Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Mercy
I s it weird that I'm not nervous? I think I'm supposed to be nervous.
I kick my panties off my ankle and drop my knees open, making space for Lance between my legs and letting him look at me. All of me.
He kneels on the bed, his hands rubbing the tender flesh of my inner thighs, and doesn't say a damn thing. Just stares at my naked pussy in silence for a long moment.
Okay; a little nervous now.
Is everything right down there? Am I what he imagined? Is he having second thoughts?
My breathing goes shallow. I'm afraid if I move at all, I'll break the spell-- everything will go back to how it was and we'll pretend this never happened.
I really want it to happen.
I want all the things Lance said to me a few minutes ago.
Marrying him, having a family with him-- it's not something I ever realized before, not in so many words, but I can't argue that it's the only future that makes sense for me.
For us. And now that I know that's what Lance wants too, I'm all in.
Before I can say any of that, though, Lance lowers himself silently between my legs and steals all thought from my mind with the first touch of his tongue to my sensitive skin.
"Ohmygod..." The breath I was holding escapes in a rush of syllables that I think make sense.
It seems to be the cue Lance needs to take the tentative strokes of his tongue to the next level.
Settling more securely between my legs, Lance moves to what I assume is a more comfortable position for him.
He explores my body with his fingers while his tongue slides between my folds, getting bolder with every noise I make.
He puts his entire mouth on me and eats me like I'm a ripe peach straight off the tree in summer. There's so much sensation that there's no one thing to concentrate on. Then my brain completely short circuits when he suctions directly over my clit.
Stars explode behind my eyelids as I squeeze them shut tight, my legs are clamped around Lancer's head and I'm vaguely aware I'm making some noises that would be really embarrassing under any other circumstances.
"Holy fuck, that was amazing, baby." Lance lifts his head when I'm finally wrung out enough to loosen the grip my knees had on him. The look on his face is pure wonder as he wipes my juices off the corner of his mouth and grins up at me.
"Can you do that again?"
His enthusiasm is cute, but damn. Again? Is he crazy?
"I've never come that hard before in my life," I admit to him, my voice coming out hoarse from all the gasping and moaning I was just doing. "I don't know if I'm ready to do that again."
What I want is something else.
"Help me here, would ya?" I struggle to sit up and slide the straps of the dress down my arms. Lance quickly gets the hint and helps me shimmy out of the layers of satin and tulle, leaving me unfairly naked compared to him still mostly dressed.
"Hey cowboy, my eyes are up here." It's a joke, obviously. I'm more than happy to languish under the hungry gaze centered on my bare breasts. Still, Lance's hazel eyes travel back up to meet my own.
"You're still dressed though." I can barely whisper. He's looking at me so intensely, that it's hard to speak as I push the open dress shirt off his shoulders, running my hands over his muscular chest as he shuffles the sleeves over his hands.
I've seen Lancer with his shirt off a thousand times, but this is different.
This isn't swimming at the river, or dousing him with the garden hose when he's stripped down to work outside in the heat.
This is me naked in bed with a guy that's been my best friend as long as I remember, and everything between us is different suddenly.
Including the way I feel about running my hands over his warm skin and the way his muscles dance lightly where ever I touch him.
My fingers trace down the center of his chest, taking time to appreciate the flat planes of his pecs, the stacked bricks of abs, the dusting of dark hair that reminds me he's not the kid I grew up with anymore.
Lance is all man now.
My man now.
"These too." I tug at his pants, indicating they need to go.
Lance swallows hard, nods, and quickly rolls off his knees to sit down and yank off the polished boots.
"You had your boots on this whole time?"
"I was too busy to take 'em off."
When boots and socks have hit the floor, it's my turn to hover over Lance's body, pulling the once neatly pressed slacks down thickly muscled thighs to reveal black boxer briefs straining over a thick, hard cock that's so long, the weeping tip is escaping the top of the briefs.
My fingers slide over the tip, spreading the bead of moisture and marveling at its slickness.
Lance tenses, grabbing my wrist and keeping me from taking him in my hand.
"Keep touching me and I'll come too damn fast," he grits out through a tense jaw. "I really want to be inside you, Mercy Jean."
My fingers ache to explore his body. I want to put my mouth on him the way he did me. I want to taste him and learn about the ways I can touch him to drive him crazy, but there's pleading in the look he gives me that tells me he's already halfway there.
