Page 60 of Begging for Mercy
I grab his hand and pull him into my chest, cradling the back of his head and holding on tight. “Welcome home, idiot.” He relaxes instantly, a choked sound catching in his throat.
“You’re just horny,” he rasps, grabbing my hips. “That’s all this is.”
Yeah, I’m damn near always horny, but?—
“That’snotwhat this is.” Walking backwards into our apartment, I kick our front door shut before pinning Zane against it. Grabbing his chin, I force him to meet my eyes. “Zane Hunter,” I growl, using his full name, “you are so fucking stupid.”
He scoffs, grabbing my wrist with both hands. “Get off of me.”
“No.”
A silent tear tracks down his cheek. “What do you want from me?”
“I’d settle for honesty.”
Grinding his jaw, he doesn’t say anything, clamming up once again.
Fine.
Fuck it.
I’ll make the first move.
Crashing into Zane feels like being hit by a tidal wave, both of us suddenly lost at sea. Most people would claw their way to the surface, desperate for air, but we cling to each other and forego oxygen so that we drown. He gasps as our lips meet, his entire body reacting to mine like a live wire, twitching at the slightest touch. I let go of his chin to cup his cheek, sighing into the kiss and trying to take it slow.
Reallytrying.
But then he rakes his nails against my scalp and moans, the neediest little sound I’ve ever heard pass his lips, and I’m a goner, grabbing his hips and grinding into him. We gasp in unison as our dicks touch through our pants.
He stares into my eyes and suddenly says the sweetest thing. “Is this really happening?”
Chuckling, I press our foreheads together and lift him off the ground, eager to feel him wrapped around and beneath me. “Fucking finally,” I laugh, carrying him out of the foyer and into his bedroom. I lay him down on the bed and try to admire the sight, but those stupid fucking clotheshaveto go. “Take off your clothes.” I rip my shirt off my shoulders, tearing the buttons clean off. “And let me worship you.”
He flushes prettily, exhaling like he doesn’t believe me. “Kane?—”
I stop tugging my belt through the loop and raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to go slow?” I wait for him to answer.
“No.”
“Good.” I unbuckle my belt and strip, pulling my boxers off with my dress pants and kicking my shoes out of the way. “Any slower and the glaciers would fucking melt.”
Throwing a pillow at my face, Zane cracks a smile. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Get the fuck naked,” I growl, climbing onto the foot of the bed. I pull off his ugly ass shoes and help him out of his pants, tossing those as far away as possible. When I grab the band of his boxers, I slow down, meeting his wide eyes. My heart’s beating fast, but I can only imagine how hard his is pumping. “Tell me if I need to stop.” His pubic hair tickles my knuckles as I pull his boxers down, grazing his dick as it bounces up and smacks his stomach.
Fuck, that looks tasty.
I whip off his boxers and slide between his thighs, wrapping my palm around his shaft and admiring the view. I rest my head on his thigh and exhale over him. “Fuck, you’re pretty.”
Biting his lip like that.
Mmm.
“I’m not supposed to be pretty,” he chokes, moaning at my first stroke.
“You’re fucking pretty,” I assure him, smiling. “All wound up over me. Prettiest fucking thing I ever saw.” Kissing his thigh, I groan. Damn, I never knew it would be this good, and we’ve barely begun. My cock is leaking like crazy, and we haven’t even touched it. I jump up to steal a quick kiss from his lips before hunkering back down over his cock. “Ready?”
His chest expands on a deep breath and he nods, quickly biting that plump bottom lip again. I’m tempted to make him beg for it, but I’ll play nice tonight. After all, we’ve both been waiting long enough.
