He stood then, hoping his size would intimidate her into finally telling the truth. “Damnit, Lexie. Don’t you see that you already have been this entire time?”
“We’re not talking about this right now,” Lexie said, settling onto a barstool and taking a massive bite of her breakfast sandwich, effectively ending the conversation. Resigned, Mitch sat down beside her and dug in.
Their meal was a tense affair. Mitch desperately wanted to have this conversation: about what they were doing and where they were headed. Lexie was as taut as a rubber band pulled tight, and Mitch braced himself for the inevitable snap.
But it didn’t come. When they finished eating, Lexie quietly got up and collected their trash, walking it over to the garbage before leaning over the sink to wash her hands.
Mitch watched her, desperate to bridge this sudden gap between them.
So he did the only thing he could think of, the one thing that would put them on an even playing field.
The one thing that would bring her back to him, if only for a moment.
Mitch stalked up behind her at the sink, pressing his chest against her back, and said, “Do you have any idea how sexy you are in that t-shirt?”
Lexie’s shoulders hunched, a giggling escaping her when Mitch trailed his nose along that ticklish spot on her neck. “It was the first thing I found in the dresser,” she said.
“It’s giving me all kinds of ideas,” he said.
She spun around, and he braced his hands on the counter beside her, bracketing her in. In the dim morning light, her eyes appeared darker, more brown than their usual golden. “Like what?” she asked.
“Like propping your pretty little ass up on this counter, throwing your legs over my shoulders, and making you come with my mouth,” he said, leaning in to run his tongue from her collarbone up her neck to her jaw.
Lexie’s breathing picked up, and she reached for him, stroking her fingers along the dips and ridges of his back in slow, maddening circles. He wanted that touch lower. “What else?” she asked, tilting her head to capture his earlobe with her teeth.
“After that,” he said, snaking his hands under the hem of her shirt and skating them up her sides, pausing when his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts. He moved his mouth a breath away from hers. “I’m going to bend you over that island and fuck you until you’re screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.”
Lexie pulled back enough to look into his eyes and said, “I love it when you talk dirty.”
Then she rose on her tippy toes and sealed her mouth over his. Mitch opened for her, running his tongue over hers. Mouths still fused, he trailed his hands down over the slope of her ass before cupping them around her thighs and lifting her. Lexie let out a squeal when the backs of her naked thighs met the cold marble counter. Mitch sank to his knees before her.
Lexie leaned back on her hands and studied him from her perch. “You look so good like this,” she said as he smoothed his hands over her calves, knees, and inner thighs. She rose off the counter so he could hook his thumbs in her underwear and pull them off. “When your hair is all mussed from sleep,” she continued as he ran a finger through her wetness, catching her eyes as he sucked it clean. On an exhale, she added, “That little pillow crease on your cheek. All that smooth skin on display. I love it when you’re on your knees, worshiping me.”
Mitch was hard as a rock, his dick tenting the front of his boxers. But he refused to touch himself. Not until she was satisfied. “I will worship at your feet every day if you let me.”
Shifting closer, he reached out and hooked one of her legs over his shoulder, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh before repeating the process on the other side.
The first stroke of his tongue had Lexie’s head falling back and smacking into the cabinet behind her. Mitch carried on when she didn’t cry out in pain, only loosing a moan of pleasure.
Over the course of the last few months, Mitch had paid attention to Lexie in bed, quickly learning exactly what she did and didn’t like, what got her there quickly and what wouldn’t get her there at all, when she wanted it quick and dirty and when she needed to be teased.
On this slow, lazy morning, Mitch could tell she wanted to be teased. Unfortunately for her, thanks to all their verbal foreplay and her breathy moans and pleas, he was desperate to be buried in her.
When he shoved two fingers inside her and pumped them in and out a few times before pushing them in and curling them, leaving them there while he continued to work her with his tongue and teeth and lips, her quiet pleas grew in volume, quickly becoming begging shouts ofplease God Mitch please please please.
“I’m not God,” he said against her clit, “but since you asked so nicely.”
He made short work of her after that, her orgasm surprising both of them. Mitch loved how she clenched around his fingers as he continued to stroke her through it and how her legs twitched by his ears and her heels dug into his back.
Mitch was greedy for his own release, and to feel her tightening around his dick, so he barely let her settle before pulling her off the counter and spinning them toward the island. Lexie pressed her mouth to his, kissing him fiercely, their teeth knocking together.
He set her on her feet and spun her away from him. “Shirt on or off?” he asked against her ear.
Lexie responded by whipping the material over her head and tossing it across the room. Her long, dark tresses cascaded down her back, nearly brushing the dimples bracketing her spine above her ass. She bent at the waist and laid across the marble, letting out a small “oh” of surprise when her nipples encountered the cold surface. Mitch dropped his boxers and stepped out of them, kicking her feet wide and settling his hands on her hips, pressing into her without warning.
She arched, and he reached one hand out, scooping her hair off her back and wrapping it around his wrist while he held her in place with the other.
Then he lost himself, the sounds of their frantic joining filling the apartment.
