Cry Mercy (Blood Legion MC Book 1)

by Rie Warren

  He pulled out a pouch of tobacco and papers, quickly rolling a cig.

  I joined him, lighting a smoke. “Well? Any advice?”

  “You got it bad, and better you than me.”

  I squinted at him. “Great. Thanks. Dear Abby you are not.”

  “Don’t get tangled with the ladies, that’s my motto.”

  “Too late for that.” We smoked quietly for a few moments, then I asked, “Any problems here tonight?”

  “Nope. Not unless you count Revenge causing another catfight over another threesome. And one of the man buns getting so wasted he challenged Lennox to a fistfight. He must’ve been on some good ganja.”

  “Please tell me Lennox did not break his face. The Buns are our cash cows.”

  “Let’s just say Lennox helped him to the door so he could sleep it off. Helped him to the door . . . with his boot practically shoved up the dude’s ass.”

  I chuckled and stubbed out my smoke.

  When I got to my feet, Slade quirked a grin at me. “Awww, did you find your balls?”

  I aimed a halfhearted kick at the back of his head then stalked to my bedroom.

  I entered just as Mercy exited the bathroom. She’d ditched the skirt and wore only the silky black tank top and the high cut panties. Her hair was all brushed out and shinier than ever.

  She twisted her hands in front of her. “Are you sure you want me to stay again?”

  I wasn’t even sure I could get my voice to work around her.

  “’Course. You’re not going anywhere.” I sort of sidled around her, keeping my distance as I beat feet to the vacated bathroom.

  That time I did knock my head against the door.

  Then I glared down at my hard cock defying the confines of my jeans.

  Nervy as fuck, I shuffled to the sink and braced my hands on the counter.

  Be a nice guy,

  Don’t scare her off.

  Stop springing wood like a creep every time you see her.

  I splashed cold water on my face. Stripped off my clothes down to my boxer briefs. Brushed my teeth for a lot longer than usual.

  Fuck me, I even sniffed my pits.

  This is ridiculous.

  In the bedroom, I made a beeline for the bourbon, pouring two healthy doses and passing a glass to Mercy.

  And I tried not to look at her as I downed the alcohol.

  She tossed back her drink too and, setting her glass beside mine, she brushed close enough I had to suck in a breath as heat jolted all the way to my groin.

  “Am I making you nervous, Angel?” She hit me with those shimmering nutmeg eyes, long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks.

  “No.” Yes.

  “Good.” Some kind of seductress’s smile coasted across the puffiness of her pink lips. “Then can I touch you? Or will you think I’m throwing myself at you?”

  “You can touch me however you want, cher, but—”

  “But I don’t have to.” A lone fingertip danced down the center of my chest to the waist of my briefs. “Trust me, I want to.”

  Fuuuuck. So much for me not putting the moves on her.

  I gripped her wrist in a light hold. “Whatever this is though, I think we should take it slow.”

  Slow?

  Bullshit.

  I was already foolishly completely gone over my gamine.

  “Oui.” After pulling her hand free, she snuck up to kiss the side of my neck. “I’ll go slow.” She slid her lips to my jaw where she panted hot breaths. “Really, really slow.”

  A groan tumbled from my chest, and I was fucking putty.

  Except putty was soft, and I was suddenly achingly hard all over.

  Jaw clenched, I followed her lead. She tugged me to the bed, and I couldn’t help but stare at the firm globes of her ass silhouetted in the panties I’d bought her.

  Both of us still standing, Mercy reached up to draw my mouth to hers.

  The sweetness of her lips gave way to the swift wet lunge of her tongue.

  Clasping her lightly to me, I kissed her until our harsh breathing melded together and I’d explored every silken recess of her mouth.

  Lips moist, she kissed to my chin then down my throat and over to one shoulder. Her hand roamed to my back, and she rested her palm on my ass, which made my pelvis kick forward.

  She laughed sultrily. “I like making you hard.”

  “Doesn’t take much around you, beb.”

  “I can feel that.” Her lips plucked and caressed all over my chest.

