I was so hungry for her I could have come just like that, but something in me held back. Yes, it would feel fantastic to plunge into her like I had before—but that first and last time we’d fully fucked, I’d made her feel like I’d only been hooking up with her for my own gratification.
I was man enough to rein in my horniness and make this time all about her, wasn’t I?
“I’m going to give you loads to remember the next time you’re all on your own,” I promised darkly, pressing a kiss to her throat and then her sternum, all the way down to her belly over the thin fabric of her shirt. With one flick of my thumb, I opened the fly of her jeans.
Mercy moved to sit up to get closer to me, but I pushed her back on the bed with a firm look she accepted just this once. Maybe because she could sense that what was coming was going to go in her favor anyway. When I gripped the waist of her jeans, she lifted her hips to help me pull them off her. Then I bowed my head to lap my tongue over her cunt through her panties.
They were already damp, the musky flavor of her seeping through. Mercy’s breath stuttered, her hips rocking as if to urge me on, and I was more than happy to meet that wordless demand.
I peeled off her panties, almost ripping them off in the process, and nudged her thighs apart so that I could look at her swollen pussy. I leaned closer and took a sniff of her arousal and almost came in my pants. She smelled abso-fucking-lutely incredible.
“Who needs dinner when I’ve got this,” I murmured against her thigh, nipping the soft, warm skin with my teeth. I knelt beside the bed and pulled her to me so that her legs were draped over my shoulders, her pussy right at the edge of the mattress for the taking. “I can’t wait to taste you properly.”
I lowered my head, swiping my tongue from clit to slit. Mercy moaned, grasping my hair again. Her musk was sweet like honey with just a hint of saltiness to it. Delicious. Grinning at her reaction, I lapped at her slit greedily, all the way to the pucker of her asshole. As I licked, Mercy squirmed so much she almost arched off the bed.
Holding her down, I buried my mouth in her wet, hot cunt before seeking out her engorged clit with the tip of my tongue. I pulled at it slightly with my teeth, teasing the line between pleasure and pain. With a keen, she tensed her thighs on either side of my face to keep me in place, not that I had any intention of stopping.
I devoured her hot pussy, working my fingers inside so that I could simultaneously eat her out while pumping in and out of her. Mercy outright mewled like a kitten, the sound turning me on even more.
I liked doing this to her. I was in absolute control. She didn’t owe anything to me, but in this moment I owned her body and owned my own lust. I wanted to see how many times I could possibly get her off without once giving in to my more selfish desires.
I reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing the nipple while I continued my onslaught on her pussy. Her channel squeezed around my tongue and her legs clamped around my neck, almost shutting off my air supply. And then she came with a scream.
That wasn’t enough to satisfy me. I swirled my tongue faster and delved my fingers deeper, seeking out the most sensitive spot inside her. Mercy’s legs shook as I propelled her straight into a second orgasm that had her shuddering.
Her head sagged back against the covers. As she panted there, I eased away for a moment. I licked the pussy juice off my lips before giving her a sly grin. “Enjoy yourself?”
“Fuck, yes,” she murmured, her eyes at half-mast. She started to sit up, her legs still splayed in front of me with my early dinner on display, and the bedroom door swung open.
“Rowan and Kaige are just finishing up the last installations downstairs, but I wanted to—”
Gideon glanced up from his damned tablet and stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening. He blinked rapidly, otherwise stock-still, his eyes darting as if he wasn’t sure where to look. It must have been pretty fucking obvious what we’d been doing.
“I—er—clearly you’re busy,” he said. “This can wait. Nothing urgent.”
He spun to leave, but I hadn’t missed the way his gaze had been drawn to Mercy’s partial nakedness, the heat that had flushed his cheeks—or the quick adjustment of the crotch of his khakis. My best friend could be so detached sometimes you’d mistake him for a robot, but there was no denying that right now he was turned on.
Mercy sat up, her T-shirt drifting down to partly cover her, but she didn’t look bothered that he’d seen her. If anything, her eyes had lit up too.
Then it hit me. She didn’t look concerned because he’d seen her before. I’d given Gideon my blessing to go after her, and sometime in the past couple of weeks he had.
Jealousy reared its ugly head inside me. I clamped down on it, resisting its ragged claws. I’d told Gideon it wouldn’t change our friendship if he pursued something with Mercy, and I wasn’t going to make myself a liar.
It hadn’t been so bad working with Kaige to get her off the other night. Why would it be horrible to see her with a guy I trusted even more?
I stood up as Gideon reached for the door, a renewed sense of authority rising inside me. “Who said you have to leave?”
Gideon glanced back at me, hesitant but not unwilling. I looked from him to Mercy, who arched an eyebrow at me, waiting to see what I’d do next. Oh, she was game, all right.
I focused on my best friend. “I think you liked what you just saw. You like her, don’t you?”
Gideon’s tongue skimmed over his lips, making the ring there quiver. He considered Mercy in a way that was weirdly analytical and lustful at the same time. Gideon was an intense guy, but I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen him quite this intent on anything. The observation only strengthened my resolve.
“She’s an impressive woman,” he said finally, as if we were talking about a new model of car, but the rasp in his voice hinted at much more emotion than his words.
“No denying that.” I dropped my gaze to Mercy and teased my fingers down the side of her face. “Why don’t you repay the favor I just did for you by passing it on to my best friend?”
I said it like a suggestion, but my tone made it a command. Mercy let out a little laugh, and I half expected her to tell me off for daring to give her an order like that.