sucks.” Daisy said, her face seeming to have a hard time not looking happy, even when she was trying to be serious. Of the two, she was the cute one, while the redhead was the stunning one.

  He wanted them both.

  There was a silence as the two young actresses continued to admire the main entranceway. Mike was trying to compare them to their television personas but was having a hard time. They were just two attractive young ladies. One twenty-one and the other twenty-three, he reminded himself; having looked them both up after finally torturing the information out of Aimee with his fingertips.

  “Wanna look around?” Aimee finally offered. She seemed a bit star-struck herself.

  “That would be fucking cool.” Daisy said, stepping up to take Mike’s hand in hers. The redhead’s faced registered she was a bit miffed she hadn’t come to the plate first. She took Aimee’s offered hand, instead.

  “After you.” Mike offered, allowing Aimee to lead the way. She chose the grand staircase first and his eyes closely followed the redhead’s flowing skirt as she rose above him and
Daisy.

  “From the looks of it, you’re going to have some of that before we’re out of here, handsome.” Daisy whispered to him, though he had to lean down to hear it. She was significantly shorter than her costar and friend.

  “You think so?” Mike answered.

  “Oh,” The brunette said. “You’ll have to fight her off with a stick if you’re not into it. I’ve seen that look before. Sophia gets what she wants.”

  Mike laughed. He could hear bits of the conversation a few steps above, but it was mostly about the mansion itself. “And what about you? Do you always get what you want as well?”

  The actress’s hand slipped through his crooked elbow and went to the front of his pants where things were already beginning to wake up. “Depends on what I want.” She said, her fingers squeezing and finally finding the shape she was looking for.

  The upstairs tour finished with the master bath.

  “We can go downstairs and see the rest.” Aimee said, turning towards the staircase.

  “If you don’t mind, I’m going to use the ladies’ room.” Daisy said.

  Sophia smiled. “I guess we’ll catch up with you in a few minutes.”

  “Oh, don’t wait for me.” Daisy said. “I’ll find my way.”

  Mike, being his oblivious old self, wasn’t fully with it and the redhead stopped him with her palm on his chest right at the opening to the staircase. She gave him a look that was more hungry predator than the sweet prettiness of her face would have been guessed to have produced. “You should probably wait for Daisy.” She said. “She tends to get lost sometime. Don’t worry, though. We’ll have plenty of time to talk.”

  The way she said her last words brought Mike’s cock fully back to attention. The words themselves might have meant one thing, but the tone meant another. Aimee had already turned to head down the stairs.

  “Why don’t the two of you warm things up for me?” He said, bringing his lips close to Sophia’s ear. Her lips searched for his but he pulled back.

  “Coming?” Aimee said from a few steps down.

  “I certainly hope so.” The redhead said, tossing her gorgeous hair over her shoulder as she caught up with the redhead he loved.

  Mike turned back down the hallway to the closed bathroom door and stood there for a moment. Mansion mike had definitely been tamped down a bit.

  The door opened an inch and a bright, green eye peered out, followed quickly by a hand that grabbed his shirt.

  “Jeez, do I have to send you a telegram or something?”

  Chapter Six

  Daisy’s lips were on Mike’s abs before he even realized she had quickly backed him up against the vanity and lifted his shirt. Hands pushed it upwards as her lips rose with them, teeth sinking into one of his nipples as she rose nearly to her own full height.

  “I know it’s going to be an orgy down there in a little bit but I wanted to bite off a piece for myself first.” She said, those eyes sparkling up at him with a hunger.

  “What piece?” Mike asked, feeling a bit of Mansion Mike in himself. It felt good.

  “Your choice.” She purred.

  Mike lifted her by her waist to his lips, feeling her toned legs wrap around his waist as her lips melted against his, those eyes finally winking out as she closed her lids and lost herself in the passion of the moment. Mike could feel the firmness of her ass under her skirt, though she was far from waifish. She was a strong little thing, her body matching her apparent feistiness. He felt a little bad about monopolizing her time this way, as he’d already judged that she would have been Aimee’s preference of the two. The thought of the coupling likely going on downstairs kept his cock hard between Daisy’s legs, though there wouldn’t have been an issue without the additional stimulus.

