Page 47 of No Mercy

I closed my eyes tight and enjoyed the feel of him filling me, the feel of his thrusting in and out and setting a rhythm that threatened to make me explode again. I kissed him wherever I could. I touched him wherever I could. The muscles in his back bunched under my hands, his biceps bulged with the strain of holding the top half of his body from crushing me. He didn’t need to worry about that because I liked his weight on me.

He pulled out and flipped me over. “On your knees with your ass in the air,” he ordered, breathing loudly. “I want to see this ass bouncing while I pound into you.”

I did what he wanted, eager to feel him back inside me. I had no sooner gotten into position when he thrust forward, burying his cock to the hilt. I caught my breath, feeling him right up against my cervix. He held himself and ground hard, his hands tight on my hips.

“Love this ass.” The deep rasp of his voice turned me on. Then he began to move, starting out slow, as if to savor the feel of sliding out and then gliding back in. “Gonna fuck it good some day.”

I quivered wildly, pushing back into his thrusts. There wasn’t anywhere I didn’t feel him inside me. The slapping of his heavy balls against my clit kept every nerve ending alive and zapping through me, like tiny bolts of electricity. Pleasure overwhelmed me, and I felt tears of emotion fill my eyes. His cock was a rod of hot steel penetrating my body, starting a fire that rapidly grew out of control.

“Fucking, hell, baby. Your cunt is squeezing my dick good.” He continued to plow into me, grunting each time. “You’re mine, Allie. My dick inside your body, my cum dripping out of your pussy, makes you mine.”

Yes! Yes!I screamed inside my head, bouncing with every hard thrust. “Rock!” I felt my orgasm rushing toward the peak.

The scent of sex surrounding us fueled my arousal, and I imagined it was the same way for Rock. His movements grew in intensity and speed. Without warning he jerked my hips up and closer to his body, surprisingly going even deeper. I clenched down on his cock, pleased to hear his groan. I felt powerful, knowing that I was giving him pleasure. Keeping one big hand on my hip, he reached forward with his other to tease my clit.

His strong fingers flicked my swollen clit and that was all it took to have me crashing. “I’m going to come!” I warned.

“No!” Rock grunted. His speed never faltered as he fucked me hard. “You come on my dick when I tell you to!”

Somehow I managed to find the strength to hold off my orgasm, but it wasn’t easy. My body was a mass of tingling, sensitive nerves that needed relief. “Rock!” God, I was going to explode when the time came. I was so close to the edge, the need to climax halfway between heaven and earth. I was afraid that once it reached the top there would be no stopping it from reaching the final outcome. “Please!” I begged him.

“Get ready, baby!” he rasped. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back. “Fuck! Now!” he commanded. His arm curled beneath my tummy and he held me against him tightly. “Come for me, baby!” I felt his cock swell, clamped down on it with my muscles and held tight, but it was something I didn’t need to do. He ground his hips against me, and a loud roar escaped him when he released.

We climaxed at the same time.

He came so hard that I could feel his cock pulsing deep inside me with every release. My body convulsed wildly, adding to the kaleidoscope of feelings coursing through me. Rock was shuddering, too, his breathing harsh and out of control.

“Fuck. Fuck,” he rasped, out of breath, moving his arms and allowing my body to sink onto the bed. His followed, covering me as we remained connected and twitching with spasms. “You’re going to fucking kill me, babe.”

His comment brought a smile to my face. I turned my face away from the pillow so I could breathe. It thrilled me to know that I could bring a big, strong man like Rock to his knees, that I could turn him weak when it counted. His possession, both in and out of bed, was fierce and controlling, but that one tiny moment when his body was locked tightly to mine, and his cum was flooding my insides, I held the power.

I hated the feel of his cock slipping out of me. As Rock moved to the side of me I felt cum seeping out between my legs. I whimpered, turning my head to face him. He was laying with his face turned toward me, a tired yet satisfied look on his rugged expression.

“You know we’ve been fucking without protection.” I don’t know why I felt compelled to remind him of that in that moment. He knew I wasn’t on the pill, too. So what did that mean?

“Babe.” He turned a little my way, reaching for the sheet we’d kicked away which was now at my feet. “We both know this is it for us. You’re not going anywhere. And if I had to put a hundred babies in your belly to prove it to you I would.”

A snort escaped me, even while his words gave me hope. “You know that’s impossible, right?”

He grinned, his eyes filling with amusement. It made my heart feel good to see Rock this way, when he was usually so serious. “Yeah, but trying to accomplish that would be fun.” I caught my breath when he pulled me against him. “They’ll be nothing between us, baby, not even a fucking condom.” He slammed his mouth down on mine.

Nothing else mattered after that. I drank in his lust and passion, returning it to show Rock without words that I was on board with that. His comment meant far more to me than just a statement about condoms. He was talking about our lives. There would be no more running, no more miscommunication, and no more unnecessary hurt. Tears leaked out of my eyes and my untimely sniffle broke us apart.

Rock pulled back enough to see my face. “Baby?” His expression turned soft at seeing my tears. “You’re with me on this, aren’t you?” He’d misunderstood my tears.

Doubt filled his eyes with my silence, and I realized that if we were going to make this work between us then it had to begin now. “I’m with you, Rock.” I sniffed again. Was it too soon to tell him that I’d never stopped loving him? What if he didn’t feel the same way, and this was all based on sex? I had to stop guessing and find out. “I’ve never stopped loving you,” I whispered, half hoping that he hadn’t heard me. “Even when I hated you.”

A muscle in his jaw twitched, his expression turning hard. But it was the smoldering look in his eyes that revealed the depth of his emotions. Rock didn’t show his feelings, if he could help it. He was too damned alpha for that. He fought showing any kind of weakness every step of the way. I could tell that he was struggling with finding the right words to say. Before I knew it, he’d pulled me onto his body while rolling onto his back. He tucked my head beneath his chin.

“I hated you for a long time, babe. Once I’d gotten over the shock of you being pregnant, and being an asshole, I went for you. When I found you’d moved away, I let you go, convincing myself that it was for the best. The club was in trouble at the time, and I didn’t want to bring a young girl, much less an innocent baby, into the mess. Maybe I used that as an excuse not to go after you at first. Fuck, I was young, too. But I missed you every fucking day. The anger that you’d left me without giving me a chance came later, after I’d lost myself in pussy and booze trying to work you out of my mind.”

It angered me to know that while I was pregnant, giving birth, and raising our son he’d been carrying on as if I’d never entered his life. I didn’t like thinking about him with other women. My leaving had pushed him into their arms. I guessed I should have been thankful that he hadn’t found anyone to replace me permanently.

“I woke up one morning and knew that I had to find you. Got Fox on it right away and found out that you’d settled in Cedar Key.”

All the while he was talking, Rock’s hand caressed up and down my body in a way that made me wonder if he was aware of what he was doing. His other arm was curled around me. With my ear on his chest I could hear his heartbeat, and while his words hurt with the truth, it was the steady thump of his heart and being in his arms that kept me calm.

I felt my eyes growing heavy with the need to go back to sleep. Somehow I’d slept through most of the night. Rock must have removed my clothes, because I didn’t remember doing it myself. I’d turned the TV on and relaxed back on the bed, waiting for him, and that’s the last thing I remembered. It was still early enough to go back to sleep and get a couple more hours in.

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