Page 134 of On the Line
Well, except for Mitch getting her off, which had been about to happen until Berkley cockblocked her, and her body was not happy with being denied.
“I’m here, Berk. Just freshening up.”
“Oh thank God,” Berkley said, followed by a muffled thunk that set the door rattling on its hinges. Lexie flicked her eyes down and found the hem of Berkley’s dress pooling against the bottom of the door, as though she had collapsed against it. “We couldn’t find you, and Mitch has gone AWOL…”
“Shit,” Mitch whispered. Lexie pressed a finger to his mouth, silencing him.
“Wait a minute,” Berkley said, that big brain of hers drawing conclusions Lexie had neither the time nor mental capacity to deal with right now. “Is Mitch in there with you?”
Lexie huffed out a laugh, then winced, the tightening of her muscles reminding her that she had a very large, very hard dick still inside her. “Of course he’s not!”
“Okay good,” Berkley said. “I know weddings are all romantic and make people super horny, but you really do have to make him work for it.”
“Oh trust me, I am,” Mitch said quietly with a roll of his eyes, and Lexie pinched him.
“Shut up!” She hissed.
Berkley had gone on babbling about how exactly Lexie should handle the Mitch situation, which was honestly comical coming from the woman who had forced them to spend this entire weekend tied together as maid of honor and best man.
“Berkley, can we talk about this later? Maybe when I’m not in the bathroom with my dress up around my tits?”
Mitch buried his face in her neck, his body shaking in silent laughter.
What could she say? It wasn’t a lie.
“Okay,” Berkley said. “The dance floor is lonely without you, so hurry up!”
“I will!” Lexie said. “I’ll meet you out there.”
The hem of Berkley’s dress disappeared from beneath the door, and the rustling of fabric faded into the distance.
“You have to make me work for it, huh?” Mitch asked, face smug as he cocked an eyebrow at her.
“I thought that’s what you were already doing?” She said, gesturing between them.
Experimentally, Mitch pulled his hips back slightly and pushed back in. Lexie couldn’t help it; she winced. Her hips were sore, quads burning from her legs being wrapped around Mitch’s waist.
“Am I hurting you?”
“What? Of course not. The only thing hurting me was Berkley showing up right as I was about to come.”
Mitch placed both palms flat on her ass, lifting her so his dick slid free a few inches, and Lexie winced again.
“I am hurting you!” Mitch said, pulling himself completely free and setting her on her feet, keeping his arms tight around her waist to steady her.
She studied him, his eyes hooded with desire, unreleased tension written on every line of his body. “Mitch, it’s fine.”
“It’s not fine,” he said. “As badly as I want to fuck you against that wall, I’m not going to hurt you to do it.”
Lexie released an aggravated sigh through her nose. “Fine,” she said, turning from him and stalking on stiff legs to the counter where she had left her small clutch, rifling through it for the tube of lipstick, a refresh needed now that what she had on was smeared all over Mitch’s face and neck.
“Lexie,” Mitch said quietly, coming to stand behind her. “Just because I don’t want to hurt you doesn’t mean I’m leaving this bathroom until I get you off.”
She met his eyes in the mirror, and he gave her a wicked grin. “What did you have in mind?”
He spun her around and lifted her so that she was seated on the edge of the counter. He spread her legs wide as he lowered himself to his knees and stuck his head under the skirt of her dress.
As she rested her bare feet on his shoulders and steadied herself by digging a hand into his hair, slapping the other down on the counter next to her, Lexie had to admit, having Mitch on his knees, submissive, worshipping her with his lips and tongue and fingers, was preferable to the wall sex for a number of reasons.