  I craned my neck back, grunting, when she flicked at the flat discs of my nipples with firm wet lashes.

  She sailed kisses onto my abs, her tongue swirling into the hair that thinned from my belly button to the top of my briefs.

  Then she was on her knees in front of me.

  I tensed across every single muscle in my body. I stayed as goddamn still as possible.

  Don’t scare her off.

  Don’t ask her to do anything.

  Try not to come the second she makes contact with my dick.

  Mon Dieu. Then she rubbed her cheek all over the straining rod of my erection. She laughed when my cock twitched. She puffed hot breaths into the thin material.

  She nudged her nose against my nutsack.

  My fists balled at my sides.

  With slow care, Mercy lifted out the band of my briefs. She eased the material down, freeing the caged monster that snapped upright against my abdomen. She swept the briefs down my legs, off my feet.

  And I dribbled precum onto her face.

  She caught the droplets, eyes shining when she pushed several wet fingers between her lips with a hot murmur that about made me nut.

  Peering at me, Mercy spun her palm over the slick knob of my cock. “You keep gettin’ bigger and harder. Is that because of me?”

  I swept loose strands of hair back from her face, and my hand trembled. “No one else.”

  “Ah want to suck you.”

  My throat clicked as I tried to swallow.

  She didn’t even have to touch me. She could just talk to me in her sexy accent.

  I nodded.

  “Ah think you should lay back for this.” Prodding me to the bed, she crawled between my thighs as I stretched out on my back.

  I stuffed a wad of pillows beneath my neck, unwilling to miss a second of the prettiest woman going down on me.

  Yeah, I was a real gentleman all right.

  Her hands wandered up my thighs, and the hair-roughened texture didn’t put her off. She bent down, tendrils of her hair ghosting across my skin like the hot licks of her kittenish tongue when she lazily meandered from mid thigh to the crease of my groin.

  Mercy detoured down the leg, kissing, licking, fingers tickling.

  I fucking wanted to devour her.

  She cruised back up, her bottom raised and wagging behind her. Instead of taking my drooling dick into her mouth, she snaked her tongue into the cum gutters arrowing from my hips to my cock.

  I twitched, shivering.

  She flicked, murmuring.

  “Should I go slower, Angel?” She exhaled a long breath up the entire underside of my meat.

  “No. Uhnnn. Just . . . fuck. Whatever you want, cher.” I gripped the bedcovers in both hands as my groin rocked up.

  “Bien.” She mimicked my accent with a wicked smile.

  I stared while she buried her nose against my pubes, more precum leaking onto my stomach and rolling down my shaft.

  Her eyes blinked up at me—irises fully dilated—and she dragged her tongue up the same path her breath had taken.

  My cock jumped.

  My pulse raced.

  My fists clenched.

  She twirled the tip of her tongue over the tiny triangle of sensitive tissue just below my cockhead then rolled right up over to sweep across the weeping slit.

  Nostrils flaring, I bucked up again.

  Mercy ringed a hand around the base of my shaft, drawing me rigidly upright. She softly closed her eye
s then softly pursed her lips around my glans.

  My abs flexed, and my ass almost came off the bed. I wanted to be buried deep inside her mouth so goddamn badly.

  Veins thickened on my cock, and Mercy held me in the lightest hold. She rubbed my cockhead over and over with her mouth, leaving a shiny sheen of precum she languorously licked away.

  Then she opened wider. She looked up and winked coyly. She sank her mouth over me and sucked up and down.

  She took me slowly in and slowly out. She let saliva streak from her lips until it created a runoff with my preejaculate to slicken my entire rod. Her hand fisted, squeezed, loosened, and started the same scintillating game all over again.

  I’d told her when we left the bar she could sass me all she liked. Holy fuck. She was sucking my cock all she liked, and I stamped my feet to the mattress, well on the way to losing my mind through the head of my dick.

  When she popped her mouth off my cock, she went back to laving the blood-engorged pole on all sides. Her palm polished my crown that was purple-colored and stretched drum tight.