It lights up a need inside me stronger than anything I've felt before. I feel heat bloom and a new rush of moisture leaks from my pussy as we roll together on the mattress, kissing again while we work together to add Lancer's briefs to the pile of clothes on the floor.
And then he's over me, his knees between mine, hip to hip, and eye to eye, watching each other intently as I feel the broad head of his dick pressing into my center.
"You might have to guide me through this, baby, I've never done this before."
Lance
I t's not like I don't know what to do.
Mercy's so fucking wet for me right now, I don't think there's any way I could miss. But when I push further toward the heat beckoning me in there's resistance I'm not expecting.
"Don't count on me knowing, I've never done this either, you know."
Mercy's hands are wrapped around my biceps, not that her little hands can get much of a grip, especially with my muscles bulging from bracing myself above her like this.
Her pretty blue eyes are darkened by pupils that are blown out wide and her kiss-swollen lips might be telling me one thing, but her body is begging me to have this conversation another time.
After I've torn through what I'm now guessing is her virginity and filled her with my seed.
"No, I didn't know," I answer. "You went with a few guys, I thought you--"
A firm shake of her head against the bedspread sends the carefully curled golden tresses shimmying around her face.
"I never dated anyone long enough to get serious. It never felt right with anyone else."
"It feels right now though? With me?"
This time her head bobs in the other direction, a cute little smile curling her lips as she looks right up into my eyes and moves her hands down to my hips.
"So right," she whispers as she tugs me forward. "Make me yours, Lance."
The urge to claim is overwhelming. There's no more conversations to have and no going back now. Mercy's mine. She's always been mine and now I finally get to prove it.
Mercy widens her thighs for me and tilts her hips, opening herself up for me as I push past the tightness and then fully inside the tight, wet, channel that threatens to wreck me.
Underneath me, Mercy's fingers tighten in my flesh and she makes a noise that sounds like she's in pain. Remembering that this probably doesn't feel as good for her as it does me, I quickly kiss the grimace off her lips and drive my hand between our bodies.
Concentrating on Mercy makes it a hell of a lot easier to last longer.
My thumb finds her clit and I find the movement that changes the look of concentration on her face to the one I saw earlier when she was bucking against my face in need of relief.
"That better, baby? Is it feeling good for you now?"
God, I hope so, because I don't want to hurt her and I'd sure as hell like her first time to be good, but I'm not going to be able to stay still much longer.
"It's good," my girl's voice is raspy when she answers me. "It feels really good, Lance."
This time, her eye lashes flutter as her eyes don't quite close. She arches her back and moans long and low, moving her hips under mine and taking me deeper.
"Baby, I need to fuck you now."
I can't hold back anymore. I can't even think straight, I need to get deeper inside her too bad.
"Do it. Fuck me now, Lance. I want to feel you come inside me."
Mercy's into it now, her hands sliding up and down my body, gripping and tugging at me as she speeds up her movements to match mine.
I do my best to stay focused on her pleasure, I want to feel her sweet little cunt coming on my cock before I lose control, but I'm not sure I'm going to make it.
Not with the way Mercy's moans are getting louder and more unrestrained with every thrust I drive inside her.
Then I feel it; a flurry of muscles deep inside her contracting all around my cock, sucking me in deeper and tightening down on me like she's going to hold me there and not let go.
It's too fucking much.
I'm not in control anymore, my body is running on pure instinct, frantically moving fast and hard in a desperate attempt to answer the call to breed my woman.
I'm spilling jets of come into her womb even as she's clenching down around me, milking me for more and dragging out my own orgasm longer than I thought was possible.
Finally, Mercy's body relaxes around me and I collapse over her before rolling with her in my arms without letting our bodies separate.
"We shoulda talked about birth control." I whisper, knowing damn good and well it doesn't matter to me one way or another. I love the idea that I might have just put a baby in Mercy. And if I didn't, I'm going to keep trying. And when I do, I'm not going to stop trying.
"You said you wanted babies with me, O'Leary. Are you backing out?"
Mercy's voice is playful and sleepy, her words blowing softly against my chest and cooling my sweat-soaked skin. Her hand drifts lightly down my side and I can't help smiling up at the ceiling of our room, thinking about just how much I am not backing out on all the things I told her.
Mercy Jean's mine all the way now, and I plan on making sure she doesn't regret it.
"You keep sassing me and I'll make sure I get a baby inside you before we get back to the valley."
It's a good thing Mercy answers that with a curious hand sliding down to my groin, because I'm already hard for her again.
And I'm not joking even a little bit about getting started on our family before we get back home.