Page 129 of On Merit Alone
Ripping away, I cursed. “Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to?—”
“That’s okay,” she said, breathless and turned on. I knew she was turned on, and all I wanted to do was make her feel good too. Make her feel like she was making me feel. Drive her crazy just like this. But she shook her head, crushing those thoughts with thecontinued motion of her hand. “This is your punishment. You’re going to come right here, just like this.”
“Not here,” I growled. Then panted because she was still jerking me off. Still moving in a tauntingly perfect motion that was starting to make my legs tremble. My next words were choked. “Not before I get to have you, Mer.”
She shook her head. “I get to have you first.”
Surprisingly, she had me there.
This was the real punishment. How many times had I thought about having her as mine? Giving to her not only emotionally but her body as well. Of course I would be lying if I said I didn’t want this. I think my being on the edge of coming in her hand that very second was the proof of how much I wanted this—her. But I wanted to give to her first, and it was the ultimate punishment to think that wasn’t going to happen. And at this rate, itwasn’tgoing to happen.
My mind had gone hazy, my body shaky. And to top off her torture, Merit had started to guide my hand down lower. Right over her chest. My groan was loud as I felt her softness pool into the palm of my hand.
Perfect. She was so perfect and she felt so good and she was doing the twisting thing and moaning into my mouth as I couldn’t help but pinch her hard peaks with my fingers. My other hand came around to cup the back of her neck and pull her closer to me as I lost myself in her.
Adjusting, she gripped me in a way that made her thumb drag along the soft underside of my shaft, and I melted. Dissolving into little more than grunts and jerks in her hands.
“Yes,” I groaned into her mouth. “Yes, baby. Just like that.”
“Now you want it?” she teased.
“Ineedit,” I growled.
“I like when you beg, Ira.”
“Please, baby,” I shuddered, the edges of my release tickling my spine and threatening to take me out at the knees. Everything abouther was so sexy, so perfect, everything I wanted. Her soft flesh ready in my hands. Her mouth explored me thoroughly. Her words, unfiltered and honest. Carnal.Mine. “Please, I can’t take anymore.”
Leaning upward, she brought her mouth to my ear and said in a gravelly voice that was transparent about the fact that she wanted me. This.Us. “All you have to do is ask and you can have anything you want from me.”
She bit my earlobe and pumped me harder, faster, more, more, more until?—
“Fuck!” I hissed and buried my face into her neck so I wasn’t shouting as my body lost control and spilled over and over and fucking over again into her hand and my fucking pants.
“Mmm,” Merit moaned lazily as she slowed her movements. Coaxing the rest of my release out of me and making me tremble every time her hand grazed over the sensitive head.
The room was moving, my breath ragged as my lips stayed plastered against the crook of her neck and I came down from whatever planet I was on. “Ira?”
“Give me a minute, sweetheart,” I said, but I tightened my hold on her to let her know I was still here.
I felt her smile on the side of my face in response before she kissed me sweetly on the jaw and whispered, “Okay.”
Removing her hand from my pants, Merit picked up the cup of water she’d discarded beside her and took a small sip before using the rest to pour over her hand, washing away the residue of my release as she did. She didn’t seem bothered to have to dry her hand on the side of her skirt, or shy about checking me for “wet spots” as she so subtly put it.
My legs trembled, but I willed myself to stand straight. And when she looked at me, her eyes impish and still a little drunk and looking a lot accomplished with herself, I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her to me.
Slanting my mouth over hers I kissed her long and slow. Sweet.Rough. Teasing and tame. I kissed her all kinds of ways. I kissed her until I was sure I didn’t have to tell her how satisfied I felt right now, even though I would tell her anyway.
I kissed the shit out of her before breaking away and panting over her mouth, “We are going to have to talk about what‘within reason’means.”
She laughed so full and happy, that I knew—oh, I fucking knew—this girl had me forever.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Merit
It was the tenth—no,twentieth—long look across the room that finally set it in stone. There was something on his mind.
Something had already tipped me off to the fact that Ira might feel some type of way about the way we left things last night. And by “the way we left things”, I mean me sticking my hand down his pants until he exploded and grinning like I’d won some kind of prize while his eyes were still closed.
