Mercer: Prophets MC

by Laura Day

  She shook her head lightly before answering, “That’s the problem, Will.” She sounded desperate, confused. “I want this. I want this more than anything. But I don’t want you to fuck me. I want you to make love to me.”

  Kylie said the magic words. I wasted no time, bringing her to me for a full, deep kiss. Our hands searched for one another as they gripped at the other’s bodies. Her hands wrapped around my back and landed on my shoulders. Mine doubled at the small of her back, pulling our hips together as I stood.

  I pulled back, gasping for air. I walked first to the lights, turning them all the way off, darkening the room. Then, I moved to the window, opening the shade and revealing the Las Vegas skyline from the fortieth floor. Little red, orange, and blue lights twinkled in the distance. And our room was illuminated by the soft glow at the world below. It could be a million miles away at this moment. In this room and space, the only people that existed were Kylie and me.

  I removed my shirt slowly, taking my time with each button before unhooking my belt and black slacks. She followed my lead, pulling the black dress over her head. We studied each other. Her thin frame wasn’t as curvy as other girls I had had. But her skin glowed and her hair created a halo around her. She was my Venus in a shell as her hands and arms clutched around the places I knew she was self conscious of and her leg curved to hide her sex from my sight.

  I made a long walk around her before facing her up close. One of my hands reached behind her to remove her black strapless bra. Then, I moved to her black thong panties, squatting down to remove them. I avoided touching her skin, not ready to do more than just look at her.

  Kylie was breathing heavily, anticipating what I was about to do with her. Last time I was with her, I experimented with her, taking her to new levels she wasn’t even sure she could go. She had to be wondering what I was doing and why I was avoiding her after she had asked me to make love to her. I stood before her, naked as she was, and pressed two fingers against her neck, then moved downwards towards her collarbone and arms and then making a loop back up towards her chest. The fingers circled her breast and tapped her nipple before going down farther south to her taut stomach and her clean-shaven pussy.

  When I reached her folds, I stopped and placed my fingers at her lips. They parted for me, taking my fingers in, licking at them without even being commanded. When they were nice and lubricated, I came closer, my leg parting her pair. It gave me just enough room to replace my fingers where they had landed on her sex to begin penetrating her centimeter by centimeter. My thumb pressed up against the top, almost instantly finding her clit as it rolled under me.

  Her head tilted back, giving me an exposed track of her neck to kiss gingerly. Her soft moans vibrated against my mouth, practically begging me to go in farther. But I wanted to take my time, to feel her from a new point of view. She was wet and getting wetter and soft in all the right places. Her tender skin molded against my fingers as I sped up just a bit.

  As she began to cry out, I stopped. I didn’t want her there yet. I wanted to cum with her this time – together. I moved her to the bed, watching her fall back on the mattress before crawling backwards towards the pillows. I followed her, stalking her every move from above, my arms hovering just above and beside her body. When she found her space, she reached for my hand with the fingers that had just been inside and placed the two fingers in her mouth. I could feel her tongue swirl and suck. She was tasting herself for the first time and enjoying every surprised look I was giving her.

  I laid down upon her, kissing her ears, the space behind them, the back of her head covered in hair, the space between her armpit and her chest. I wanted to know every part of her that I may have missed before. This was my chance to take my time, to explore it all.

  And as I placed my lips against her clit, I knew I had found my destination. She let out a cry somewhere between a laugh and a sob as I flicked my tongue inside her. I repeated it as she hissed. Then again, this time not stopping for her. I pulled her legs farther apart, pushing her knees up for her to hold as I inhaled her with each new taste. Her hips lifted to me, her hands grabbing at my hair as she commanded me to go deeper, to linger longer in her beautiful, warm pussy.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I placed her legs down before coming back up to her, diving in for another kiss. She received it, pushing back with her own tongue in my mouth wrestling for a spot. As we embraced, I lowered myself into her waiting slit. My mouth had warmed her up, had made her almost too wet. I fit in easily as I began to slowly thrust out towards her hips. She pulled away from my mouth, her head falling into the pillows as her hands grabbed onto the fold of the comforter. I could feel the material move out from under me as she struggled to gain a balance.

  One by one, I pushed into her; each time I did, it was held longer, the stroke deeper, my pull out slower. I wanted her to see what sex could feel like when it wasn’t done in front of a camera and crew. I wanted her to know what it was like to be enjoyed, to feel real, unscripted pleasure. I wanted her to take my cock as deep as she could go.

  I lifted myself to kneeling, bringing her hips up with me. She rose onto her elbows giving me the ability to reach for her breast with my mouth. I licked her pale pink nipple, gently following the pattern of my strokes. Everything was aligning like the lights reflecting on the penthouse suite’s floors.

  She wanted me to speed up. I could feel that. She was trying to make my hips move with hers, which were frantic, spinning without control on my cock. I pressed my hand on her stomach, causing her eyes to flutter open and focus on me. I pulled her up closer to me and then moved her up against the white leather headboard. She was pinned in place, unable to move from under me. I gave her one long, deep thrust as she cried out. I growled back at her, “Say you're mine.”

