Page 142 of On Merit Alone
He growled, and the next thing I knew, his teeth were on me. Scraping my neck as his fingers delved low along my sex.
“Dripping wet,” he ground out, confirming my suspicions of his words before.
And even though he was giving me what I wanted, he was a master of torture as he finally slid his long thick finger inside me. The sound I made was feral. A moan and a growl mixed into one.
“And so fucking tight,” he breathed. “You’re perfect.”
“Ira.”
“You feel so good wrapped around my fingers, baby,” he continued against my skin, adding another digit and making me feel so full of him.
“Ira,” I was crying out now, my voice not recognizable to myself as his thumb started to move around my clit and his fingers pumped a steady rhythm inside me.
“I need you coming right the fuck now, Merit,” he said. “Stop playing around.”
“I’m going to come,” I said, both my hands clutching onto his forearm and feeling his muscles straining as he absolutely pounded into me with his fingers, slapping and plunging and not letting up. I shook everywhere, my body losing itself as it fell into his control.
He nuzzled the back of my ear, a sensitive spot. Then he did something devious. He mirrored me when I teased him to completion in the club. Nibbling my earlobe before saying, “If you wanted me to make you come on my hand, all you had to do was ask, baby. Now give me whatIwant.”
His fingers lifted slightly, the angle of his thrusting hitting some unknown spot within me at the same time his thumb added more pressure on my clit and I lost it.
My entire core clenched tight as I exploded. I chased a figurative high that Ira’s fingers matched as my hips lifted off of the chair and my back arched wildly with my spasms of pleasure.
And I was loud. So loud that Ira crashed his mouth over mine to quiet my screaming as I came and came and came all over his hand just like he’d ordered me to. I always knew he was bossy, in his nice leading sort of way. But it was different when he was bossy in this assertive sexy way.
It broke my brain. Both seeing this side of him and feeling its wrath on my sex after he touched me until my mind was mush. I didn’t even have control of my body anymore as I came down from an orgasm that sent me to the moon.
It was Ira’s voice that anchored me back down to earth. My body buzzing, my limbs jerking and twitching. I heard him hum in that deep, satisfied tone—felt his forehead pressed to mine as we matched our racing breaths with each other. “Easy, baby. Easy.”
I whimpered, feeling so much that I couldn’t feel much at all. He scooped me up. Pulling me onto his lap and tucking me against his chest. Chuckling. “I know, beautiful. Take it easy. I’m here. You’re good. Just let it feel good.”
“I,” I panted.
“Mer.” I knew he smiled into his words even though I couldn’t see it.
“You sound so happy with yourself,” I teased. My forehead plastered to the side of his neck.
His cheek grazed me as he looked down. “Anything to do with you makes me happy.”
“Stop trying to make me like you, I already like you too much,” I grumbled.
He chuckled. “Are you feeling better now?”
“I’m not sure if my legs work anymore,” I sighed.
“Then I did my job right,” he puffed proudly.
I would roll my eyes but those didn’t seem to work either. They were stuck in this closed state, fluttering sleepily. Could I move from this spot? How would I ever get home? With lazy, contented words I conceded. “Yes, I’m feeling better. But you knew that before you asked.”
“I know,” he agreed. “It was mostly just a set up.”
“A set up for what?”
“A question.”
“Okay...”
“Hang out with me tomorrow?”
