by Dawn Ryder
“Nice…” he said as he reached out to cup her breasts. “So fucking … nice…”
Somehow, she’d never realized how much she liked having her breasts handled. Her eyes were slipping shut as pure bliss rolled through her.
“They taste good, too…” Mercer continued.
Zoe opened her eyes in time to see him targeting one of her nipples. He pushed her back, the bed rocking. He claimed the puckered point between his lips while capturing her wrist and stretching one of her arms above her head. Her other arm was useless because he was leaning over her and trapping it with his body.
That quickly, the power shifted between them. Her belly twisted with the knowledge and the feeling of being caught. She wiggled, unwilling to surrender. Mercer chuckled around her nipple. He raised his head, looking at her, showing her the smug, arrogant twist to his lips.
“Mine,” he said slowly, softly. “All mine now.”
It was a threat and a promise. One that made her shiver and lick her lips.
“It gives you a crazy kick … doesn’t it, Zoe?”
He kept her still when she wiggled, teasing her wet nipple with his index finger while watching her. “Knowing I have you … knowing I’m going to touch you … play with you … take you…”
He trailed his finger down her body. Her skin was ultra-sensitive, tightening as he drew his hand across her body and down to her belly. He teased the soft skin there, rubbing it in a slow circle while she listened to her breathing become rough.
So bluntly sexual.
Honestly, it should have offended her sensibilities or bruised her personal sense of independence, but all that mattered was being suspended in the moment, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her skin. Noticing the increased throbbing in her clit as he moved his hand lower, he caught the waistband of her pajama bottoms and dragged it down until he found her curls.
“Are you ready, Zoe?”
She arched. “Ready for more than teasing.”
“There’s my sassy bitch.” He toyed with her curls, sending tingles of enjoyment through her passage.
“I don’t think I’m done teasing you, though…” He pushed deeper, slipping into her folds. “You’re not wet enough … yet…”
There was a hard promise in his voice. One he made good on immediately. She purred when he touched her clit. Her nipples puckered tighter as he rubbed the little bundle of nerve endings. Her thighs had parted for him, shamelessly eager.
Mercer caught her with a kiss, taking her mouth with a demand that stole her breath. The dual stimulation jerked her out of reality completely, tossing her into a realm where she twisted and strained toward the building climax his fingers were driving her into. She wanted to hold back. He rubbed her clit fast and harder, pushing her toward the end without giving her the chance to shatter his control.
She felt the climax breaking through her as he held her down, rubbing her clit. It was like the snap of a whip, sharp and stinging. The pleasure raced along her spine, up to her brain, where it exploded, blinding her while she lifted her hips to gain that last bit of pressure against her clit.
He was still fully clothed.
That was the first thought that made it through the haze clouding her brain.
And it wasn’t right that he was so unaffected.
Not fucking right at all.
His grip had slackened, his guard lowered because he thought she was still dazed. She took advantage, twisting free and rolling over. His sweatpants pulled down easily, his cock springing free.
“My turn to drive you insane.”
She’d never meant a statement more. It was like a burning need actually. She clasped his cock, enjoying the feel of his skin against her palm. Hot. Smooth. The damn thing was gorgeous, hard with distended veins running its length. She stroked it as he settled back, threading his fingers through her hair.
“No.”
She looked up at him. He was propped up on a few pillows, one eyebrow raised. Zoe lifted herself up until she was on all fours and sat back on her haunches. His gaze slipped to her breasts, his lips thinning. She cupped them, rubbing her own nipples with her thumbs.
“You don’t get to touch right now, Mercer.” His attention rose to her face. “Only I do. Fair is fair.”
He scoffed at her, looking every inch the badass she’d thought him to be when she first saw him.
“Told you before, Zoe.” He had his fingers wrapped around her nape in a second, one of her breasts claimed by his free hand as he hovered over her lips. “I don’t play fair.”
“What makes you think I’m going to?”
She reclaimed his cock, stroking it from base to tip and teasing the slit on the top of it. A drop of fluid was already there, proving he was being pushed toward his limits, too.
“I’m going to suck you dry. Because I’m not a fucking baby doll.”
He chuckled, the sound dark and untamed. “Give it your best shot.”
He was cocky.
But she liked that trait of his personality.
Liked it way too much. Common sense had fallen victim to it completely, so there was only one thing left to do.
Make sure he suffered a similar fate.
She teased his length, stroking it, enjoying the feel of it in her hands before she leaned down and licked it. He groaned, the sound a soft boost to her confidence. It also whipped up the need to best him. She licked him again, this time trailing her tongue around the ridge of flesh that crowned his length.
“Fucking incredible…” He caught her head again.
“Hands off.” She sounded bitchy and wasn’t about to apologize for it. Mercer pressed his lips into a silent kiss before lifting his hand away.
“As the lady likes…”
“I’m not planning on being a lady.”
“I hope not.”
There was just enough yearning in his tone to satisfy her. She opened her mouth and sealed her lips around him, hollowing her cheeks as she cupped his balls.
