Chapter Eighteen #2
My pupils lowered to his lips. “I want to stay here,” I answered.
That was the thing with Merrick. I didn’t have to voice what I wanted—what I needed. As his cheeks heated, I knew he felt exactly what I desired.
He wet his lips. “You need me, Era?”
“Yes.” I wasted no time locking the door, and then I eyed the armchair in the corner of this room. “Sit.”
Merrick quirked a brow, but he didn’t question me. He did as I said, awaiting instruction after lowering himself into the seat.
“Pull your pants down.”
Merrick dragged his teeth over his lip piercing and smiled as his fingers toyed with the buttons. “What if someone comes looking for us?”
My heartbeat quickened as Merrick lifted his ass and slid his trousers down, his hardened length straining against his undergarments. “Right now, I don’t care.”
Merrick chuckled lowly, kicking his pants to the side. I could feel his excitement thumping like electricity in my body as I held his eye contact, lowering myself to my knees before him.
I ran my palm over his thickness, and Merrick shuddered, his eyes rolling shut. “Fuck, yes…” he whispered.
“I’m still mad at you,” I uttered with a glare.
He glanced down, and his hand drifted to my cheek. “I know…I’m sorry.” His lips twitched. “Perhaps you should be the one in this chair so that I could make it up to you?”
I bit my lip, then tugged his undergarments down. Merrick’s heavy cock slapped against his abs, and I instantly remembered just how perfect it was being with him all those weeks. I leaned down, kissing up his pierced shaft before swirling my tongue along the ridge of his tip. Along that metal hoop.
Merrick groaned, his dick throbbing with every pass of my tongue. My eyes flicked up to meet his heavy stare. “Or, perhaps this is exactly what I want,” I purred, sliding my tongue around his sensitive edge in slow, torturous circles.
Merrick’s hips raised, desperate for more. “Ah, I get it.” He laughed breathlessly. “You’re tormenting me.”
“Hmm?” I feigned innocence, licking up his erection again. “You don’t like it?”
Merrick’s hands gripped the chair’s handles as I began sucking on his balls. “You know I love it,” he groaned.
I began stroking him as I continued to suck, still making sure to keep my movements unhurried. Merrick’s head tilted back as he began to lightly thrust his hips upward, his shaft brushing against my tight grip. He craved the quick friction, but I’d make him wait.
Only a little bit longer, as I was desperate to take him down my throat, too.
Merrick’s darkened gaze pleaded for more as my tongue traveled back and forth, sliding across every delicious vein and barbell. After licking the bead of moisture leaking from his tip, I finally took him into my mouth.
He let out a low growl as he hit the back of my throat, and I sucked on him, the sounds sloppy and erratic.
Merrick released the chair from his death grip, his fingertips weaving through my hair before gripping tightly, tugging just how I liked.
Saliva spilled down my face, down his length and balls, and I didn’t care if my makeup was ruined by the tears choking on his cock gave me—didn’t care that my hair would be a mess from him pulling it.
He was the only thing that could hold me together when I felt like breaking apart.
Merrick thrusted upward, fucking my face roughly.
His chest heaved with every breath, and once I gagged, his length sprang free.
Merrick’s eyes were heavy with salacious desire as he brought his palm to his shaft.
The wet, repetitive sound that came with each of his strokes had me searching for my clit under my dress.
His eyes flared with need as they lowered to where my hand worked under the fabric. “What are you doing, Era?”
I bit down on my lip, my finger slipping under my panties to pleasure myself better. “What’s it look like?”
He shook his head, his voice thick with heat. “Tell me.”
Heat bloomed through my cheeks, and I said softly, “Playing with my clit.”
Merrick let out a slow, shaky breath. “Such a dirty fucking mouth for a Princess.” He slid his spit-soaked dick over my lips. “Open.”
I obeyed, grinning as he slapped his pierced cock on my tongue.
“Gods,” he uttered in a breathless whisper, sliding his manhood over my tongue, my lips, all around my face. “I’ve fucking missed this.” His dick slowly slid from one cheek to the other.
“I have, too.” My hands gripped his thighs. “Lean back.”
Merrick’s brows pinched, unsure of where I was going with my request, but he didn’t argue. I leaned down again, taking his balls into my mouth as my hands grasped the undersides of his thighs, lifting slightly while spreading them apart further.
“Era—” he began, then gasped as my tongue dipped lower. He tried to move, but I halted his movements by squeezing his legs. “What are you…”
Merrick’s jaw slackened as I slid my tongue over his back entrance. “Stroke yourself,” I ordered.
