I settled my weight on his thighs, the expensive fabric of his slacks soft against me. My arms draped over his shoulders and I leaned close enough to nip his bottom lip. He groaned, his day-old stubble brushing my cheek. He’d tidied himself up during a lull in Kiara’s neediness, but hadn’t bothered to do it again before he went out.
“If you came for me then,” I murmured, “are you going to do it again?”
“Fuck, yes,” he hissed.
His hips bucked, the bulge in his pants rubbing against me. When I leaned back his lips chased mine and I let them. We connected in a searing kiss.
The only time we’d kissed before had been when I’d lived through Tobias having a gun on me. We’d both been so giddy, high on the emotions, that we hadn’t had a chance to process it. The kiss had barely felt real.
This one was real. He parted his lips, begging me to plunge my tongue past them. I tasted him, inhaling deep breaths of cinnamon and old books. His hands slid up under the thin fabric of my shirt, cupping my tits in his palms as he groaned.
Mercury was wearing too much clothing for me to deal with. A button up shirt and slacks. I grabbed the expensive fabric, ripping it open so aggressively buttons flew onto the couch beside us. My hands explored his slim chest, gently pinching his nipples.
He hissed, but pushed into the touch.
I played with him, kissing messily until his hips were bucking uncontrollably against me. Then my hands went down, undoing the button and zipper of his slacks. It was easy to slide his cock out of the confines of the fabric. The head was wet with precum and I gathered it on my palm, stroking him.
With a moan he broke from the kiss, glittering brown eyes glancing down at his cock. He watched, transfixed, as I jerked him off, tension tightening his muscles.
I lifted myself from where I sat on his upper thighs, using my free hand to tilt his chin up with me.
“You’re going to make me come before I fuck you,” I said.
He nodded, tongue flicking out to lick his lips.
I moved forward a tiny bit, rubbing his tip against my folds. My pussy didn’t get as slick as Kiara’s, but I was more than wet enough to take him right now. Mercury groaned, wrapping his arms around me.
“You want me to fuck you?” he asked.
Laughing, I shook my head. It was easy to line him up with my entrance, sliding down to take his length. I moaned, because he was the perfect length for this position. It wouldn’t take much to get off.
“No,” I said, resting my arms on his shoulders. “I’m going to use your cock to get off. Because pegging you is going to be more about your pleasure. I don’t have the right harness here to come while fucking you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me to pick it up?” he asked with a groan. His hands were splayed out on my back as I ground down on him. “I was just at your apartment.”
I rolled my eyes.
Until approximately ten minutes ago, it would have been real awkward for me to ask him to pick up a strap on harness for me.
“Next time,” I murmured.
Using his shoulders as leverage, I pulled myself up off his cock before slamming down to take it again. He grunted and I moaned, letting my eyes slide closed.
“Do you want me to do anything?” Mercury asked.
He was the perfect sub, for sure. I smiled. Most people would have assumed I wanted their help—their fingers would be my clit already.
I really didn’t need that.
“No. Stay still and think about how it’s going to feel to have me pegging you, baby.”
The endearment was what Ambrose called him, but it felt right for me to use it too. He didn’t complain, and I found the perfect rhythm to give me what I wanted.
SIXTY-FOUR
MERCURY
She was heaven.