  “Does that feel good?” She nibbled around the cliff edge of my cockhead, taking teasing little bites that had me crunching upright.

  “So good. So fucking good.” I reached for the back of her neck, caressing her. Not forcing her. “I’m losing my mind, Mercy.”

  “Wouldn’t want that, would we?” She crawled a little higher.

  Her lips trailed up my chest then back down, her hair fanning in honey-colored strands across my rippling sinews.

  I grunted and groaned and swore when she swallowed more of my thick meat into her mouth.

  Every muscle stamped up. Every nerve ending sizzled.

  My balls heavy.

  My cock like iron.

  She came back up off my dick to stroke me in the wet tunnel of her fist. “Is this slow enough for you?”

  “Fuck. Mercy.”

  “Are you crying mercy or groaning my name?”

  Chapter Eight

  MERCY

  “BOTH. I DON’T KNOW. Dieu.” His body a picture of aroused agony, Angel dragged strong fingers through my hair.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I pressed wet lingering kisses all over the thick length of his cock.

  He shook his head, eyes flashing like blue fire. “Don’t stop.”

  Even Angel’s cock was beautiful. Big and veiny, a bit of a beast with large balls swaying beneath. But I could make him dance to my whim, and chills erupted on his flesh while sweat dripped into the caverns created by his muscular form.

  Even his sweat smelled clean. He was leather and musk and muscles and virility.

  Sex had never been fun for me. I’d wanted to see if it could be different with Angel. And, oh lord, it was.

  I’d never even really gotten wet before. Now my panties were drenched as I dragged my tongue up his tumescent rod to the flared ridge of his glans.

  I sucked him back inside my mouth, closing my lips over the first two inches. That was all I could take—he filled my mouth and butted up against my throat. His precum became a tasty treat that dripped onto my tongue I swiped around him.

  I knew he was trying his best to stay as still as a statue. To not ram his prick into my mouth. To not gag me or force me or make me do anything I didn’t want.

  His carefulness made me even greedier, even hotter. Even more courageous and bold.

  My fist couldn’t close around him, he was that large, but I slicked him nice and wet. I blew him fast then slow. I ran my hands up his incredible abs then down the striated sinews of his thighs.

  When I dropped my mouth to his balls, he rocked toward me. I licked him wetly before taking one orb into my mouth to swirl around my tongue.

  “Not gonna last much longer,” he rasped out.

  Angel’s delicious cock thickened in my hand—big, hard, and ready to blast.

  I sucked on his other testicle until his fingers tightened on the back of my neck.

  His digits convulsed then he let me go. “Sorry.”

  Breath rushed in deep fast gusts from his chest.

  I lifted up and let a long line of saliva thread down his cock. “Don’t be. I want you to come in my mouth.”

  His cheeks hollowed, eyes half-mast.

  He grabbed the root of his dick and pointed it at my lips. “Take it then.”

  Pursing my lips around the swollen purplish head, I kept my eyes on him as he pumped the base of his shaft. Heat exploded on my tongue. Heat and milky blasts of seed.

  I moaned, swallowing as he combusted.

  His fingers snarled into my hair. His cum jetted, delicious thick cream I drank down gulp after gulp while he bucked and writhed and unloaded in my mouth.

  The final few spurts dribbled out, and I swooped down to lap up the last of his essence.

  Licking my lips, I rose to my hands. “That was good.”

  His chest heaved. “Ya think? Holy hell, woman.”

  Placing his hand on my cheek, he snuck his thumb between my lips.

  I sucked luxuriously until he yanked his hand away. “Jesus Christ. Don’t start doing that again.”

  “Why not?”

  “’Cause it’s my turn.” Before he’d even caught his breath, Angel flipped me around and onto my back.

  I jostled against the pillows he’d nearly shredded in his hands. “Angel!”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes?”

  “Bien.” Smile curving dangerously, he reached up to my waist and snagged my panties down my legs. “I’ve had my fingers in this pretty pussy. Now I’m gonna have my mouth on it.”