He bucked beneath her.
“Oh … hell yeah…” he groaned.
She sucked harder, closing her fingers around his staff and pumping him as she used her tongue on the underside of his cock head. He was lifting his hips toward her now, thrusting up into her mouth as she worked her hands on the part of his cock that didn’t fit. He wasn’t content to sit back now, gripping her hair and holding her in place as he fucked her mouth.
But she didn’t let him take complete control. She sucked him, making sure he felt her lips driving him toward the edge of reason. His breath was ragged, his grip hard enough to pull her hair. He was arching, his body beginning to twist. She opened her jaw wider and gripped his balls.
“Shit!”
His voice was guttural and harsh.
And perfect, because he was tumbling over the edge. His cock pumped into her mouth, his cum wetting her tongue. She licked it away, sucking him hard until he finished.
“Now let’s fuck.”
There was a rawness to his words, a hard, blunt edge, which pleased something inside her. It was exactly what she craved.
He curled up off the bed, reaching over to open the side table drawer. There was a crinkle of foil before he was sheathing his cock. She tried to mount him but he shook his head.
“Not a chance, baby…” The bed rocked as he rose up and captured her hips. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream.”
He turned her around, maintaining his grip on her hips. His cock was still hard, slipping easily between the wet folds of her sex. He pulled her back as he thrust forward, impaling her with a harsh grunt.
“You’re going to take it, Zoe … Every last bit of it…”
He leaned over her back and pressed her shoulders down until she was on her elbows, completely caged by his body. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t pulled his length free. She felt stretched to her maximum, his cock almost too large.
“You’ve got a tight little pussy…”
He pulled free and pushed back i
n as he kept his lips next to her ear. “Makes me want to come again but that would be way too fast…”
“Um … hum…” It was more a whimper than an answer.
“Your turn to not move…” He caught her neck in a soft bite. The little nip sent a tingle of pleasure and pain down her spine. “Stay right … there.”
He straightened up, drawing a groan from her because it felt like he was being ripped away.
“Don’t worry, baby … I’m going to give you everything you need.”
He held her hips hard as he started to move. It wasn’t a fast-enough pace for the churning need inside her. She tried to push back into his thrusts, seeking more friction, but he held her ruthlessly in place.
“I’m doing the fucking, Zoe…” He plunged into her and held her there for a moment of pure agony. “And you’re going to take it.”
“Like hell I am.” She shoved back, sinking his cock back into her.
He delivered a light slap to her butt in retaliation.
She gasped, surprise making her mute. The sting from the blow rippled over her cheek and mixed with the pulsing in her clit. A low moan escaped her lips before she realized she was going to make any sound at all.
There was an answering chuckle from Mercer. “Like hell you will…”
He unleashed a series of slaps on her backside. making her butt sting and her insides twist with hunger. She was grinding her teeth, the need to come driving her insane.
“So when are you planning on getting to the fucking part?” she demanded. “Maybe you should reconsider letting me be in the driver’s seat since all you want to do is play.”
He lifted her off his cock and flipped her over. She landed on her back in the middle of the bed. He loomed over her, catching one of her legs and pushing it over his shoulder as he came down on top of her.
“Baby dolls are made to be played with, Zoe.”
She dug her fingernails into his shoulders in response, losing her train of thought when he sunk his cock back into her. Now that he was on top, his length was pressing against her clit. Two hard plunges and she was moaning. Another couple and she was straining up to meet him, her need a living, breathing thing inside her. It was so consuming, there wasn’t room for anything but the desire to lift up toward his next plunge.
“And you like the way I play with you, sweetheart.”
She was gasping, poised on the edge of another climax. This one was going to be deeper, harder. Her body was tightening with an unbearable tension. He was pushing her toward the boundary between pain and pleasure, the hard tempo of his hips making it impossible to avoid the next thrust.
And the next.
He was driving down into her, keeping her leg over his shoulder so she was spread wide for his use.
“Mercer … I’m … not sure…”
But her body was. She was lifting toward him, groaning as he hit some spot deep inside her that sent a new wave of sensation through her, white-hot and searing.
“Just let me make it happen, Zoe.”
His voice was nearly unrecognizable, harsh and savage. She opened her eyes, staring transfixed at the tightness of his features. Untamed was the only word that suited the moment. The bed was rocking at a crazy pace, their bodies straining toward each other while she heard the wet sounds of her flesh as he rode her. He was harder than she’d ever felt. Larger. Stretching her with every thrust.
She was being driven someplace she’d never gone, some dark, hidden depth of need. It was all bunched up inside her. He was pounding into it, breaking it apart as she lifted up to make sure he had all of her.
She cried out, the sound low and long. Grabbing at the bedding, she locked her free leg around him. Pleasure was burning her from the inside out, flashing like a grenade, but in slow motion so that she felt herself being ripped to shreds.
“Oh … yeah … shit … yeah…” He was growling out his words, hammering into her as his cock jerked and began to spurt. She hated the condom in that moment, detested the barrier between them. She could feel his member jerking as it emptied, detect the change in temperature as his cum filled the latex.
