Page 128 of On Merit Alone
“But you can’t touch me?” she asked, and damn if she didn’t sound excited by that.
I laughed and groaned, my emotions confused at all the things she made me feel. “If those are your rules, I’ll play.”
“Right here?” she asked again.
I slipped a glance sideways. From where we sat, we were half covered by the wall. We could see into the crowded dance floor but unless they were searching for something, they couldn’t see us.
“Within reason, yeah,” I said.
She hummed an excited sound that had me chuckling and then groaning as she snaked her hands around my back and pulled me into her in a way that had her warm center brushing against the front of my pants. Her soft chest pressing against mine in a way that let me know exactly what parts of her were hardened.
“Mmm,” I groaned as my body involuntarily rolled against hers, the friction making us both shiver with anticipation. “Just… be nice, okay?”
“Hands on the wall, King,” she ordered with an evil little lilt to her voice. I looked at her. She looked positively devilish. And serious as she blinked up at me and waited for me to do what I was told.
Slowly, I slipped a hand behind her. Grabbing onto her waist and lifting her slightly to scoot her further onto the box. Stepping forward, I moved myself closer to the wall. Deeper between her legs. She moaned sweetly as our bodies moved together, but that’s all I allowed myself to touch before I raised my hands to the wall above her head.
She pushed her hands up the front of my torso, greedy little fingers running along the plains of my body. I tried not to shiver, but it was impossible when she ran her nails down my sides like that.
One last time, she asked, “So I have permission to dowhateverI want with you?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I breathed. “If you keep asking, you're going to make me worry what you want to do.”
She smiled. “Don’t worry. I think you’ll like it.”
I wanted to ask her what she was planning on doing, since the mirth in her voice made me a little nervous. But the feel of her mouth on my neck, hot and hungry stopped all coherent thoughts and brought a soft rumble from the bottom of my throat.
Damn she felt good. Her wet little mouth kissing and sucking my skin like she was determined to leave marks. Slowly, she kissed up to my jaw and then to my mouth, immediately slipping her searching tongue inside and devouring me like she wanted to suck my soul from my body. I moaned, and then I jerked.
As her mouth moved upward, her hands moved down, slipping the waistband of my pants and finding my briefs underneath. She palmed my thigh first. Kneading my muscles and groping me like she wanted to know something they weren’t telling her. And then she did that nail thing. Dragging them softly along my skin until she reached the inner part of my thigh. I almost choked on my growl.
“Merit.”
“You said whatever I want,” she whispered breathlessly onto my jaw. Then she dragged her wet mouth down, down until she was kissing along my collarbone. “I’m going to touch you, Ira.”
“No, not?—”
My words cut off at the feeling of her palming me over my boxers. I was already hard as a rock, but somehow the sensation of her taking hold of me and rubbing firm hands that were a little clumsy from alcohol and a lot eager from her horny little heart, had me stiffening to the point of near pain.
“Merit,” I breathed as I let my face fall into the side of her neck, moaning as those fingernails dragged along the length of me slowly. “No more.”
Her little laugh was wicked. All amusement and arousal. It was almost husky as she said, “There’s no safe words here, King.”
“Fuck, baby.” I was so hard and her being sexy wasn’t doing anything to stop that.
“Okay?” she asked, waiting on my confirmation to continue even after her dirty little words.
“Mhmm,” I said, my brain half dissolved in a lusty haze. “Just for a bit.”
She was determined to drive me crazy, and her slipping a hand into the front of my briefs and sliding a gentle palm around me before she gave a long, slow tug… yeah, that was going to send me right over the edge. My grip on the wall tightened and I grunted, my hips chasing her and the slide of her hand, up and down.
“You’re dripping already, Ira. I think you’re going to make a mess,” she said slowly. She tried to hide it, but she was enjoying it as she continued to work my hardness over with her hand. “Is this alright?”
I grunted again. Panted. “It’s good, but… but we should go?—”
She hummed happily before returning her lips to my throat. Slowly, she removed her non-busy hand from my hip where she was tracing slow circles and ran it up my arm until she had a hold on my wrist. Lifting it off the wall, she moved me so that my hand traced down the side of her face to the front of her neck. At the same time, her other hand twisted in a move that made my hips pump slightly and had my hand tightening involuntarily on her flesh as she worked me.
Against my sane mind, I kissed her. Forcing my mouth down on hers, hard and bruising as she drove me crazy with her hand alone.
