“She said Owen sucks and that Charlotte was fat.” He laughs so boisterously that I can’t help laughing with him.
“You're full of surprises,malyshka.”Great,malyshkais starting to grow on me, at least the way he says it.
He opens the door, and I realize we’re in the locker room. The team has left, and he’s grabbing his bag, and I can’t stop myself from looking at his ass in his dress pants.
Fuck it all.
Maybe it’s that he got me out of a jam, how good he looks, how he makes me forget. But when he spins around, I grab the lapels of his jacket and crash his lips against mine. I feel free.
If Alexi is surprised by my forward nature, he doesn’t let on. He drops his bag, grips me by my ass, and is carrying me until my back hits a hard wall.
I groan, but neither of us stops, my hands roaming under his suit jacket. His massive hands knead my ass as he presses his hard cock against my core. He’s fucking huge, and I need more.
Alexi kisses like I’m his oxygen, like he needs to kiss me or he won’t survive, and maybe I’m starting to feel the same way.
“Make me feel better,” I say against his ear. He pauses for a moment, and I hope that I didn’t ruin everything. When he puts me on my feet, I take a deep breath knowing I’ve ruined the moment.
But when his big brown eyes meet mine and he unbuttons my jeans, my heart races. He tugs them down along with my panties until they’re about mid thigh.
“Hands against the fucking wall,” he says in a deep tone. I swallow and immediately follow his direction. His hand squeezes my ass cheek before he removes it. There is shuffling behind me before I feel his large hard cock pressed against my ass. My nails want to dig into the wall for purchase, but all I can do is keep them laying flat.
The cold cement wall is the only thing I can focus on while I wait for him to do something—anything.
He grinds his length against my bare ass, his large hands gripping my hips roughly. “Is this what you need,malyshka?You need my cock to feel better?”
I don’t answer him right away, and he smacks my ass. It stings, and my nails drag against the tile, flakes of paint chipping under my nails.
“I asked you a question.”
“Yes, I need it,” I say, hating how pleading I sound. Alexi just has this way about him that turns me into a begging, wet mess. I should hate it, I should be scrambling to take charge here. But I’m constantly managing everything in my life, so it’s nice for someone to take control for once.
He slides his cock between my thighs, just rubbing the outside of my pussy lips.
“I didn’t even need to touch your cunt to get you wet, did I? Maybe I should just fuck you like this. Maybe I shouldn’t give you what you want.”
“Please,” I beg. It’s dramatic, but I feel like I may quite literally die if he doesn’t fuck me right now.
His one hand leaves my thigh, sliding up my stomach and chest. His hand grips my jaw, forcing the back of my head against his shoulder.
“But then how would I reward you for standing up for our Beta?” he says, his cock ramming into my pussy with no other words. A ridiculously loud moan escapes my lips, and Alexi wraps his hand around my mouth, forcing me to shut up while he uses my body in the way I’ve been craving.
“This pussy needed me, you needed me,” he says in a growl against my ear. I’m so thankful his big hand is covering my mouth, or I might let it tumble out how much I need him but don’t want to. Or how this is the best I’ve felt all week, or how he completely consumes me when we’re together.
Alexi’s other hand leaves my hip, wrapping around and toying with my clit. I can feel his knot pressing against my entrance, and I picture myself fucking him so many times that I learn how to take his knot. The thought and his increased pace on my clit makes me moan against his hand.
“Lock my cock,” he groans. He’s fucking me roughly, and my face would be pressed against the wall if he wasn’t holding it. I’ve never locked an Alpha, but I know if I do, I’ll come right away. “Fucking milk my cock, show me how good it feels to be fucked by your Alpha.”
All resolve breaks, and my cunt clenches around him, my walls spasming. His hand drops from my mouth and wraps around my chest. I’m not sure we could be any physically closer than we are now. With him no longer muffling my sounds, my moans echo in the locker room. My face feels numb, and my body holds Alexi’s cock deep inside of me, making my orgasm last even longer. I’m shaking, and my cheek presses against the cold wall as I ride out my orgasm.
Alexi can hardly thrust, but my pussy does all the work for him. He moans against my back, his teeth grazing against my shoulder. “Fuck,” he says, and that’s when his chest starts to rumble.
It should be the fact that I locked him, that we fucked in his locker room, or even that he saved me from getting in trouble that should have me panicking.
But no, it’s the purring of his chest that scares the absolute shit out of me.
My body releases his, and I feel a mixture of my wetness and his cum drip down my thigh. He doesn’t stop purring, and he doesn’t stop touching me. My head is spinning, and my flight response is on overdrive.
“You okay?” he asks, and I just keep my face pressed against the cement wall. Why am I like this? I feel like I’m about to cry and break down, but like I always do, I shove it deep down, where I keep everything else.