His widened eyes blinked rapidly, his cheeks flushing crimson, but he didn’t object as I continued to tease his ass. No—he embraced it, breathy moans slipping out as he worked himself, eyes unable to tear away from the view.
I had never done this before, and I wasn’t sure why I hadn’t, because seeing Merrick pleasured like this was mesmerizing. Addictive. I would worry, wondering if he really was enjoying this, but as our gazes locked and he used his gift, the unbearable lust he felt consumed me.
He fucking loved it.
I slid one of my fingers into my mouth and began tracing his rim.
“Era…” He trailed off, eyes heavy as his palm rotated over his reddened tip. His rhythm grew faster—the wet sound of him masturbating slick and messy.
I gently pushed my finger in. “Merrick,” I crooned back.
His breathing stuttered, his strokes slowing as I finger-fucked him. “Fuck—fuck, that’s going to make me come,” he panted.
I slid it in deeper, in and out, his body grasping on tightly. “Then come for me.”
He shook his head rapidly, his moans growing louder and more desperate. “I need…I need to feel you again first.”
“Hmm…do you deserve that?” I took his length in my hand, his own falling back. And then I began to suck his dick as my finger repeatedly thrust inside.
“Fuck…” he hissed. “Era…I…I—”
He shuddered, his voice breaking on a loud and needy moan as his cock pulsed, his release shooting down the back of my throat. I greedily took it all, swallowing every last drop as he spilled all over my tongue.
Merrick was gasping as I gently removed my finger, giving his tip one last kiss.
“You deviant,” he chided, catching his breath. “I wanted to fuck you.”
I wiped my mouth, a smile tugging at my lips. “Should’ve had more self-control then, hm?”
He bit back a smile, shaking his head. And then he shot forward, crushing his lips against mine. He broke away just enough to say, “Lie on that damn table, right now.”
I tilted my head, kissing him before whispering, “Make me.”
Merrick lifted me into his arms with ease, moving to the desk that rested against the wall next to the door, and roughly shoved everything on top of it onto the floor, the trinkets clattering against the ground.
“Merrick!” I scolded, but I couldn’t hold back my giggle. He forced me down, lifting my dress as my back hit the wood. As he kissed me over my underwear, I rotated my hips, frantic for more.
“Should I also torment you, Princess?” he teased as he dragged his tongue over the fabric.
I gripped his silver hair. “Please…I need you. Now.”
Merrick pried the damp fabric to the side and slid his nose through my dripping sex, inhaling deeply. And then he licked, my palm flying to my mouth to muffle my cries as he made out with my pussy.
“I won’t last long,” he admitted between strokes of his tongue. “But I need to be inside you, baby.”
“Please,” I begged, “I need it too.”
Merrick quickly flipped me, bending me over the desk, shoving layer upon layer of my gown out of his way before giving my backside a harsh smack. And then he thrust his cock in me.
Gods, that sensation. The piercing ladder wasn’t just sexy to look at. It was a promise of satisfaction, of pleasure, with every brush of skin against skin. My pussy clenched around him, the desk banging against the wall with every jerk of his hips.
He pounded into me relentlessly, every wild thrust causing his balls to slap against my clit, over and over until I was crying out his name, coming so hard that my teeth bit down on my forearm to suppress my scream.
His head fell, resting against my back as his release found him next, spilling his seed inside me.
“I love you,” he whispered between breaths.
I opened my mouth to respond, but we both froze as the knob began to turn.
“What the hell?” a voice mumbled, twisting the locked knob again. “Hey, who’s in there?”
I paled, anxiously glancing back at him, and Merrick placed his index finger over his lips.
“Godsdamnit,” the voice grumbled, and we heard their steps fade away.
I quickly got to my feet and slid my panties back on, then attempted to fix my hair as Merrick fetched his undergarments and trousers. “We gotta get out of here,” he laughed.
“How do I look?” I questioned, attempting to appear poised.
Merrick pursed his lips, trying to form an answer as he buttoned his pants. “Um…”
I cringed, my shoulders dropping. “That bad?”
He hurried forward, dragging his thumbs under my eyes. “You look beautiful. Just say you’ve been crying if anyone asks.”
“But—”
We both whirled as the door flung open. Kismet stopped in her tracks, her mouth popping open as she saw us.
I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear, and Merrick casually tucked his hands in his pockets—presumably to hide the shaking.
“Uh…” she began.
“I-It’s not what it looks like!” I blurted.
Kismet’s dark stare bounced between us, then slid over to the desk…to everything that was thrown on the floor. “Right…” She hitched her thumb behind her. “I’m gonna go.”
Merrick and I stood there like fools as she quickly retreated, the door clicking shut.