Page 40 of At Your Mercy
His breath hitched, a flicker of defiance in his gaze as though he wanted to argue, to twist the words into mockery—but his body betrayed him. His thighs tensed, his chest rose sharp and quick, and when my thumb stroked slowly across the jut of his hipbone, he shivered.
“The fact that no one’s ever treated you like the treasure that you are is a travesty,” I murmured, kissing down the center of his chest, over the sharp line of his sternum. “I’ll teach you how you deserve to be taken apart.”
His lips parted, and he whispered, “Please, Wes.”
I smiled against his skin, teeth grazing just above his heart. I raised my hand, holding my palm just over his mouth. “Get my hand nice and wet, babydoll.”
Ro whimpered, then began to lick stripes over my palm, keeping heated eye contact with me while doing so.
“There’s a good boy. Just a little more,” I coaxed, my own cock already beginning to leak. After a few more of his kitten licks, I brought my hand down and wrapped my slick palm around his length.
His hips jerked at the contact, but settled as I used my free hand to stroke soothing circles into his hip.
“Wes,” he breathed out. “Wes.”
“Don’t hold anything back, doll. Let me hear all of your gorgeous sounds. Let me learn what your favorite spots are.” My thumb swiped through the precum on his tip, making himshudder. His feet kicked a bit, more of an involuntary movement than an attempt to get away.
“So good,” he purred, thighs trembling. My hand on his hip slid up his tight abdomen to his chest, finding one of his pert nipples and rolling it between my fingers. Ro whined, writhing against the sheets.
“Do you like your ass being played with, babydoll?”
He moaned and nodded. “Yes. Please. I want you in me.”
I groaned. “I’ll fill you up, doll. But first, I’ll need to stretch that pretty hole so you can take me. Can you hold your legs up?” Ro hooked his hands under his knees and readjusted so that his tight rosebud was nice and exposed for me.
“Like this?” he asked, a hint of his fire reappearing. His dark pink pucker twitched, pulling a low moan out of my throat.
“Yeah, doll. Just like that. Doing so good for me.” I stared, enamored, until I remembered I wouldn’t be getting anywhere close to in that tight heat without some lube. I rolled off the mattress, heading to one of the nightstands in hopes that they’d stocked the room as I’d requested. Ro let out a small, confused cry. “It’s okay, I’m just grabbing lube.” He visibly calmed, his grip on the backs of his thighs loosening some.
I smiled in relief when I pulled the top drawer open to find a small travel-sized bottle and a box of condoms.
While I’d prefer fucking Ronan raw, I wasn’t about to ruin the moment by asking about tests, so I used my teeth to tear open one of the packets and rolled the condom onto my dick.
I wasn’t sure about his history or what exactly Elias had made him do. But just based on how he’d approached me as a honeypot, I didn’t have high hopes that he’d gotten by without having to use his body in ways he hadn’t wanted.
“Wes?”
I took a breath, pushing those unsavory thoughts from my mind. Crawling back onto the bed, I opened the bottle of lube and poured some out onto my fingers.
My forefinger stroked gently at the furl of muscles. Putting a bit more pressure on it, my fingertip popped through the ring of resistance, entering him.
Ro gasped as I slid in the rest of my finger, rubbing his inner walls with something akin to reverence.
“This okay?” I checked in, catching as Ro bit down on his plush lower lip.
His eyes flicked to meet mine, and he nodded. “Yeah.”
Pressing in a second finger, I smirked as he moaned. Crooking my fingers, I quickly located his prostate and began to massage it.
Ro cried out as his toes curled in the air.
I continued to stroke and prod at the gland, drawing out sound after sound from Ronan’s throat. “You’re going to take me so well, Ro. Fuck, your ass is just sucking in my fingers.”
“Wes, please! I can’t take much more. Wanna come on your cock,” he panted, eyes glazed from pleasure.
“Hold it, doll. Be good and take a third finger. I don’t want to hurt you.” My ring finger pushed in beside the others, stretching his rim obscenely. Ro’s hole spasmed around them, ripping a long moan from his lips.
“Fuuuck.P-put your dick in already,” Ro demanded, his breathy voice cracking with impatience.
