Chapter 18
Mercy
Whatever power I thought I held by being on top is blown away by the sheer strength in Sam’s thighs. He’s the one putting in all the work, holding me so tightly that I can hardly meet his thrusts. Each one is as controlled as the last, building into a steady rhythm that drives me insane.
I’d imagined that sex would be a frenzy—a furious meeting of bodies over and over again—but Sam drives into me with steady purpose. Staring into my eyes, he watches every flicker of movement across my face and groans when I toss my head back and moan his name.
Overstimulated and overwhelmed, my body shudders with each drag of his cock against my walls. A heady mix of pleasure-pain each time he bottoms out makes me gasp, the wet slap of our bodies and the scent of sex quickly filling the air.
“Mercy, Mercy, Mercy,” Sam pants, kissing a bead of sweat dripping down my neck. “All mine.”
“Ah!” I shudder as he thrusts harder, slamming into my molten core with a groan.
“So fucking perfect,” he drawls, nipping my collarbone. “So fucking wet. You’re sucking me in, baby.” He slams me down and holds me there, groaning as his thighs spasm. “You needed my cock.” Another groan. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
“D-don’t stop,” I whine, cupping his jaw.
Somehow, sitting still makes all the new aches and pains reappear.
My pussy clenches around him, and I feel it—the girth of Sam’s cock holding me open.
The heat of him inside me soothes as much as it hurts.
“You’re so big,” I can’t help but whine.
I’m stretched farther than I ever imagined possible.
But when Sam moves, I can tell that I was made for this.
He glides in and out seamlessly as my body makes room for him.
That makes Sam smile. “I’m not always this—uhn—size.
” The flush on his face spreads to his ears.
“Had to go all out for you, baby; make your first time special.” Sealing his mouth over mine, he kisses me hard.
“But I’m about to—” Groaning, his entire body quivers.
”Fuck.” His cock swells as he comes, each pulse of liquid heat making me twitch in response.
“Ahh!” I cling to him as his cum makes everything even hotter inside. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. I know we didn’t use protection, but— “You didn’t pull out.” As if to emphasize this point, he rocks his hips like he can’t help himself. Some of his cum leaks out around his cock, making an even bigger mess.
A satisfied smile curves on Sam’s lips. “Mmm, yeah. No. Your pussy’s too good, baby, so fucking good.” His muscles convulse as a final burst of cum paints my walls. “Ohhhh, yes, milk my cock.”
My blush darkens at how dirty he makes it sound. “Sam!” I smack his arm. “Stop coming! We have to go back to the store!”
How long does it take before a morning after pill is no longer effective? Do they even sell them at the corner store? Is there a pharmacy in town?
“Hey,” Sam murmurs, gently cupping my face. “We’ll get whatever you need, I promise.”
Biting my lip, I nod. “Okay.” The knot of worry in my chest isn’t gone, but kissing Sam helps ease my fears. I know that he’ll take care of me.
The mattress suddenly dips behind me, and a deep rumble skitters across my skin. “Tsk, tsk, Sam. Filling up that pretty pussy like you own it? That takes balls.” Kane’s lips skim my shoulder blade. “Let me see how much of a mess you made.”
Little shocks of surprise tingle down my limbs. “W-what?”
Kane lifts my hips and pulls me off of Sam’s cock, pushing my body forward until Sam and I tumble onto the bed. My face smushes against Sam’s pecs while Kane hoists my ass high in the air. Cum seeps out of my pussy, and a whisper of cool air blows across my sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, Siren,” Kane groans, “your pussy’s even prettier like this. All—” He slides a finger inside my core. “Used—” Then a second. “Up.” And a third.
I whine as he explores with his fingers, rubbing the same places that Sam just did. The stretch burns, but the warmth—the wetness—makes my body tremble. I squirm, trying to pull away, but Kane loops his arm around my thigh and holds me in place.
“Kane,” Sam growls, “what the fuck are you doing?”
“Enjoying your mess.” He doesn’t have to sound so pleased about it. “In our pussy.”
My body convulses as Kane licks the cum leaking from my slit. “Kane!” I bury my face in Sam’s chest. “S-stop! That’s—you’re not supposed to do that!”
“Says who?” Spreading my lips apart with his thumbs, he dives back in, groaning as he licks up Sam’s release. “You taste good, Siren.”
Holy shit. Holyshitholyshitholyshit.
The pads of his fingers find my swollen clit, and I cry out from the sudden spark of pleasure.
He doesn’t stop eating me out, and somehow it’s…
really good. Trembling, I hold my breath to keep from moaning.
I shouldn’t give into this. He didn’t even ask first!
