Page 107 of Seduced By the Mermen
He bows his head and licks my breast. I have one hand on his shoulder, the other on the top of his head. I’m trying to keep my balance. But when his very thick fingers circle my clit, I’m as dizzy as if I’ve had two glasses of red wine. His head pops off my breast, and in the next beat he’s on his feet, his hands around my waist. He takes me flying across the room until my back is against the door.
“Wrap your gorgeous thighs around my waist,” he says as he pins me to the door.
“Oh, you can’t?—”
“Don’t tell me what I can’t do, Blair. I want to fuck you. They want to know the fucking is happening.” He puts one hand under my ass. My ankles lock around his back, and I hold on to his shoulders. “Are you ready, Blair?” he asks, his nose pressed into the skin below my ears.
“Yes.” I turn my neck, elongating in what has to look like I’m presenting myself to him. Begging him to sink his mark into my neck.
He kisses up behind my ear, and in a swift motion, pushes into me. He pauses when he’s sunk all the way into me. I’m pinned in so many ways, and my lack of freedom has me trying to thrust into him.
“Patience, Blair.” He sucks in his breath. And then he’s off. My spine presses against the locked door, shaking it with his long strokes. It’s so different. I’m spiraling at his power. Myfingernails dig into his shoulders, and the harder I hold, the deeper he thrusts.
“It’s so good.” My head flops onto his chest. I’m panting. With each thrust, I shake the door. Each push of his pelvis has my hips moving closer to the door handle. I drop one hand and grab it, and it makes the door vibrate louder with each of his strokes.
It shouldn’t turn me on so much to know the guys can hear me on the other side, but it does.
“Hang on.” Sterling lifts his head, his chest drenched with sweat. “I think our captors have changed our sentence.”
It takes me a second to understand what he’s talking about. “You’re not stopping, are you?”
“There’s not enough gold in the world to make me capable of stopping fucking you, Blair.”
I grab hold of his neck, and he carries me to the bed. He lowers me slowly to the mattress, his thick cock still inside me. His gray eyes flash at me with our chests separated. Watching him thrust into me where we’re connected is another new turn on. I trail my fingers down his abs. Down to where he’s lightly thrusting. I skim the sides of his cock before circling around my clit.
In a beat, my hand is snatched away. He’s ensnared both of my wrists, holding them with one hand above my head. The other hand he drops to my clit. “Mine,” he growls.
The two things together have my hips rocketing off. My back arches, and my orgasm ratchets through my body. I’m screaming words, I think. But I’m not sure.
On my way down, Sterling shakes, chasing his own release, and it starts me all over again.
By the time we’re finished, I’m covered in sweat and come. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth, and I’m prettysure I can’t lift my own head, let alone untangle my legs from around Sterling’s waist.
Sterling holds himself off me with one arm. The other hand is gently petting my hair away from my face. I smile, and the bright light from his face evaporates. He pulls out of me and stomps for the bathroom. And one of the best orgasms of my life goes hollow as I watch him leave the room.
“Blair?” Delmar says from the wall next to the door I can’t look at.
“I’m okay,” I say, though I don’t mean it.
Chapter 42
Zion
“Just another couple hours,” I say, turning to Blair beside me on the sofa. She’s been quiet—too quiet—ever since our little forced proximity experiment. Which was my idea and fucking stupid. Delmar’s pissed at me too. Though he went along with it.
It’s changed Sterling—he’s pushed Blair even farther away. His grunts are his current highest level of communication, and even those aren’t frequent. We can—or rather I can—turn this trip around. I made a tactical error and . . .
Sterling’s at the controls and Delmar is in the back. Blair’s toes poke out from under a small blanket. She has a learning tablet on her lap, but she’s twisted, watching the darkness drift by us out the window.
“A couple hours until what?” She shifts in her seat, turning back to the center of the room.
“Until we’re in an area close enough to the coast to have more sea life.”
“We’re almost there?”
I nod. “Yes.” The tension of my mistake is like a bubble holding her away from me. We might be sitting side by side on the sofa, but she’s oceans away from me. “I apologize.”
Her lips purse and her eyebrows rise. Does she not know what for, or is it rather that she wants me to say what it’s for?
