Page 48 of The Price of Mercy
Kane slides up behind me like a bitch in heat, ready to jump in on the action. I can feel his erection pressing against my spine, not as thick as earlier, but nearly. His refractory period is insanely short—it’s one of the qualities that makes him popular at parties when there are more than enough holes to go around and not enough dicks to fill them.
“Stop,” I swallow, turning my head to bump Kane’s chest. “You’re not involved in this.”
He chuckles as he runs his hands beneath my shirt and up my chest. Teasing my nipples, he groans. “It’s so hot watching someone else suck you off. Imagine if she had on lipstick. Cherry red, or burgundy—” He shivers, the sensation tickling my back. “I’d love to see your dick covered in red.”
“Keep your blood kink away from my dick.”
“Myblood kink?” Nipping my neck, Kane chuckles deeper. “Look in the mirror, babe. I’m not the one who likes to carve people up.”
“None of that—” I suck in a breath as Mercy descends, strategically using my waning attention to take me deeper into her throat. “Matters right now. You’re gonna—” I pant. Mercy’s hot hand massages my balls just the way I like, with a hard squeeze that makes my dick twitch. “Lose your bet.”
“Don’t care. I’d be happy if this lasted forever.”
Rolling my eyes, I tune him out and focus on Mercy. “Someone’s eager,” I growl, cupping her flushed cheeks. She’s hot to the touch, and her lips—swollen, red,delicious.Saliva drips from her open mouth and catches on my ballsack. Grinning, I pop her off my cock and shove her face in her mess. “Lick it up, Kitten.”
Her whole body shudders. I can tell she doesn’t want to. For a second, I believe that she’s going to tap out, but then she swipes her tongue through the puddle of saliva and keeps going, drawing one of my balls into her mouth. Flicking her gaze up to meet mine, she sucks.
My hips jerk. Kane pinches my nipples. Mercy grabs my shaft and strokeshard, drawing up my flesh to tease the underside of my head. She must have seen that in a porn or something, but it does its job. An excessive amount of precum leaks from my slit, and she gathers it in her hand to stroke even faster.
“That’s not a blow job,” I remind her, clenching my jaw.Shit, but it’s working. Before she can retort with some smart ass remark, I grab her hair and force her back onto my cock. The heat of her mouth makes me shiver. Sweat gathers at my hairline. It shouldn’t feel this good to have someone else on my cock. Maybe it’s because Kane’s watching? He’s clearly into it, rubbing his hard-on against my lower back while he looks over my shoulder. Even Sam, as possessive as he claims to be, is slack-jawed as he watches his girl swallow as much of my cock as she can, her eyes watering again.
Damn, that’s a pretty sight.
Her tits jiggle as she raises her head, giving me a peek at her rosy nipples. I bet they’d feel good beneath my tongue. Taut, sensitive peaks craving my mouth. She’d cry out like the needy little thing she is and beg for my cock inside her dripping wet hole, all too eager for me to bury deep and fill her womb with my?—
Mercy swallows the very tip of my cock, taking me deeper than I thought possible, and chokes. With a moan, I grab the back of her head andpush, keeping her there while I come my fucking brains out. Hot spurts of my seed skip her tongue entirely and land inside her throat, forcing her to swallow.
That’s it,Kitten,drink my fucking milk.
Silent tears drip down her scarlet cheeks as she struggles to breathe.
“Through your nose, sweetheart. Breathe through your nose.” Kane reaches over me to rub the top of her head, like she really is a cat needing praise.
Sam joins in, swooping down to rub her throat and encourage her to swallow. “You’re almost done. Good girl.”
Once my balls are empty, I grab both sides of her face and pull her up, enjoying the way she gasps for air. Prying her mouth open with my fingers, I confirm that there isn’t a single drop of semen remaining within. “You get an A,” I tell her, “because you didn’t scrape me with your teeth.”
Kane rumbles behind me but doesn’t say anything, thank God, because I’d hate for her to learn that I like that shit.
“Two minutes and forty-two seconds,” Sam announces. Brushing Mercy’s hair off her cheek, he kisses away her tears. “You did good, baby. That’s fast.”
“Andyou swallowed.” Kane smacks my ribs. “This fucker didn’t want me to swallow the first time.”
Blushing isnothow I wanted to end this experience. Cheeks flaming, I smack Kane back. “Keep that to yourself!”
Mercy stares up at me curiously. “Why didn’t he want you to swallow?”
“Because at the time, Zane hadn’t, y’know.” Kane pretends to jerk off. “In a while.”
Sam’s lip curls. “TMI.”
Kane rolls his eyes. “Like you were complaining this morning when she ateyourload. I bet you hadn’t jerked off since…” Scrunching his face, he starts counting back on his fingers. “When were we at Lucio’s?”
That night feels like a lifetime ago.
Dragging a hand down my face, I take a breath before shoving my dick back in my pants. I want to say somethingsnarky about how this was aone time onlything, but my heart isn’t in it. If I say that, Kane will call me out on it, and I’ll have to admit right here and now,aloud, that this wasn’t… bad.
Despite the rough start to the evening, I feel lighter than I have in weeks. Completely sober, even. The voices in my head have gone quiet, allowing the others to filter in without their usual harsh edges and undertones. Instead, I’m left with the warmth of Kane’s hand on my hip, the absentminded caress of Mercy’s fingers on my ankle, and the simple, carefree banter between Sam and Kane as they debate the winnings from their blow job bet.
