My hand hovered over the open box. I had no right to be curious, yet I was. I glanced over my shoulder to make sure Mercy hadn’t followed before picking up the box and peering inside. It looked mostly full. Knowing condoms had a shelf life of three to five years, I checked the expiration date. They expired in two years, which meant it had probably been a while since she’d had sex. I’d expected as much, but seeing the proof in black and white drove home another reason why I couldn’t fuck her.
Not yet.
Finding the ibuprofen bottle, I shook 800 milligrams into my hand, then took it to Mercy. Watching me, she picked up her water bottle from the coffee table and swallowed them back.
“Thank you.”
I nodded. “No problem. You hungry yet? Want me to warm you up some food?”
She chewed on her lip and set the water bottle down, her gaze following me as I leaned against the wall, putting as much space between us as her small living room would allow.
“Are you just going to avoid me now?”
“I’m not avoiding you,” I lied.
“You are. You were practically sucking my face off before the food came, and now you’re dancing around me. It’s amusing to watch, but I’m wondering why. What’s going on in that pretty little brain of yours?”
“Pretty, huh?”
She grinned. “Stunning, really. You should be a brain model or something.”
Chuckling, I shook my head and replied, “I owe you an apology, Mercy. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Her brow furrowed. “Why not?”
“Because you have a concussion.”
“Is it contagious? Are you afraid of catching it?”
She knew damn well it wasn’t contagious. “No, but I like you. A lot. And I don’t want to fuck up this thing between us.”
“So, don’t.”
“Which is why we’re waiting. Maybe we’ll see how you feel about it in the morning.”
She cocked her head to the side in an are-you-shitting-me look. “You said I should limit television time. I’ve already showered and we’re in for the night, so what else are we going to do?”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “You want to have sex because you’re bored?”
“Whoa, who said anything about sex? It was just a kiss, Landon. But if that’s an offer, sure. I’ll take you up on it.”
Regardless of her concussion, Mercy’s memory was fine. I couldn’t believe she’d thrown that line back at me. “Are you fucking with me?”
She shrugged. “Would you like me to?”
I laughed. I couldn’t help myself. She was so damn funny and ridiculous, and I’d never had such a strange conversation about sex before. Scratch that, I’d never had any conversation about sex. It wasn’t something I talked about. Normally, I just went for it. I could not figure the woman out.
“Are you sure you don’t have a split personality or something?” I asked.
“Why would you say that?”
“A half-hour ago, you were scampering down the hall like a scared little mouse trying to get away from the big scary cat.”
Her eyes sparkled with humor. “And you think you’re the big scary cat, do ya?”
“If not, then why did you run away?”
She straightened. Smoothing down the front of her pajama top while the slightest pink colored her cheeks. “I had business to take care of.”
“What does that mean?”
“If you must know, it’s been a while since I had sex. Thought I’d do a bit of landscaping.”
I stared at her.
“It means I shaved, Landon.”
“I know that. I’m just trying not to imagine you in the shower and it’s really hard right now.”
She arched an eyebrow at me. “How hard are we talking about here? Hard like it could easily break the crust of a warm apple pie? Or hard like if I had a picture to hang you could use it to pound the nail for me?”
I stared at her for a moment before throwing my head back in laughter. “I think that concussion made you funnier.”
“Well, it sure as heck didn’t make me breakable. Come sit by me.” She patted the seat.
It wasn’t so much an invitation as it was a dare, and damn if I didn’t want to take her up on it, but I held my ground. “I’m not going to take advantage of you while you’re hurt.”
She stared at me for a beat, and then laughed.
“What?”
“I was the one unbuttoning your pants. Do you really think you were taking advantage of me? Landon, I’m not drunk. I knew what I was doing.” Her gaze drifted down my body, landing on the front of my jeans. Eyes widening, she said, “It kind of looks like you’re ready to pick up where we left off, too.”
This was a side of her I hadn’t seen yet. Sure, she was responsive when I kissed her, but I never expected her to initiate anything. She stood and approached me.
Hips swaying, nipples poking out of her shirt, breasts bouncing, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Needing her to stop moving and looking at me like I was a treat unless she wanted me to attack her, I replied, “I thought you said you don’t do casual. Sex or conversation.”
I’d expected that to hit a nerve, but she kept coming until our bodies were inches apart. I could feel her heat and smell her hair.
“Our conversations haven’t been casual, and you’ve done all right. There’s more than attraction between us, Landon, and I think you’re ready to handle some non-casual sex.”
“But your head—”
“Is fine. What I really need is a distraction from this day. Would you like to distract me?” She laced a leg through mine.
“I’m only here until the end of January,” I reminded her in a last-ditch effort to do the right thing.
“Turns out that staring down the barrel of a gun really puts things into perspective. A month is better than no time at all.” She tugged her pajama shirt over her head and tossed it on the sofa.
Shocked, my gaze went straight to the swell of her tits. They were perfect, round, large, her nipples dark pink and puckered, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands and mouth on them. “You are beautiful,” I breathed.