  Her lips were incredible and her assault on his tongue was as fierce as her demeanor. He’d already chosen his proverbial piece, though. He’d return to those sweet lips later.

  Mike turned, catching his own eyes in the mirror as he rested the beauty on the vanity, right between the two opalescent sinks the mansion had graciously provided. He made sure that her skirt had migrated north enough to put him eye-to-eye with the treasure between her legs the moment he knelt before her altar.

  “No panties.” Mike whispered, before locking his lips on her taut inner-thigh.

  “All the better to be your good little slut.” Daisy groaned, her fingertips knotting themselves in his hair.

  Mike had noticed that the magic of the mansion had changed since he had become the owner. Its first gifts to him had been subservient almost to the point of slavery. While it definitely did the trick, it wasn’t exactly his preference. As time had gone on, it had seemed to read him. Daisy’s denigrating sluttiness was definitely up his alley.

  The beautiful young actress desperately scooched herself to the edge of the counter, spreading her legs though it would have required an intense amount of strength to support for any length of time. As Mike’s lips and searching tongue honed in on the source of her delicious aroma, he took over for her, taking the underside of her knees in hand as he pushed her open wider, forcing her to brace herself with one hand against the mirror.

  “Oh, fuck yes.” Daisy groaned as Mike’s tongue pressed along the seam of her lips, parting them delicately to grant him some of the nectar held within. He bolstered her sexy legs back firmly as a shudder of pleasure coursed through her small frame.

  “That’s the piece I wanted to bite off.” He said, hearing the hoarseness in his voice as he reclaimed his prize, this time sealing his lips against hers as he drove his tongue deep inside her. She tasted amazing and the responsiveness of her body drove his cock to the aching point inside his pants as he moved up to pay some attention to her clit. He could almost hear her heartbeat as it pulsed, anticipating his attention.

  Mike attacked it with his teeth and tongue, giving it constant sensation as he felt her body become more and more aroused.

  “God, I want that dick in me.” She growled, her fingers pressing his head tighter against her throbbing clitoris as she tried in vain to grind her hips on him without the proper leverage.

  Mike stalled a moment to look up at her, knowing he could bring her right back to her current level within moments. “Later, gorgeous.” He said. “Right now, you need to cum for me.”

  He went right back to his work. The addition of the dirty talk made his work even that much easier. Within a few minutes, he had her teetering on the precipice, easing back to keep her from tipping too far over the edge. She finally couldn’t take it anymore.

  “Please, please let me cum.”

  She had begun whispering when her moans had grown to the level they might be heard downstairs. He had even glanced up a few times to investigate the muffled sounds, finding her hand clamped desperately over her lips, her gorgeous eyes crying out as proxies.

  Mike smiled, watching the dismay in those eyes as he let her level slip a bit before returning his attention to his work. He flicked her clit with his tongue before whispering words of his own.

  Let this precious one’s climax roar,

  Unlike any she’s felt before.

  Mike drove his tongue deep into her as his upper lip pressed hard against her clit. The low whimpering and pleading muffled off again as she covered her mouth, but the movements of her sweet, young body told him everything he needed to know. She came with such ferocious passion that he had to keep her from climbing the wall behind her to escape the pleasure of his tongue’s touch. Her entire body shuddered as wave after wave hit her with pleasure. Mike heard one of her heels drop to the tile behind him as her feet fluttered desperately in the air seeking some purchase to escape the onslaught of the orgasm coursing through her.

  “Oh, Goddddd!”

  The scream of pleasure echoed around the walls and couldn’t have not flooded down the grand staircase of Rochester Mansion like a sonic waterfall and into the ears of the young women below, though he hoped that they were in the middle of their own pas
sion. Regardless, his work with Daisy seemed to be about done at least for the moment.

  Mike rose to his feet, holding the actress by her upper thighs as she pressed her legs finally back together and rode out the remaining pulses of her orgasm. It wasn’t until they had almost completely subsided before she untucked her pretty face from her arms and stared up at him. She was speechless and he could tell that it surprised her as much as it did him.

  She finally spoke as he lowered her to the floor, her arms draped lovingly around his neck.