Page 35 of No Mercy

Chapter 19

Allie

Got it! I pulled back and slammed butt first into a hard, unyielding object that hadn’t been there before. Gasping loudly, I straightened up and slammed the refrigerator door closed at the same time that a pair of masculine arms encircled my body. Hot breath fanned my ear in a deep growl, and I almost dropped the jar of pickles in my hands.

“Rock?”

“Who else would it be?” His gruff tone and the way he was nuzzling the back of my neck sent shivers down my traitorous body. “My hands better be the only hands touching this body.” His teeth sank into the bare spot between my neck and shoulder, leaving a pleasurable tingle in its wake. “I’ve been avoiding you for a reason, but I can only take so much, babe.” His hand took the thin strap of my tank and he pulled it halfway down my arm. His mouth followed as he continued to move over my skin, his warm breath teasing me into wanting more.

I shivered wildly.

He hadn’t touched me in weeks.

“Why were you avoiding me?” I whispered, trying to hold on to my sanity and the jar of pickles at the same time.

“I’ve been trying to give you the time you think you need, trying to keep my hands off you.” I willingly tilted my head, inviting him to graze back up my neck. His hands were gliding up and down my arms, leaving goose bumps, before they settled in my messy hair. “But you can’t expect me to walk into my house to the sight of your sexy ass practically on display and waving in my face.” I trembled with feeling when he buried his fingers into the thickness of my hair and lifted it off my neck and shoulders, placing his lips at the skin he’d exposed.

“Fuck, baby, you smell good.” It didn’t take the hoarseness of Rock’s voice to tell me that he was aroused, I could feel his hard-on pounding against my backside.

“I was looking for pickles,” I said weakly, confused as to why I was still trying to hold on to some kind of control, when deep down I knew that I was already lost. Every day I’d pretended I didn’t need him, going out of my way when he was around just to prove it to him, and myself, while every night I’d gone to bed horny and lonely, thinking about this impossible man,dreamingabout him.

Knowing that what he could make me feel would rival heaven.

“Pickles?” I could hear the frown in his tone. He hesitated, and I felt him shift to peer over my shoulder. The next thing I knew he’d reached forward, taken the jar out of my hand, and placed it on the nearest counter.

“I got hungry,” I said unnecessarily. Rock turned me around. I met his blazing eyes, took in the raw emotions of his fierce expression.

“I’m hungry.” He leaned forward and kissed the flesh swelling above my tank, dipping his tongue deep into my cleavage.

Ohmygod!A whimper escaped me and I eagerly thrust my chest out, inviting him to go further. His hands moved to the straps of my cami, one of which was already halfway down my arm. He slowly began to slide them down all the way, catching the material that covered my breasts along the way. The thin material caught on the hardened tips of my protruding nipples. Rock paused, our gazes collided, before he gave a last tug and my breasts popped free like little jack in the boxes.

With a groan that resembled a sound of pain, Rock picked me up. My hands fell to his shoulders when he leaned forward and buried his face between my breasts and inhaled deeply. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he rasped, taking the tip of one into his mouth. “I could suck on them all fucking day.”

I closed my eyes and threw back my head, the feel of his mouth, his hot breath, and the scrape of facial hair building my need for him. I wanted the same feeling between my legs. The tenderness and slow exploration of his mouth grew aggressively demanding, but the tiniest pain he inflicted blossomed into enormous pleasure. I trusted Rock not to hurt me, even while he was losing control.

After a few minutes of the sweetest torture, Rock turned and set me down on the countertop. He kept me close to the edge, between his powerful thighs. His hands cupped and massaged my breasts as we stared into each other’s eyes. I imagined that my expression matched the raw lust I saw on his. We were both breathing hard. His cock was pounding against my wet core and I scooted as close to it as I could get without ending up on the floor.

The bastard smirked. “You want me to fuck you, babe?” He knew that I did. “You’re gonna have to say the words.” His thumbs raked over my extended nipples. “I want no mistakes that you want this as much as I do.”

Oh, sweet Jesus! He pinched my nipples until the sharp burn traveled to my aching core. He knew what he was doing to me, I could see it on his self-assured, cocky expression. So why was I resisting, remaining stubbornly silent? I was so turned on that all it would take was a flick of his finger in the right place and I’d be coming all over him. I moaned deeply when he dug his boner into my covered pussy.

God, he was big, and long, and wide, and I wanted him.

“I hate you.”

He snorted. “No you don’t. You hate submitting to me.”

He was right. Before I knew what he was going to do he dropped to his knees and put his hands on my thighs. I caught my breath. A hiss left him when he leaned forward and sniffed my scent. I knew that I was wet. I could feel it, and I could smell the scent of sex between us. My heart was beating out of control and I thought I would faint when Rock placed his open mouth on me. Instinctively I parted my legs more so that he had better access.

His tongue moved along the thin covering over my pussy. I could easily come like this, but I knew what Rock was waiting for. He would only go so far without hearing the words he’d demanded from me. I knew that I was going to say what he wanted to hear, because to say no now would be torture for me. I was too turned on not to go all the way, and the truth was, I wanted to feel his cock inside me again.

I opened my mouth to tell him this when he tugged my sleep shorts off with a violent move. My breath locked in my throat, my eyes grew large, meeting his as he looked up at me. Gazes locked, I felt his finger tease the lips to my pussy, flicking up and down the seam until I was squirming. I wanted him to put his tongue there, and as if something had passed between us he did just that. A tease that promised ecstasy.

“Yes!” I hissed out, arching back. My hands went to his hair when his tongue breached me, penetrating deep. “Fuck me, Rock. I need you!”

His hands clenched into the flesh of my thighs and he buried his face into my pussy. I was helpless to do anything but lean back and enjoy his skill. I dug my nails into Rock’s shoulders, unable to control my actions as he ate me out with the relish of a man who until now had been denied food.

A flame ignited inside my core. I began to rotate my hips, seeking deeper contact, trying to get his tongue where I needed it most. My clit was throbbing, and I unconsciously reached down to give it attention. That’s when I realized that Rock knew what I’d wanted all along. I barely got in a couple of rubs before he gripped my wrist and pinned it down on the counter.

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