I had more to say on the matter, but she leaned into me and her lips landed on mine, stealing my breath away. As our tongues danced, she tugged up the hem of my shirt, breaking contact long enough to pull it over my head before our mouths crashed together again.
My hands were large, but the soft flesh of her breasts overfilled them as her nipples pebbled against my palms. I kneaded and played with her mounds, and her hands continued their interrupted exploration of my upper body. I dropped my hands to her ass and picked her up.
Mercy let out a gasp of surprise, and then her lips smiled against mine as she wrapped her legs around my waist. With the heat of her core against my pelvis, I grew so damn hard for her my cock ached. Keeping one hand on her ass, I adjusted myself before rounding the sofa and making my way down the hall to her room.
Gently lowering her to the bed, I stood back and checked her out. Wet blonde hair splayed across her pillow, lips moist and swollen, she watched me through hooded eyes as I let my gaze drift down her body, taking her all in. Her now dark nipples begged for my attention, and I couldn’t resist them. Climbing over her, I wrapped my tongue around one nipple while giving the other a little pinch.
Her back arched, responding to my touch. Encouraged, I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. Every time my teeth grazed it, she whimpered. After I made sure each nipple had equal treatment, I kissed my way down her stomach to the top of her pants.
Mercy wasn’t skinny. She wasn’t fat, either. She was perfectly round and soft in all the places a woman should be, making me want to bury my face in every inch of her flesh. I slowly slid her pajama pants down, pleased to find that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her arousal smelled sweet and inviting as I slid her pants past her ankles and looked her over.
She had shaved. A perfectly gr
oomed little landing strip welcomed me. Her lips were swollen and wet with her juices, making my mouth water. Desperate to see if she tasted as good as she smelled, I didn’t fuck around with teasing her.
My mouth landed on her core, and Mercy about jumped off the bed. Chuckling, I grabbed her thighs and held her still while I licked and sucked at her sensitive nub.
“Ohmigod,” she breathed, grabbing the back of my head.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Yes. More.”
All too willing to oblige, I licked her from entrance to clit, before sucking her bundle of nerves into my mouth and sliding a finger inside her. Her channel squeezed around me, and I almost came right there and then, loving that I could bring her so much pleasure. I added a second finger, stretching her out for me, and continued to assault her clit with my tongue. She writhed beneath my attack, her breasts bouncing with every arch and release of her back.
Snaking a hand up her stomach, I tweaked one of her nipples and sent her over the edge.
“Oh. Landon!” she cried out.
Hearing my name pour off her lips as she came was erotic music to my ears. I licked her clean, savoring every ounce of her sweetness, and then stood. Grabbing the condom out of my wallet, I dropped my pants and boxers and stepped out of them.
Mercy’s eyes widened as she took in my achingly hard cock, doing wonders for my ego. She watched as I rolled the condom over my shaft, stroking myself a few more times than necessary.
“You like that?” I asked.
She nodded, the rest of her body still unmoving.
I kept stroking my cock. “I was thinking about having you ride me, so I could watch those big, gorgeous tits of yours bounce, but that kind of movement isn’t good for your head. I was also thinking about taking you from behind, so I could grab ahold of that nice ass of yours as I pound into you, but I want to watch your face as you come again. God, you look so fucking sexy when you come.”
She chewed on her lip.
“So, I think I’m going to fuck you like this. I want you to tell me if your head hurts, okay?”
“I’m fine, Landon.”
“Just promise me you’ll let me know if that changes.”
She smiled. “All right. I promise.”
Good, because I didn’t know how much longer I could hold off. I needed to be inside of her, claiming her, marking her as my own. Positioning myself over her body, I watched Mercy’s face as I lined myself up at her entrance. Heat and moisture pooled from her channel, welcoming my cock as I slowly slid it in. Her gaze dropped down to where our bodies met, and she watched as I inched my way in, pausing every now and then to pull out and begin the process over. She was tight as hell and I didn’t want to hurt her, so I took my time, fighting for control of myself.
She felt so damn good.
Tight and hot, she clenched around my cock, and I froze, scared I’d shoot my load if I moved. Hissing out a breath, I struggled to get myself under control before going deeper.
“You okay?” I asked, watching her for cues that she was in pain.
“I feel so full,” Mercy replied.
Yep, she was excellent for my ego. Smiling, I pushed further inside, until my balls brushed against her ass. “You feel amazing.”
Pushing myself up on my arms, I was able to get even further inside her. I’d been with my share of women, but none of them had felt like this. I was so damn deep, and Mercy’s pussy felt like it had been made for me. The angle was perfect, the fit, incredible. After once again pausing to regain control, I started to move.
I tried to be gentle, but Mercy had other plans. After a few slow strokes, she slapped my ass. “Faster,” she said. “Oh, god, you feel so good.”
“Did you just slap my ass?” I asked, amused.
“Yes. Now do your job or I’ll do it again. I want another orgasm. I need to see if this one feels different than the one you gave me with your tongue.”
Chuckling, I pulled out slowly, and drove back into her. “You’re supposed to enjoy it. Let it last.”
