Page 53 of The Price of Mercy
“Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that, Kitten. I distinctly remember Kane telling you to beg last time.” With a smirk, Zane props his chin on Mercy’s sternum and gazes up at her. “So beg.”
Her eyes turn glassy as he rocks his hips into the cradle of her thighs. “W-what do I say?”
Dropping to my knees, I brush my lips across the shell of her ear. “Tell us what you want.” Kissing her neck steals all of my attention as she ponders what to say for far too long. “Don’t overthink it.”
Zane huffs irritably. “Seriously, Mercy, it’s not that hard.”
“Then why don’tyoubeg?” Glaring at him, I grab Mercy’s hips and hold her still. “Don’t give it to him yet. Make him beg, baby.”
She’s still overthinking. A flush trails down her neck as she stares at Zane’s smug face. “Um.”
Kane chuckles from across the fire pit. “Zane’s easy to rile up. He’lldefinitelybeg if you make him wait long enough.”
Zane growls at his boyfriend. “Shut up!”
I smile into the crook of Mercy’s neck. This is more entertaining than I thought it would be.
Grabbing Zane’s face, Mercy yanks his head back towards her. “Zane…” Taking a breath, she brushes her thumb over his bottom lip. “Don’t you want to feel how wet I am?”
He swallows, his gaze lingering on her parted lips. “This won’t work.”
She takes his hand and dips it beneath the waistband of her leggings. “Zane,” she exhales hotly. “I’msowet. Can’t you feel it?” Rocking her hips, she grinds on his fingers.
I can’t see how deep they are inside of her, or if they are at all, but I can see Zane’s reaction. His pupils dilate and his breathing shallows. A thin layer of sweat breaks out across his neck. He swallows hard.
I’m not faring much better. Holding onto Mercy’s hips while she rocks them has consequences. My dick swells with the need to be the one trapped beneath her, and I have to hold back a groan. We’ve had sex for the past three nights—more than once a night, even, if I stay hard long enough—but apparently, that doesn’t matter when it comes to my sex drive. I’m ready for night number four. Her pussy should be sore from all the pounding it’s been taking, but Mercy doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.
She speeds up, rocking her hips with fluttering lashes and a whine catching in her throat. When Zane doesn’t reciprocate, she pouts. “If you don’t want it—” Sliding off of Zane’s lap, she collapses onto mine ass-first, engulfing my body in her heat. “Sam will take care of me. Won’t you, Sam?”
“Yes,” I moan, loving the way she presses her ass against my cock. Desire burns hot in my veins.Yes, she needs me. Fuck Zane. He can watch me claim her again and again, as many times as she wants. We’ve been using condoms, but I didn’t bring any with me outside. What’s one more cream pie?Heaven?Or would she ask me to pull out? Either way, it’s a win. Sex with Mercy isalwaysa win.
Her fingers slide into my hair and she pulls my mouth down to hers, eagerly flicking her tongue against my lips. Cupping her jaw, I give her the exact attention she wants, easily licking into her hot little mouth. She whines, matching me stroke for stroke, and rubs her ass over me. “Sam!”
“What is it, baby? You need more?”
She nods.
Unlike those two, I’m a gentleman. I won’t make her beg for something we both want. Running my hand down her chest and over her stomach, I rub her needy pussy through her pants, enjoying the way she squirms. The heat of her burns straight through the fabric. I bet she reallyissoaking wet; tight and hot and creamy?—
“Wait.” Zane sits back on his haunches and purses his lips, the bright flush burning across his cheeks giving away his intentions. “We were just getting started.” He clears his throat and looks away. “Mercy. Come here.”
She exhales hotly across my neck and presses a kiss to my jaw. “No.”
Zane clenches his fists. “Mercy.”
Ignoring him, Mercy curves her neck and nips my throat. I press the pads of my fingers against her clit and grin at Zane’s heated glare. Rubbing in slow circles, I tease her while she sucks a hickey onto my neck.Hell yes.Mark me, baby. I moan as she bites down and pulls blood to the surface.
With a growl, Zane lunges forward and grab’s Mercy’s throat, pulling her teeth from my skin. “Fucking—fuck me!” He slides his fingers over mine and rubs lower, covering her pussy and scraping his nails over her clothes. “I’m so hard,” he whines, clenching his eyes shut and thrusting his hips into the air. “It hurts.”
Pouting.
Like a fucking dog.
I glance between him and Kane to find the latter man grinning like an idiot at this latest development. Not only is his cock still in his fist, but his pants are crumpled in a pile on the ground beside him. Naked from the waist down, he winks at me. “Told you it would work.”
“She didn’t even have to touch him,” I marvel, staring at the dark stain over Zane’s crotch. He reallyishard and hurting if that damp patch is his doing and not Mercy’s. How often does he get off? Not enough?
Hard to believe with Kane as his partner.
