The little vixen knew as well as I did that my getting between her legs was inevitable.
This time, I needed to fuck her clear out of my system.
I couldn’t stay on my knees—one was already screaming at me—so I swung my legs around and sat on my ass between her feet. My cock felt like it had been folded in half. I undid my fly and freed myself, settling in to pull Mercy fully onto my face. I lapped up her honey like I was a fat bear who couldn’t get enough. Rolling my tongue up to circle her clit, I slowly stabbed two fingers inside her. She was so damn wet they slid right in, and the way her inner muscles squeezed my digits made my cock throb and leak pre-cum. Withdrawing my soaked fingers, I wrapped them around my shaft and stroked myself before squeezing the head to get it under control.
Then I edged the fuck out of her.
It wasn’t torture; it was recompense for all the shit she’d put me through this week. Every move she’d made was to tease me, and now it was her turn to pay. Ecstasy was a cliff that I kept her on the edge of until she thoroughly cursed my name.
“More, goddamn you, you sadistic prick,” she said on a moan as I hooked my finger and grazed her G-spot. “I need… more.”
So did I. In fact, I’d never needed more of anything so much in my life. I lifted her skirt and met her gaze. Her pupils were blown, there was a feral glint in her eye, and she was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
“Why don’t you sit on my lap and tell me about it? I’ll see what I can do to help.”
Steadying herself on my shoulder, she lowered herself onto my cock.
We were in the middle of her hallway, just inside her apartment door, so I hadn’t expected her to succumb to my suggestion so easily. Shock hit me for a split second before the heat and moisture enveloping me made the rest of the world disappear.
Here and now, only Mercy and I existed.
Lying back, I stretched out on my back, hissing as I took her deeper. Small, cool hands burrowed beneath my shirt and explored my abs like they held a goddamn treasure. Her tight, hot pussy clenched around my cock, and I saw stars. Hissing out a breath, I grabbed her hips, stalling her ride for breath as I calmed the fuck down.
She was on top, but I needed to control the pace or I’d get so caught up in the feel of being inside her I’d blow my load.
Mercy’s blue eyes laughed at me, and she squeezed again. “Tapping out already?”
The woman was going to be the death of me, but I bucked my hips to plunge deeper. She moaned, and her eyes rolled back in her head. I released her hips, and she began to ride me. She squeezed, and I bucked as we competed to make each other come. I held back until she bit back a cry. Liquid heat wrapped around my cock and took me over the edge with her.
We must have both blacked out for a moment or two, because when I came to, she was lying on top of me, still in her fitted Christmas sweater and skirt. I still had my coat on.
And we were both soaking wet.
Mercy must have realized what had happened at the same time I did, because she sprang off me like I was covered in lava.
“You didn’t…” She pointed at my dick, which was still partially hard and sticking out of my jeans and sopping wet with the mess we’d made. “There’s no condom.”
The edge of panic in her voice only heightened my own concern. Why the fuck hadn’t I used a condom? I’d been so eager to get inside her, protection hadn’t even crossed my mind. How could I be so goddamn reckless?
“I don’t… I’ve never… This isn’t something…”
“You think I have?” There was no cleaning this mess up without a shower and a washer, so I tucked myself into my jeans. “I always wrap up.”
Mercy rocked back on her heels and hugged herself, looking disturbed and confused.
Feeling pretty shaken myself, I stood, zipped up my pants, and tried to reassure us both. “It’s been a stressful day. We got carried away. But it’s no big deal. I’m clean. You’re clean. I’ll go pick up a morning-after pill, and everything’ll be fine.”
“The pill isn’t necessary. I have birth control covered.”
My shoulders relaxed a little. “Well, that’s a relief.”
Staring at the floor, she nodded. “You should go.”
I wanted to argue. Sex with Mercy was like nothing I’d ever experienced, and I wanted more. Instead of fucking her out of my system, I’d become a junky, because her swollen lips, messy hair, and flushed face only made me want to sink into her again.
And that was why I had to leave.
I’d be flying out in twelve days, which meant I couldn’t give in to this addiction.