“Forget that,” she said, squeezing my cock inside her.
Fighting the urge to come, I sucked down a deep breath and picked up the pace, so she wouldn’t feel the need to milk me with her pussy again. I wouldn’t last if she did. I was already holding on by a thread. Shifting my weight to one arm, I freed up a hand to play with her clit.
“Ohmigod,” Mercy said. “Yes. Do that. Keep doing that.”
Watching her writhe and buck beneath me was every bit as big of a turn on as being inside her, and I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. “Come for me, Mercy,” I commanded, giving her another hard thrust.
Throwing back her head, she let herself go.
Liquid heat wrapped around my cock and took me over the edge with her. With two more hard thrusts and a shout, I filled the condom and drained myself. My head dropped to her chest, and I swore, still trying to keep most of my weight off her.
“Indeed,” Mercy agreed. “I think I get what the big deal is now.”
“What?” I asked, pulling out of her and standing to get rid of the condom.
“The big deal with sex. I think I get it now.”
Definitely good for my ego. I disposed of the condom and then crawled in bed with her. Tugging her against my side, careful not to bump the injured side of her head, I wrapped myself around her. “Get some sleep,” I told her.
“I thought I wasn’t supposed to sleep with a concussion.”
“I’ll wake you up every couple of hours.”
“Promise?” she asked.
“Yeah, babe. I got you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Babe, huh?” she asked.
I patted her bare ass. “Yep. Just go with it. Let it happen.”
She giggled.
Seconds later, her breathing evened out and her body relaxed against me. I set my watch alarm, just in case I drifted off, but every time I closed my eyes. I saw Mercy lying on the floor of the preschool.
Thirty-eight days, then I’d be gone.
I couldn’t help but worry about who’d protect her after I left.
Chapter 12
Mercy
Landon and I had gone to bed early, skipping dinner for sex, so the first time he woke me up it was around seven. He tugged on my shoulders and asked me my name, where I was, and the name of the current US president. I’ve never been much of a morning person, so I told him he and the president could get bent, but to leave me out of it. He laughed and let me roll over and go back to sleep.
After that experience, he found more creative ways to wake me up. The second time, around nine thirty, his lips were locked around one of my nipples and his fingers were massaging my clit when I opened my eyes. He fired off the same annoying questions while working me up into another orgasm, and this time my answers were slightly less hostile and a lot breathier. Then I watched as he jerked himself off and came all over my boobs. Him painting my chest in his cum felt possessive, like he was marking his territory. I probably should have been offended by that, but the act was surprisingly hot.
When he was done, he cleaned me up with a warm wash cloth and drew me back into his arms. Landon was a snuggler. I never would have seen that coming, but it was a nice surprise. He loved to spoon, pushing my hair out of his way so he could rest his nose up against the back of my neck. I’d never had a guy do that before, and it was kind of charming and sweet.
His third attack came around midnight. Hunger and the distinct smell of Chinese food drove me from my bed. Throwing on a nightshirt, I emerged to find Landon, wearing nothing but jeans riding low on his hips, laying out a reheated feast on my kitchen counter.
He flashed me a smile over his shoulder. “Hungry?”
My stomach growled. “Starved.”
His smile widened as he handed me a plate and got out of my way. I turned on the movie we’d started watching earlier and we ate in the living room.
“How does your head feel?” Landon as
ked when we finished.
I fingered the bump. “Better. It’s still tender, but my headache is mostly gone.”
He got me more ibuprofen anyway, and then we stretched out with him lying behind me and finished the movie while we fooled around. By the time it was over, we were both worked up, and his erection was pressing into my back.
Landon ran kisses up my neck and over my ear before asking, “Mind if I bend you over the arm of the couch and take you from behind?” He rubbed down my backside and cupped one of the cheeks of my ass. “I want to grab your hips and watch this fine ass as I pound into you.”
Since that sounded like a marvelous plan to me, I agreed, and Landon had us both naked and bent over the sofa in no time. I was wet and ready for him and he wasted no time sheathing his cock and sliding it into me. He got even deeper in this position, using my hips to angle me where he wanted.
Once again, I was amazed at how different sex felt with him. Not only did he fill me up completely, but he hit places that made my body tingle and my ears ring. If I had known sex could feel this good, I would have spent a lot more time and effort looking for a man. Something told me that this pleasure was specific to Landon, no doubt having everything to do with not only the way our bodies fit together, but also the way he paid attention to my cues. He was a generous and attentive lover.
By the time morning rolled around and we woke up for the day, my body was sore in all the right places, my head felt much better, and I was surprisingly refreshed for someone whose sleep had been interrupted all night. Of course, that could have had something to do with waking up entangled in Landon’s arms.
“How’s your head?” he asked, nuzzling my neck.
“Is that your favorite question?” I asked.
He trailed a finger down the side of my face. “Last night was nice. I gotta take care of you and make sure your brain doesn’t explode so we can do it again.”
I laughed. “Gee, thanks.” Although, last night was phenomenal.
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