But it was a tiny frustration. Her entire body was glowing with satisfaction. Mercer rolled off her, releasing her leg as they both gasped. Sleep reclaimed her as she was still wrapped in the high and she went willingly.
Honestly, she’d didn’t have a scrap of strength left.
But she didn’t need it. Mercer pulled the bedding over them. She tried to fend off slumber’s hold for just a moment as she felt him pulling her into the curve of her body.
It felt so nice. So perfect. So much like something she needed even more than the physical release he’d just wrung out of her flesh.
There was some reason she needed to question it.
But there was no way she was going to find the strength to do it tonight.
So she didn’t.
Which felt just about as perfect as the man holding her.
CHAPTER FIVE
“Wait a minute…”
It was impossible to tell what time of day it was in the cabin, but the chill in the air suggested it was morning. Her question startled her bed partner. Mercer jerked awake, rolling off the side of the bed before he was completely sure what was happening. He looked around the room, cocking his head to the side as he listened. The pistol was back in his hand, his finger over the trigger.
“I just thought of something,” Zoe said.
Mercer rubbed a hand down his face before putting his gun back on the bedside table with a grunt. “You might consider giving me a little warning before you start in on me, Zoe.”
She shrugged. “I’m a morning person.”
He shot her an ominous look. She shrugged again in response.
“That intel you keep talking about, does it include the location where my brother and dad are at the moment?”
“I can’t tell you that, Zoe.” Mercer sat back down and punched the pillows up before laying his head back.
“Okay, but you know. So ask yourself this. If the intel includes their current location, wouldn’t that be mega stupid? I mean, money isn’t much good to a dead man. And if any of your teammates makes even the slightest reference to me not caring if my family comes home alive … there will be violence.”
Mercer contemplated her for a long moment. It was a tad too long because it gave her time to realize he was wearing nothing but skin.
Oh man, did he look good in it, too.
He caught her watching him. His eyes narrowed in a purely sexual way, transforming his face into something sensual. “We need to have more sex.”
Her mouth went dry. “Ah … why?”
He rolled onto his side and settled his elbow against the mattress so he could prop his head into his hand. “Because your thinking clears up when the sexual tension is relieved.”
She swung a pillow at him, hitting him square in the face with a soft sound. She enjoyed a split second of satisfaction before Mercer surged toward her and pinned her to the bed. He was hot and hard and too damn strong. He settled just enough of his weight on her to keep her beneath him as he stretched her arms out above her head while holding her wrists.
“That was a sucky thing to say,” she informed him.
He only looked mildly amused by her complaint.
“I’m not a piece of ass,” she insisted.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss against her mouth. She turned her head away with a hiss, trying to dredge up some determination to resist him. Or—more to the point—his effect on her.
“You’re a great piece of ass, Zoe.”
She snapped her attention back to him, shooting him a killing glare.
“You’re sexy, baby.” His voice had roughened. Maybe his words were less than smooth, but something about his tone hinted at emotional involvement.
“Confident,” he continued.
“Get off me, Mercer.”
He slowly shook his head. “You like me right … here.” He rubbed hi
s bare chest against her breasts, holding his weight off her so that she was left with nothing but the pure bliss of having his skin in contact with hers.
“I’m sore.” Her cheeks heated as she admitted it. His lips twitched, rising into a grin that made her want to head-butt him.
“Yeah, I’m feeling it, too.” He rolled off her and onto his feet again, giving her a superb view of his ass cheeks.
“Working out with you sure beats squats in the gym.”
She chucked the pillow at him, half falling out of the bed when he moved out of range. He disappeared into the outer room, where his jeans were draped over the back of the sofa that he’d started the night out on. The door swung shut and she gave in to the urge to stick her tongue out at him.
It didn’t give her much satisfaction.
She ended up rolling out of the tangle of bedding. The air was crisp, driving her back into her clothing before she turned around and righted the bed. The foil packet was lying on the floor. She started to bend down to scoop it up but got distracted by the partially open side table drawer.
She tugged it open farther, staring at the contents. There was the box of condoms, the top ripped off to allow for easy access. But that wasn’t the end of the contents.
Not by far.
There were bottles of lubricants, tubes of KY jelly, and lots of toys. Dildos, rabbit vibrators, anal plugs, in different sizes and colors. All of them still in their packaging. Batteries were stocked in one corner, along with a selection of restraints, gags, and whips.
Roni would have called it a pleasure chest.
“Something get your attention, Zoe?”
Mercer was in the doorway, watching her from behind what she’d learned was his guarded expression. She offered him a lifted eyebrow.
“Why is this place outfitted with sex toys?”
Mercer didn’t want to answer her. His lips were pressed into a hard line.
“Why don’t you want to tell me?”
He ended up pegging her with a hard look. “Sure you want to know? The answer isn’t pretty.”
He walked into the room. It felt like there was a change in the temperature. Her awareness of him increased. She bit her lip and tightened her mental grip.