  I could only stare as he spread my legs with his wide shoulders. The Blood Legion ink on his back rippled beneath layers and layers of muscle when Angel bent his head toward my sex.

  “I’m wet.”

  “I can see that.” His thumbs slid up the sides of my labia.

  “Is that a good thing?”

  “You fuckin’ bet it is.” His nose nudged against the tiny triangle of hair at the apex of my mound.

  I felt another drop of liquid well from my center and slide down my slit.

  Angel’s fingertip found the bead and slipped the slickness up through my lips and over the top of my clitoris.

  “Anybody ever eat this sexy pussy before?” he said the coarse words in a gruff voice.

  I shook my head.

  “Good. It’ll be my pleasure.” He lowered even more, and I felt his breath seconds before his tongue touched me.

  A light dandling circle around my opening.

  My hips leaped up.

  He pressed me back down.

  Muscles strained in his shoulders and all along his arms. His large hands cupped my inner thighs to keep me down and open. His vibrant eyes hooked mine . . . and his tongue swirled into my depths then out again.

  Gasping, I spun my hips as much as I could, seeking more.

  “Très jolie, cher.”

  His tongue ringed and ranged all over my pussy, clipping against my clit before traipsing away again.

  “Angel?”

  “Ssshh.” Rising up, he pressed his big hard body against me.

  His mouth swept over mine, and I kissed him back. I twined my fingers in his hair to keep him with me. To keep him near me.

  Licking the corner of my mouth just like he’d lapped at my clit, Angel hunkered above me.

  Big.

  Blond.

  Angel.

  His hands worked beneath the hem of my tank top until he found the slopes of my breasts. “Take this off?”

  The brand embarrassed me. The bruises on my body shamed me.

  But how could I doubt his want, his need, when his cock was already hard again?

  I let him skim the top off, and he immediately grazed hard knuckles over my nipples, drawing them to pink arousal that zinged from my breasts to my pussy he’d left wet and needy.

  “Sweet.” He moved down, tongue twirling one puffy bead then the other.

  I arched in
to him, shoving my hands into his hair to hold him to me.

  Hold him to me even when his lips so gently skimmed across the swastika brand that hadn’t yet healed all the way.

  He went back to nibble both nipples into high peaks. Then—hands caressing my hips—he took light love bites all along my belly back to my hot sex.

  “Gotta have your cunt now.” He sounded voracious.

  His face was hard with need.

  His mouth melted right into my center, and he drilled deep with his tongue. His fingers held me open as he slurped and grunted and ate my pussy with a greed that made me wild.

  I writhed and arched and cried his name.

  Palms beneath my butt, he opened me like a bowl, like a vessel full of liquid he thirsted for. His tongue snaked, and his mouth sucked, and he kept his face planted against me to get absolutely everything.

  To give me absolutely everything.

  His stubble tickled and rubbed and made me lose it.

  Lose it so much the first orgasm caught me unawares.

  Body shattering, I wailed into the air. Mindless, I kept thrusting toward a pleasure I’d never known.

  Angel didn’t stop. Not for an instant.

  As if he understood what he gave me.

  He became gentler, but still ravenous. Softer, but still hungering.

  My body rolled in suppler waves in response to the new teasing, testing build up. Hooking my hands behind my knees, I spread myself all the way.

  I moved with Angel, dropping my head back, leaving myself open to him.

  A couple tender flicks just at the top of my clit and a single finger dipping inside me was all it took. I came again as colors washed in front of my eyes—pink then blue and all was sharp then blurry.

  Then sharp again when Angel propped up above me to fill my vision.

  The blue of his eyes.

  The blond of his hair.

  The ruddiness of his lips still wet from me.

  Muzzy-headed and sleepy, I could only yelp quietly when he dropped over me. A big, warm, welcome weight.

  He rolled to his side, pulling me into his arms. One hand cupped my bottom, the other stroked my hair.

  “Good?” His whisper wafted across my cheek.

  “I can’t move.”

  “In a good way.” A certain note of smugness colored his tone.