She worked her hand up and down a few times, the movement awkward and stunted by their position and his clothes, but his answering moan told her she was doing just fine.
So she continued to move her hand over him, squeezing a bit tighter when she reached his head and swiping her thumb over the moisture collected there, earning her a bite on her shoulder for her efforts.
“If you don’t stop that,” he ground out against her skin, “I’m going to make a mess all over our clothes.
Lexie chuckled. “I don’t mind.”
To showcase her point, Lexie unwrapped her legs from around his waist and he set her on the floor. Making quick work of her zipper, she shoved her jeans and panties to the floor, stepping out of them before reaching for his.
His unbuttoned jeans and bunched boxers gave her a tantalizing glimpse of the head of his cock, thick and smooth and beaded with pre-cum. Greedily, needing to see more, she pushed his bottoms over his thighs and to the floor.
From the waist down, the man was a work of art. Thick thighs bigger than her head, with a dick she desperately wanted inside her.
She stepped closer to him and palmed him, eliciting a hiss from his clenched teeth.
“There’s a condom in my wallet that you should probably grab,” he said, voice strained as he braced his hands on the wall.
She knelt and dug through his jeans pockets, pulling the foil packet from his wallet, wasting no time ripping it open with her teeth.
Before sliding it on him, she ran her tongue along his length once, twice, three times, his groans filling the space between them.
It should be weird that she was still wearing her bra, and he was fully clothed from the waist up, but the need to have him buried inside her trumped all awkwardness.
The second he was wrapped, he pulled her off her feet again, and wrapping her legs tightly around his waist felt like the most natural thing in the world. One again he backed her into the wall, snaking one arm behind her and gripping tightly to her hip, anchoring her in place as he pushed inside her without warning, slapping the palm of his other hand onto the wall beside her head as he filled her.
Lexie’s eyes rolled back and she bit down hard on her bottom lip, a moan escaping her. In this position, he was so fucking deep he managed to hit that spot that other men rarely ever found, and Lexie knew neither of them was going to last long.
As if to prove her point, Mitch pulled out slowly and slammed home again, dropping his head onto her shoulder with a groan.
“You are so fucking tight,” he said. “God, you’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?”
She chuckled, the clenching of her muscles around him only adding to the euphoric sensation of finally having this man buried inside of her. She reached down and dug her fingers into his ass, urging him on.
He enthusiastically obliged, his restraint snapping as he relentlessly claimed her, pounding in and out in quick, fluid movements. Lexie clung to his shoulders, marveling at the way the muscles of his shoulders bunched under his shirt in time with his thrusts. She dropped her head back against the wall, panting as he picked up speed.
“Lexie, I…”
“I know,” she breathed. “Me either. Just come with me, Mitch.”
The arm around her waist tightened and the one by her head dove between them, finding her clit easily despite how closely they were pressed together.
It wasn’t the most skilled approach, but Lexie felt her release build low in that spot where his thumb applied pressure against her, and she cried out as it barreled through her moments later, thighs tingling and toes curling.
“That’s it,” Mitch said, voice low and rough. “One more.”
He widened his stance and lifted Lexie off him an inch, giving him better access to her clit, which he used to put even more pressure on, pressing his thumb hard into the bundle of nerves and rapidly moving it in tight circles while he still moved in and out of her.
How did this man know exactly how to touch her, exactly what she needed from him to push her over that edge? Because there was no way any man, let alone one who hardly knew her, should be capable of making her feel this way. Mitch shouldn’t just inherently know that Lexie wasn’t the kind of woman who got off from penetration alone, that she needed that extra stimulation to get her there. And when she felt her second orgasm start to build from that spot where his thumb was still circling her, she knew.
She was going to let this man ruin her.
Lexie clawed at his back, surely leaving scratch marks that she’d kill to hear him explain to his teammates in the locker room later. Mitch’s athletic lifestyle paid off in spades in those moments, when the pace he kept working in and out of her while also standing and supporting her weight would’ve tired a normal man long ago.
Mere minutes after the first one, Lexie came again, biting down on Mitch’s shoulder, pulsing around him as his own release found him shortly after. He came with a yell, throwing his head back to shout “holy fuck” at the ceiling.
His movements slowed, then stopped completely before he pulled out of her. They remained wrapped around each other for several long moments, breathing heavily.
When Lexie’s heart rate had calmed significantly, she unwound her legs from Mitch’s waist and slid down to the floor.