Kane just decided on his own that this was what I’d want.
I’m sure he’d call it generosity, but we all know that he has his own agenda.
He gets off on pushing my limits.
“That’s right, beautiful. You want to come, don’t you?”
My body spasms. Yes, I want to come. Obviously, I want to come. But this is— “Dirty,” I whine.
Sam runs his fingers through my hair, a pensive expression on his face. “If you like it, Mercy, then it’s fine. It can be dirty and good.”
“So good,” Kane slurs, sucking my clit into his mouth.
A bolt of pleasure shoots through my core and I come hard, clenching my entire body against it. A tear slips free, and Sam brushes it away without hesitation. I shouldn’t like this. My body shouldn’t react this way. Having two men on me at the same time—enjoying it—does this make me a slut?
Zane’s voice floats across the room, mocking me. “Looks like our dirty girl just came all over your face.”
Shame fills my chest, making it hard to breathe.
What makes it impossible, however, is the wet smack of something long, hard, and hot against my pussy.
My body tenses. “No.” I can’t be fucked twice in one night by two men! Then I really am a slut. “Kane, don’t—”
He drags his cock through my folds, thrusting towards my ass. His balls smack my clit, making me gasp. Pleasure breaks through the pain, turning my aching flesh against me. I moan.
“That’s it,” Kane grunts, “be our dirty girl for a little longer.”
“She said no.” Sam pushes onto his elbows only for Kane to shove the two of us back down, using his entire body weight to flatten me on Sam’s chest. “Kane!”
“Didn’t expect to hear you scream my name, Sam, but I don’t hate it.”
“Fuck you! Get off of her!”
“Only if she asks nicely.” Smacking his dick against my ass, Kane kisses my shoulder blade. “Do you want me to stop, Siren, or do you want my cock, too?”
I whimper, not sure what I want anymore. My body is hot all over, sandwiched between two men. Would Kane really stop if I asked him to? Or is he just saying that so he doesn’t seem like the bad guy?
“Until you decide—” Repositioning himself, Kane aligns his cock with my entrance and thrusts, missing the mark and sliding along my slit. “I’ll be right here.”
Clawing Sam’s arms, I moan. Why does that feel good?
Something stirs against my thigh. “Shit,” Sam hisses, clenching his jaw. “Goddammit.”
My eyes widen. There’s no way. No way.
Kane laughs hard enough that his rhythm falters. “See how dirty your boyfriend is, Mercy?”
“Just as dirty as you,” Zane huffs from across the room. “The three of you are a fucking—” His voice catches. “Mess.”
Is everyone in this room turned on?
Taking a breath, I plant my hands on the mattress. Fine. I’m turned on, too. I’m included in this—whatever this is. Orgy, a voice in my head reminds me. Or does this count as a threesome?
Pushing against Kane’s weight is harder than I thought, but I slam my hips up when he pulls back, chasing his cock. “I want it,” I admit aloud, shuddering as a wave of desire rolls through me.
Kane thrusts back, bumping my clit hard enough that I gasp. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I want it!” I cry, desperately trying to meet his next thrust. His cock slips between my slick folds, teasing me with its length. I remember seeing it in his hand before—it’s bigger than Sam’s. Can something like that fit inside of me?
“You want this?” The tip nudges my entrance. My pussy clenches in anticipation.
“Yes!”
Humming as he pulls back, Kane nips the side of my neck. “Then beg for it.”
My brain struggles to process his request. “Beg?”
“Beg,” he rumbles, grabbing my right ass cheek and squeezing. “Beg for this cock you want so badly.”
I choke on my saliva. He can’t be serious.
Smack! Stinging pain makes me scream. Heat blossoms from his touch, and he rubs the spot lovingly. “Beg for me to stop, or beg for my cock.”
“You’re crazy!” But even as I say it, I realize that it doesn’t matter. Crazy or not, Kane won’t let up just because I call him names. “I’m not begging!”
“Then I guess we’re at a stalemate,” Kane chuckles, dragging his lips down my spine and kissing each vertebrae. “You have a beautiful body, Mercy.” He rubs my stinging ass, then squeezes. “I’m glad that I finally get to see it in person.”
Smack!
Gasping, I jerk away from Kane’s palm and crash into Sam, who’s lying completely still beneath me. I peek at his face to find him staring not at me, but at my ass hanging in the air. Transfixed. “Hey!” Scooting up Sam’s body, I scowl at him. “What exactly are you staring at?”
His lips part, but no sound comes out. Swallowing, he tears his gaze away. “You don’t want me to look?” Sam’s jaw clenches as he turns his head and stares at the wall.