Page 61 of Begging for Mercy
I kiss the tip first, flicking my tongue against the salty slit, and Zane’s entire body trembles as he moans. Responsive as fuck, and I’mherefor it.
I’m also here forthis.
Popping open my jaw, I take him inside my mouth in one fluid motion, going as deep as I can without choking. I’ll be fine after a warm-up, but I also want to take things slow and enjoy every one of Zane’s reactions.
The man is falling apart.
Arching his back, grabbing my hair, whining as I drag his cock over my tongue. A sweaty, hot mess, hardly able to catch his breath and unable to decide if watching is better than closing his eyes. He tries to stare, but then I’ll grab his shaft and stroke on the upswing, and he’s tossing his head back with a moan.
Thisis what I’ve been missing. All of those times I’ve had sex with other people, it’s never been this intense. I’ve been looking for something that was right in front of me the entire time.
Zane’s dick throbs, swelling as he gets close. “K—Kane,” he pants, struggling to breathe as I take him even deeper, relaxing my throat as I get ready to swallow.
I’m a pro, after all.
He comes with the neediest fucking whine caught in his throat while I’ve got his dick pumping into mine. I let up after the first few spurts so that I can roll his cum over my tongue and taste it, swallowing greedily as even more spills into my mouth. Zane’s hips jerk with each pulse, and I have to hold his hips down. “Easy, boy,” I rumble, kissing his shaft. “You’ll wear yourself out.”
Covering his face with his hands, he groans. “You shouldnothave swallowed that.”
I nip his abdomen, enjoying the way his muscles twitch. “I always swallow.”
“I’m sure you do,” he huffs, peeking at me through his fingers. “I just never thought—” There he goes, biting his lip again. “I never thought you’d do that forme.”
Sliding up his body, I kiss his cheek and throw my leg over his, idly grinding my cock against his thigh. I’m okay taking things slower than I usually do, but that doesn’t mean I’m a saint. “I’d do anything for you, Zane.” Turning his face towards mine, I stare into his eyes for what I have to say next. “I love you.” Seeing him smile makes me so happy that I have to kiss him again. I’ve missed the way he lights up the room.
He’s been way too fucking moody and broody lately.
Speaking of?—
We need to talk about Mercy, because I’m not willing to let her go. I love Zane. I want Zane. But I also want her. Having both of them would make me the happiest man alive. But I know that Zane doesn’t think the same way I do. We run on different wavelengths and at different speeds, and getting him involved with Mercy could take time. After all, it’s taken usyearsto get to this point. I don’t want to fuck this up, but I’d be lying if I said that this was all I wanted.
This is only the first piece of the puzzle falling into place.
Zane’s quiet and contemplative, gently stroking my hair. “You’d do anything?”
I hum in response, not sure where this is going.
He takes a breath and exhales slowly, blowing air across my forehead. “Stay with me,” he murmurs after a moment, rolling onto his side so that he can smother me. I have a feeling that he’s choosing the safer path, because this is an easy ask.
“Alright,” I promise, “but wehaveto do something about my dick, or you’ll wake up covered in cum.” Cupping my balls, I hiss at how hot and heavy they are. “Between you and Mercy, I’ve been ready to bust all damn day. I’m gonna explode.” I grab myshaft and lazily tug, seriously needing some relief. “I don’t expect you to?—”
He smacks my hand away and takes over, grabbing my dick and strokinghard.Hissing, I thrust into his palm and let him take out his frustration on me. Yeah, I know that talking about Mercy, even in passing, is going to rile him up, but that’s what I want. Iwanthim to work himself up into a frenzy. I need him to break out of his goddamn box. I need?—
Shit, I need to come.
Zane pants in my ear and kisses my neck, sending heat straight down my spine. “You’re such a fucking slut,” he growls, gripping me tighter. “Can’t wait to come for your best friend, huh? For yourbrother?”
We aren’t related, butfuck, that’s hot.
Grabbing Zane’s face, I drag him on top of me and grind against his body, sealing our lips together and panting into his dirty fucking mouth. Heismy best friend. Wearebrothers. But we’re so much more than that. “Don’t insult me,” I laugh, winding my fist in his hair and pulling his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, giving me a perfect view of his neck. “Lover.” He whines, and I quickly cover his mouth with mine, greedy to claim the sound. Releasing his hair, I grab his ass and wedge my cock against his cheeks, greedily thrusting between them. Lube would be killer—fucking his tight little hole would be better—but I’ll settle for whatever Zane can give me, because the look on his face is priceless.
Lidded eyes, mouth open, pink from his hairline to his chest.
I suck on his tongue just to hear him moan, and I come so fucking hard that it hurts. Thick ropes paint Zane’s ass, his sheets, his back, dirtying his bed but filling my heart. We collapse onto his pillow—onepillow, needs another—and catch our breath, smoothly transitioning into cuddles and comfort, like we always do when we’re in bed together.
Only this time, I’m not afraid to hold him closer, spread kisses across his shoulders, or whisper that I love him, knowing that when he’s ready, he’ll say it back.
Chapter 22
