Page 48 of Begging for Mercy
Biting my lip, I lift my ass the barest inch off the seat, and off my panties go, lost somewhere in the shadows beneath the table. Sam squeezes my inner thigh before his warm breath ghosts across my center. As he pulls my folds apart, he curses under hisbreath and nudges my clit with the tip of his nose, murmuring something that I have no hope of hearing.
Any number of these actions could be the reason for my inevitable downfall, but it’s when the three men work in tandem that I realize how silly trying to separate them into parts is.
The whole isso much sweeter.
Any embarrassment at being kisseddown therequickly dissolves into a puddle of pure want.
As Sam buries his face in my pussy and licks a wet stripe along the seam, Zane latches onto the side of my neck, panting as he grabs my hand and sets it over his crotch, going further than Kane did earlier and thrusting into my palm. The sound that leaves my throat is half-whimper, half-moan, and Kane grins like a madman as he swallows it, hungry and impatient for every single note that tries to escape past my lips.
Stimulated from all sides and overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of pleasure, tension, andneed, I let all three men take what they want from my body. In the end, I made the suggestion, but they’re the ones that run with it—refusing to come up for air even if it means drowning. Kane’s groans rumbles in his chest, but it does little to drown out the smack of our lips or Zane’s heavy panting in my ear. The worst offender by far, however, is Sam.
Every time he flattens his tongue over my clit, I squirm against his hot mouth and he moans, very quickly adjusting his strategy and cupping my ass and pull me to the very edge of the seat. A few more inches of my body disappears under the table, and I yelp as I bang my knee. Someone’s hand—Zane’s, I think—rubs the impending bruise before lowering my leg back down to the floor. The rubber sole of my boot screeches across the tile as my leg spasms.
“Relax, Kitten,” Zane breathes, rubbing circles into the small of my back. “Or you’ll get us kicked out.”
Kane smiles against my lips, pulling away just long enough to tease. “Don’t be so obvious.”
Our server appears shortly thereafter, and I hide my face in Kane’s chest. He runs his fingers through my hair and assures them that we’re fine, our other guest took a business call outside, and we don’t need any refills at the moment. Sam slows his pace while we have company, but his mouth never leaves my pussy, licking into my core with slow reverence that makes me tremble from head to toe.
As soon as our server’s gone, I reach blindly under the table to find him. “S-Sam,” I stutter, catching my breath as he presses a quick kiss to my palm before suddenly diving back in, scraping my clit with his teeth. My fingers wind in his hair as I see stars. A tremor courses through my body, and I clench my eyes shut against the full-bodied moan that threatens to break free. I can’t—Ican’t?—
I crack open my eyes to find Zane staring back at me. A thin layer of sweat forms where his forehead meets his hairline, and his cheeks are flushed nearly as much as mine. “Such an eager, Kitten,” he rasps, smirking, “desperate to come all over your best friend’s face.”
A needy whine passes my lips. The sound is muffled in Kane’s shirt, but I can feel him laugh, the vibration in his chest seeping into mine.
Zane’s right. I’m a dirty little virgin, after all, asking three men to kiss me in public. Letting one of them eat me out under the table while the other two are forced to sit and listen as my pussy gets wetter and wetter. I pant as the pressure builds, clinging to whoever is holding my hand, scraping Sam’s scalp with my nails, unable to stop the cry tearing from my throat as my pussy spasms. Kane smothers my face in his chest while Sam laps up my release, eventually lowering my dress over my thighsand reappearing at the other end of the table, the lower half of his face glistening.
He licks his lips and carefully wipes his mouth on his shirtsleeves, taking a deep breath as his eyes burn with lust. “Any other special requests?”
I pick my head up and straighten my posture, swallowing a mouthful of wine before I can summon my voice. Within seconds, all four of us have gone back to eating and drinking like nothing happened. Shame burns inside my chest as Sam stares at me, still waiting for an answer. I can’t tell if he’s upset with me or not.
He practically begged me to decline Kane’s suggestion of sharing, and instead, I demanded it. It’s one thing to ask Sam to kiss me—we’ve been down that road before. But it’s another thing to ask that of Zane, who explicitly denies having any interest in me. Yet when the opportunity arose, Zane chose to participate just like the others.
For a long time, Sam was the only person vying for my attention, but now, there are more players on the board. I know that I could ask Sam for anything and he would give it to me. But part of the thrill of having Kane and Zane’s attention is that I never know exactly which version of them I’m getting.
Salty or sweet. Bitter or broken. Love or hate.
Sam feels safe. Kane and Zane don’t.
“No, that’s—I’m fine, thank you.”
We spend the rest of our meal in silence, but I catch Kane adjusting his dick more than once, Sam glowering at his plate instead of eating it, and Zane sitting as far away from me as possible, leaving enough room between us for an entire person to fit.
Unable to stand the tension, I set down my silverware and push my plate away. “Did I do something wrong?” I look between the three of them and cross my arms over my chest.“You’rebrooding.” I gesture across the table to Sam. “You’re back to extremes.” I glare at Zane, unable to keep my annoyance under wraps for him in particular. “If anyone has a complaint to file against someone,” I huff, “it’s me! You tackled me down the fucking stairs!”
Flinching, Sam turns his ire onto Zane. “Youwhat?” He stands from his seat and reaches for something behind his back, but Kane beats him to it, pulling a gun from God knows where and pointing it directly at Sam’s head.
“Sit down,” Kane rumbles, smiling maliciously. “I have a dozen reasons to shoot you, Samson Wright, and I’ll gladly pull the trigger for any one of them.”
I gape at Kane and reach for his gun. “You’ll do no such thing!” I grab the barrel, but I’m no match for Kane’s strength. I can’t move it a single inch. “Stop it!”
“Tell your boyfriend to keep his gun behind his back, Mercy, or his brains are gonna splatter all over your pretty dress.” Kane slips his finger beneath the strap of my dress and tugs it down. “I’d hate for him to ruin our evening because he can’t keep it in his pants.”
“Kane!” I smack his hand away. “Knock it off!”
“It’s okay,” Zane interjects, throwing his napkin onto the table. “I’ll leave.” He looks between me and Kane, his gaze lingering on where our shoulders touch. “It’s not like I have anything to gain from staying.”
Groaning in frustration, I scoot out of the booth after Zane. “Why are you all so fucking complicated? Zane, wait!”
