Page 37 of No Mercy

“It hasn’t been that long, Tom.” She laughed softly. I came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. “Sam’s only been in school a week, and−” Apparently he’d cut her off. “Of course I do, but−” She stopped again. “I miss you, too.” Her comment pissed me off, but then she said, “Maybe it’s for the best if you move on. I don’t see us returning to Cedar Key. Rock wants him in his life, and I want Sam to know his dad . . . No, I don’t know what that means for me. Yes we’re staying with him temp−Tom, I don’t want to hurt you but I told you in the beginning that friendship might be all we ever have…Tom, please don’t be like this−”

It sounded to me like Tom was giving her a hard time, and I decided that it was time to make my presence known. I cleared my throat, stepping off the bottom step. Allie turned, our eyes met, and she offered me a little smile. Her expression was filled with regret, and there was a questioning look in her eyes. Was she wondering how much I’d heard?

“I need to go. I’m really sorry you feel that way, sorry for the way things worked out between us.”

My brows shot up at that comment. What the fuck did that mean? She ended the call and set her phone down.

“Good morning.” Her tone was light, almost shy. “That was Tom.”

I was surprised she’d volunteered the information. “Seems he’s having a hard time letting go,” I said, letting her know that I’d heard enough to come to that conclusion. She shrugged. I decided to get right to the point. “I’m interested, Allie, what exactly are you sorry for?” I tried to contain my growing anger at the thought that she might be sorry they hadn’t been more than friends.

The silence told me that she was thinking carefully about her response. She pressed her pretty lips before replying. “Tom was good to both of us.”

“He wanted inside your pussy,” I said crudely. She blushed and didn’t seem to have anything to say to that. “Is that what you wanted?”

“No. It was never about me, Rock. It’s always been about Sam, and doing what was right for him.”

“Are you saying that you don’t have feelings for that asshole?”

She gave me a dirty look. “I have feelings for him, just not the kind he wanted.”

I thought about the phone call and her end of it. “Is he going to be a problem?”

She shook her head. “No, Tom’s not like that. He’s angry now, he’s hurt, but I’m sure in time he’ll move on.”

“You mean he’s a pussy. Not willing to fight for what he wants.”

Her face turned red. “You have no right to judge him.”

“I came after you, didn’t I?” I stepped closer to her. “I’m willing to fight for what I want, baby.”

“And you want Sam.”

I had a feeling that she was looking for more. Did she want to hear me admit that I wanted her, too? Why the fuck did it matter so much for a woman to hear the words, didn’t actions speak louder? After last night I’d have thought she had her proof, but then, fucking didn’t mean shit without the feelings. And right now it wasn’t about feelings. We still had shit between us that needed to be resolved.

“Yeah, babe, I want Sam.” And I also wanted his mother. I didn’t say that, though.

I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and slamming my mouth down on hers. Her small hand fell upon my chest, and as the kiss intensified I felt the sting of her nails as she curled her fingers into my flesh. It turned me hard, and with a groan I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She opened hers willingly, her small tongue meeting mine as we tasted each other’s mouths. Coffee and something sweeter tantalized my taste buds, adding heat to my blood.

Her sweet moans filled my ears, and I knew that if I didn’t pull back soon I’d fuck her again right there on the kitchen counter. I had to get to the club, but my pounding dick begged for time to make him happy. It suddenly seemed like the perfect way to start my day, and I walked Allie backwards to the wall. She was wearing a pair of shorts, the soft loose kind, and a tee that revealed her tits weren’t contained in a bra.

She grunted when her back came in contact with the wall. I wasn’t gentle in getting her where I wanted or in getting from her what I wanted. And it didn’t seem as if she minded. She thrust her little body against me, working her hips like a fucking pro. With one hand on my chest her other moved between us and she began to rub my hard-on. God, she made me hot so fucking fast. I was afraid of hurting her.

“Take my dick out,” I rasped against her lips before locking my mouth to hers again. The feel of her little hand circling my dick almost made me come right there. I thrust into her palm, pulling away from her mouth and gritting my teeth. “Fuck that feels good.”

My hands went to her tits and I massaged them roughly before pulling up her tee and exposing them. Soft satin globes filled my hands, her erect nipples as hard as glass. I rolled them, pinched and then bit at them, causing a series of moans and whimpers from Allie.

“Where do you want my cum, baby? Your mouth or your cunt?” My heart was going to explode from my chest it was beating so fast.

She pulled back enough to look down at my dick. The head was purple and dripping pre-cum, while the rest was pulsing on its own in her palm. She licked her lips. I groaned, and then she dropped to her knees. She had no sooner hit the floor than she closed her mouth over me. Fuck! My thighs quivered, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes. There was no way to explain the fucking exquisite feeling of being inside Allie’s warm, wet mouth, while her teeth and tongue loved my dick, and she sucked it as if it was her favorite lollipop.

Every minute thing she did felt intensified by a thousand degrees, and more than once she nearly brought me to my knees. She dragged a long groan out of me while she was licking and sucking my balls. But what really got to me was the feel of her hand moving between my legs to my ass, and her finger teasing my anus. I looked down at her, twisted my hand in her hair to hold her where I wanted her, and bucked wildly into her mouth.

“You want my cum in your mouth, baby?” I gritted out between my teeth. She nodded without looking up. “You gonna swallow it all?” Again she nodded. “Then get ready, because I’m coming.”

She was sucking hard. My balls drew up tight, and I knew they were getting ready to release. I fucked Allie’s mouth deeply, making her take all of me. She knew how to work her throat muscles so that her throat was literally squeezing around my dick and milking it. I was so fucking close. “Fuck, baby!” I groaned, my balls releasing their load. Allie slipped her finger inside my anus, and I jerked convulsively, sending more cum down her throat. “Aaaggghhhh!”

I was panting heavily, one palm against the wall in an effort to stay on my feet, my other hand clenched in Allie’s hair. Realization set in that I might be hurting her. I glanced down and released my grip. As she let me slip from her mouth she cleaned my dick off with her tongue, and then glanced up at me with a mouth that was swollen and glistening. Fuck, that turned me on all over again.

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