  “What?” she asked in between thrusts.

  “Say you’re mine.” I wanted to hear it more than anything in this world. I needed to know she would never take a man’s cock like she was taking mine. She had to give me this promise right here and right now.

  “Wilder, I—" There was hesitation there.

  I responded by pounding her harder, by pushing up into her deeper as her back crushed against the board. The bed rattled violently. “You’re mine, Kylie. You’re mine.” I gave her two long thrusts as she called out my name in the dark. It was unlike anything I had ever heard. She was calling out to me as I began to speed up while still going as deep as possible, my entire length engulfed in her. “Fuck! Say it!” I screamed back.

  I released her, flipping her to her hands and knees. She scurried her hands up the headboard, finding the top and holding on as I entered her from behind without any warning. I placed my hands around the tops of her shoulders as I pumped into her as fast as I could. Her hips bounced up and down, struggling to keep up with my speed. Her hands slipped off as she fell back into my own chest. I held her in place by her breasts, massaging them, twisting at the nipple. My cock continued to plow into her like a machine. I was determined.

  Her arm draped around my neck as I watched her mouth open. It took a few breaths before she shouted out, “I’m yours! I’m yours! Fuck! I’m yours!” She collapsed onto me in a fit of passion as I wrapped my arms around her. Together, we came fast and hard like two fireworks in the dark sky. Our bodies lingered there, hers rest on my legs and my arms holding her in place. Neither of us dared to move too soon to ruin the one perfect moment where we were completely and totally in synch together.

  After a long while, I placed her gently down in the bed, covering her in the comforter. Her eyes stared up at me, the flickers dimming as her eyelids grew heavy. She snuggled herself into a small ball as I walked to the other side of the bed and wrapped my body around hers, spooning her closer to me.

  Moments passed. Minutes flew by. I waited for when I knew she was asleep to push back the hair from around her ear and to whisper what I wanted to say to her all night. “I don’t know why. I don’t know how. But I think I’m falling for you.
”

  My confession made, I breathed in, taking one final scent of her for my memories as I pulled back towards the pillows. It wouldn’t be long until the sun rose. And for the first time in a very long time, I was looking forward to a new day.

  Chapter 19: Stolen Memories

  The sun streamed in, baking my skin not covered under the light comforter. I didn’t want to move, but I knew that was my cue to at least start moving. I wiggled my toes and lifted my arms above my head, avoiding hitting Wilder who is snuggled closely against my chest.

  He was warm, almost too warm. His blood ran hot, that was for sure. I took a long hard look at him, his face pressed closely against my neck and hair. His eyes were closed tight as if they were forced shut. Little wrinkles and creases painted a picture against his skin. His dark features – the brown messy hair, the tan skin, his red lips – were a total contrast to mine. We were yin and yang, embraced together but so far apart.

  I turned a bit, enough to kiss him gently on the lips. To my surprise, he didn’t stir. I knew he was up late last night, far longer than I was. I knew because I heard him as he whispered into my ears about how he was falling for me. My heart leapt to my throat, my mind refused to stay quiet. He was feeling what I was feeling. We were on the same page regardless if we could admit to it or not.

  I slept with a smile on my face, dreaming of a world where it would be possible for us to be together. Perhaps it could be a reality. Our broken families could reunite around us. Maybe our feelings for one another could overcome it if our parents refused to see it. Weren’t we enough? Weren’t our feelings enough?

  I wanted to study the future, to find a solution to our problems, but the present was calling me. I had a lecture in a few hours, and I knew I couldn’t get out of that. Luckily, it was a European history course where the professor could not care less if you slept the entire class as long as you showed up. I could ponder all of my life questions then as I looked at charts on European reformation.

  I pulled back a bit, getting one small glance at his perfect body – the gentle curves of his muscular arms, the lines on his lower stomach, the path of small brown hair from his bellybutton to his cock. I’d take him again, if I could. Right here, right now. I’d go for a repeat of last night with him dominating me slowly. In those moments where he pushed into me with such gentle power, I felt more like a woman than I had ever before. I wanted that again.

  I rolled over slightly, finding the edge of the large bed and placed my feet on the warm wood floor. They creaked slightly as I stood on my tiptoes and headed towards the bathroom. Once I was refreshed and presentable, I found my purse and grabbed my phone. I didn’t have time to wake him, so I found the one little notebook page from the cleaning service and scribbled down a few words so he knew where I had gone:

  Will –

  If I could do that again every night, I would. What you did to me and did for me was completely and totally amazing. But I’ve got class, and you’ve got work. I’ll see you later this evening for our shoot. I’m leaving behind a trinket of mine just in case you get lonely without me.

