“Be a good girl, or I’ll keep going.”
“You better pray you never sleep!”
My palm rests on her ass, and I laugh again. “I could sleep with you under me...naked.” My hand spans enough to barely caress her between her thighs. Her folds are probably swollen and red, begging to be fucked. God how I’d love to see them right now and lick her clean.
“Let me up.”
I spank her ass again, and her breathing becomes labored, morphing into more of a pant. She’s turned on—she likes it as much as I do.
“Say please.”
“Please, fuck off.”
“You won’t get rid of me that easily. Now, you gonna play nice, or should I keep spanking you?”
“I don’t play nice,” she admits and wiggles her hips.
“I know; that’s why I can’t get enough of you. Tell me Chevelle, are you wet right now?”
“Shut up.”
My palm smacks down as I deliver another spanking, “You were doing well for a minute.”
She takes a deep breath, exhaling, and she mumbles, “Will you please get off of me?”
Bending back over, my tongue trails along her lobe, my excited breath warming her ear as I demand, “Tell me if you’re wet.”
I wait with bated breath, not expecting her to answer honestly. I’m surprised she hasn’t bucked me off by now.
“Soaked.”
“Your panties or pussy?”
“Both.”
“You’ve made me a happy man,” I confess, rubbing my nose against her gently one last time before climbing to my feet. I head straight to the bathroom to take care of my hard on. My dick’s so stiff right now if I don’t get some type of relief I’ll puke later from the serious case of blue balls. I’ve never needed to feel a woman wrapped around my shaft so badly before in my life.
He storms to the bathroom, and I couldn’t be more thankful for the small reprieve. My cheeks are flushed and burning from admitting the truth to him. I’m mortified over what just happened—that I let him gain the upper hand—and the fact that I enjoyed every second of it.
He’s infuriating, always arguing with everything I have to say and being so damn good-looking while doing it. I was ready to hand him an ass kicking, and then his hand just shot out of nowhere catching me by surprise. I’m going to have to store that move. Not that I’m big enough to use it myself, but I’ll be damned if another man gets the jump on me like that again.
Climbing to my feet, I step to the window he was busily peering out of before I tried to pick a fight with him. I’m not used to having anyone in this space, especially at nighttime. If I want to sleep with a man, I go elsewhere—never in my home.
Mercenary just strolls in and takes over everything like he owns the place. How can he be so blasé about sticking around here so much? People have come and gone throughout my life. I learned at a young age to not expect them to stick around and having him here like this feels as if it’s crossing a barrier or something. I know it’s for my protection, even if I don’t want to admit out loud that I need it. It’s all nerve-wracking. I’m used to taking care of myself.
I blink and register the figure across the street propped up against the light post. Shit. I wonder if Mercenary saw him too.
With a few quick hops, I bang on the bathroom door and receive a grunt in response.
“Cupcake?”
“In a minute,” he grumbles.
“There’s someone outside.”
“Fuck!” He swears and follows it up with a groan. I hear the sink turn on and jump back. I don’t want him to think I was standing here listening to him do whatever he was doing. Although I have a good guess he was in there stroking his cock. I wonder if he’s hung long and hard or if he’s more blunt and wide?
Damn it. He has my mind constantly in the freaking gutter around him. He’s pure sex on two legs, and I can’t seem to help myself when I’m in his presence. It’s already bad enough I needed to put on a new pair of underwear and got zero relief from him taunting my pussy earlier.