Page 51 of Last Chance Seduction
Her hands moved to cover herself before she froze and dropped her hands.“I didn’t realize you were such a jerk.”
“I’m not.I’m just moody.What can I say?”
She rolled her eyes before she leaned down and picked up her bag.
As she walked out, Mr.Darcy flicked his tail at me, and I hadn’t even realized the cat had followed her in.Then the two turned down the hall, leaving me standing there, my cock hard, and wondering what the hell I was going to do with that woman.
She was my friend.
And yet friends didn’t want to do exactly what I wanted to do to her.It was only supposed to be a fake relationship.And yet, I could still taste her on my tongue.I still remembered exactly what had happened in that hotel room.So no, things weren’t simple.And I wanted more.
I jumped into the shower, grateful for the cold temperature at first.As the water began to heat up, I poured soap into my hand before wrapping my fist around the base of my cock.
I imagined Mercy on her knees in front of me, her tongue sliding into the slit at the tip of my cock.I’d pulled her by her hair, keeping her steady as I ran my cock over her lips, tapping them to tell her to open them.Then I’d slide between those pump lips of hers, all the way down to the back of her throat.She’d gag, but she’d take it.Then I’d keep moving, sliding in and out of her as she bobbed her head, taking more and more of me with each thrust.I’d make her show me how wet she was by sliding her hand between her legs and then lifting her fingers for me to taste.One hand would be in her hair, guiding her head as she sucked me off, and the other would be playing with her nipples, loving the way that her breasts would overfill my hands.
Because Mercy had amazing tits, and I couldn’t help but want to paint them with my cum.
Groaning, I moved my hand faster, imagining her bent over in front of me in the shower as I slid my cock into her ass.It would be tight at first, and she’d whimper, but then she would relax, pressing back into me.
My fingers would be in her pussy, my thumb over her clit, as I fucked her ass, taking her as we both craved.And when she finally came for the first time, I’d fill her with my cum, licking up her spine as both of us stood in the cooling water, panting, and not nearly sated enough.
And at that thought, I came, spurting on the bathroom wall.I held back a groan, trying not to whisper her name so she wouldn’t hear as I had the hardest orgasm of my life.
All with just thinking about Mercy.
Disgusted with myself since she was in the damn house, I quickly finished my shower and turned off the water.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into my bedroom to get my clothes.
Mercy stood there, eyes wide as she traced every inch of my bare and wet chest.
When her tongue darted out to lick her lips, I couldn’t help but smirk.
“Need something?”
Then her gaze went lower, to where my recently sated dick was now hard once again, tenting my towel, threatening to peak out.
“Well, I want to ask about your tattoos.”
I grinned and looked down at the dragon inked on my side from Leif, my cousin, and then the tree that had been hollowed out, filled with jagged shards of glass, that Sebastian had added last year.
“I still have the rest of my chest and back to go.But my rib cages are done.Thankfully.”
“That had to hurt,” she whispered.I didn’t even realize we had moved closer to each other until her fingers traced along the dragon’s spine.I’d groaned, swallowing hard.
“It wasn’t easy.”
“I’ve always wanted a willow tree down my spine, down my rib cage, the branches wrapping underneath my breasts.But I’ve been afraid.”
I tilted my head.“Afraid of the pain?Or of the artist?”
“Maybe a little of both?”
“You know my cousins.They’re brilliant at what they do, and they’ll make you feel safe.You don’t have to be topless for a chest tattoo.No matter what another artist might say.”
“I learned that the hard way.”
I scowled, rage zipping up my spine.