  Always yours,

  Kylie

  I placed down the pen and ran towards the pile of clothes. Picking out my black thong, I set the panties and my note on my spot in the bed where I had just laid. I then grabbed my heels and silently sneak out the door and into the private elevator wing. I listened for any signs of stirring, not sure if I wanted him to wake and notice I’m gone or not. Why ruin perfection? We could do it all over again on set later tonight.

  The elevator doors opened and I was back out in the Nevada sunshine. It was blistering for a late fall day, but I didn’t mind. A little sun felt good, refreshing even. I rolled down the windows as the taxi driver blasted some happy pop song about love in the wrong places.

  To my surprise, Lana was awake, as well. She was frantically looking through my things as I strolled through the doors. I watched her turn horrified towards me, “Kylie! Where the fuck were you? I haven’t seen you in days and you weren’t answering your cellphone.”

  My butterflies stopped their flutter as the air was sucked out of me. I knew Lana was justified in her anger. I had never been gone for more than a few hours at a time. I was always here waiting for her. Any change in that schedule without warning was bound to freak her out. “Oh Lana! I’m so sorry! I should have texted you, but it was a change in plans. I had a date with Wilder last night, and I decided to spend the night with him. I put my phone on silent so I didn’t even check it until this morning. I’m so sorry.”

  I couldn’t get my apologies out fast enough for her. She was enraged, “You should be sorry, Kylie! I didn’t know what to do when you didn’t answer my texts. I called everyone, even your mom. No one knew where you were.”

  I walked towards her, a ball of emotion exploding in me. I reached out my arms and brought her in for a long, tired hug. I was so overwhelmed she even noticed I was gone. After being her roommate for the last few years, I thought she didn’t care past wanting to give me some life advice and changing everything about me. But she had become a friend in the process. She actually cared about me, the real me. I shook a bit as I thanked her.

  When I pulled back, she looked at me, studying my mess of hair, my smeared makeup, the wrinkled dress. “So, by spend the night, you mean spend the night?” I nodded my head with a small, mischievous grin. “Kylie, Kylie…I didn’t think you had that in you. Whoever this guy is, he must be totally worth it to bed you on a school night, no less.”

  “Who said I had sex with him?”

  She laughed, letting go of my arms and turning back towards her bed. “It’s my super power. I can smell the sex on you and your hair looks like someone has been grabbing at it all night. Now, I would have told you to wear a tighter dress than that, but by how wrinkled and dirty it is, I don’t think you wore it for that long.”

  I burst out in giggles, as I walked to my closet. I tossed the dress over my head and changed my underwear. I’d normally grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, but I was feeling transformed. Instead, I pulled out a white sundress with a cutout back and a pair of red slingback heels. As I was putting on my makeup, I turned my attention back to Lana who was eating her breakfast out of a green plastic bowl, “So, who else did you call when you couldn’t find me?”

  “I tried everyone in our study group from that project first. I knew they had your number so at least they could bombard your phone. Then, I went through your things and found a phone number for your dad and left him a message. I know he’s your stepdad, but I didn’t think it would hurt to try. I called your mom last, though. I didn’t want to worry her. I know you said she has a lot on her plate with the medical issues.”

  I groaned to myself. Lana had done a great and wonderful thing for me, but I couldn’t help at think of what my parents were going to think. My stepdad, Wilder’s dad, hadn’t seen or heard from me in years since the divorce. When my parents separated, he refused to pay the alimony promised in their prenup, and my mom slowly went bankrupt. We lost the house, the car, my private school tuition. When I moved out to go to college, she went mad, her health declining with her mental state. Almost every week was another phone call for more money for meds or treatments. Every dime I made, outside what I owed Daniel and for this year’s tuition, went towards keeping her sane.

  Now that Lana had involved her, I would have to reach out. I concocted a story about spending the night at a friend’s place and my phone not having reception. It sounded totally plausible, at least for my mom. I grabbed my backpack and headed towards class, dialing her number during the long walk to the lecture hall.

  “Kylie! Oh my goodness, Kylie! Is this really you?”

  “Mom, don’t be overdramatic. It’s me. I’m fine. I’m safe. Lana just overreacted.”

  Her voice sounded as if she had been crying for hours, “I was so worried about you. I don’t know what I would have done if you were in trouble, or worse!”

  “Seriously,
Mom, I’m okay. I just spent the night at a friend’s place. I lost reception, though. That’s why I couldn’t text Lana or answer her phone calls. It’s not a big deal. I wasn't in any kind of danger.”

  “A friend? What friend? You never talk about anyone but Lana. Unless it was that Wilder guy you were talking about a few weeks ago.”

  I paused, not sure if I should proceed. Red danger lights were going off in front of me.

  She could sense my unease, knowing that she landed on it. “Kylie, you have to be smarter that that. You have your whole future ahead of you. You don’t wanna ruin it by getting in bed with someone like that.”

  “Mom, it’s not like that.”

  She cut me off, not allowing me to defend him. “Kylie, I know I asked you last time, but I need you to answer me again. Is this Wilder guy, is he or is he not your stepbrother?”

  “Mom…come on. You know—"