Chapter 21
Sam
I can’t keep saying that I didn’t know things like this were going to happen. Bonfires were made for fireside makeouts—that’s standard practice. Still, watching Mercy and Zane suck face is strange at first…
Until all of a sudden, it isn’t.
Kane and I trade the whiskey bottle back and forth as we enjoy front row seats to their makeout session, the two of us silent as we watch our lovers tango with each other.
I thought I’d be enraged to see Mercy enjoying herself with another man, but even the other night when all four of us somehow made it onto the bed together, I didn’t get angry when I saw how into it she was.
Sure, I got a little jealous when she declared, loudly, that she wanted to swallow Kane’s dick like it was some kind of trophy, but jealousy is a far cry from hatred, and…
For some reason, I don’t dislike this turn of events as much as I thought I would.
“I’ve never liked change,” I admit slowly, rubbing my chest. The alcohol burns on the way down, but with how chilly the evening air is getting, I don’t mind it.
Neither does anyone else, from the looks of it.
Zane’s got his hand up Mercy’s shirt, and she’s grinding down on his lap like a professional.
“Fuck, I need some of that,” Kane grunts, completely ignoring my confession in favor of palming his erection through his pants. He glances at me, and I quickly shut that shit down before he can even voice whatever depraved thing is brewing inside his head.
“Not happening.” Punching his arm, I scoff. “And stop doing that.”
“What, this?”
I hear his fly unzip before I see his fat cock in his fist. “Jesus Christ!” Tearing my gaze away, I cringe. “Do you really have to do that next to me?”
“Does it really have to bother you?” Kane counters, rolling his eyes. “Get used to it, Sam. You’re gonna see a lot more cock than you’re used to from now on.”
The sad thing is, Kane’s not wrong. Mercy’s shirt ends up on the ground, and Zane pops her tit out of her bra to suck on her nipple, earning himself a moan from Mercy that makes me get hard.
I knew that Mercy wanted to have sex with Kane—I’ve come to terms with that fact—but the group dynamic between all four of us is still new to me.
The shower was a surprisingly fun surprise, I’ll admit, but everything after has been one mind-blowing experience after another.
Even the past few nights with Mercy—just the two of us—have taken a delicious turn.
She parts her lips and tips her head back, tossing her luscious locks over her shoulders so that they flow like water down her back.
The rising moon reflects off the lake behind her and Zane, casting a silver-white haze on one side of their faces while the other is bathed in the warm glow of the fire.
My body temperature rises alongside my heartbeat. I swallow hard and ignore my twitching cock as much as I can… unlike Kane.
“Absolutely breathtaking,” Kane murmurs, stroking his cock to the rhythm of Mercy’s hips. “Did you teach her that?”
“Teach her—” What catches on my tongue as I watch Mercy dig her heels into the earth and grind harder, adjusting her angle on Zane’s lap until she’s practically riding him into the ground. My lips curve into a smirk. “I didn’t teach her that.” Mercy’s acting on pure instinct.
It’s fucking hot.
But she shouldn’t undress outside in the cold, no matter how warm the fire is. Standing, I make my way over to her and Zane. The closer I get, the more my cock begs for attention, damn near punching through my zipper. As Mercy arches her back, our eyes meet over the tip of her nose.
“Sam!” She reaches for my hand and squeezes my fingers. “Is this—” Her breath catches as Zane tugs her nipple between his teeth before switching to the other one. “—okay?”
I smooth the hair off her forehead. “Yeah, baby,” I assure her. “It’s okay.”
She smiles lopsidedly. “Okay, good, because—” A shudder rolls down her body. “I feel—ah—really good right now.” Eyes wide, she pulls back far enough that Zane grumbles under his breath. “Kiss me?”
My heart clenches so tightly that it hurts.
Despite being in an intimate position with Zane, Mercy still wants me.
Smiling softly, I cup her throat and tip her back even farther.
“Of course, baby. Whatever you want.” Her lips taste like whiskey and chocolate, melting any resistance to this strange affair that I have left.
“You look so good in Zane’s lap,” I murmur, cupping her breast and squeezing.
“I bet you’re soaking wet down there. Needy girl. ”
“Dirty girl,” Zane corrects, staring at my hand kneading her breast. I pinch her nipple between my knuckles, and he lowers his head to lathe the rosy bud with his tongue. The wet swipe of his tongue sends a shiver down my spine.
That’s a new sensation I never imagined before now.
Mercy cries out with pleasure. “Zaaaane!” Wiggling her hips, she huffs. “Touch me!”
“Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that, Kitten. I distinctly remember Kane telling you to beg last time.” With a smirk, Zane props his chin on Mercy’s sternum and gazes up at her. “So beg.”
Her eyes turn glassy as he rocks his hips into the cradle of her thighs. “W-what do I say?”
Dropping to my knees, I brush my lips across the shell of her ear. “Tell us what you want.” Kissing her neck steals all of my attention as she ponders what to say for far too long. “Don’t overthink it.”
Zane huffs irritably. “Seriously, Mercy, it’s not that hard.”
“Then why don’t you beg?” Glaring at him, I grab Mercy’s hips and hold her still. “Don’t give it to him yet. Make him beg, baby.”
She’s still overthinking. A flush trails down her neck as she stares at Zane’s smug face. “Um.”
Kane chuckles from across the fire pit. “Zane’s easy to rile up. He’ll definitely beg if you make him wait long enough.”
Zane growls at his boyfriend. “Shut up!”
I smile into the crook of Mercy’s neck. This is more entertaining than I thought it would be.
Grabbing Zane’s face, Mercy yanks his head back towards her. “Zane…” Taking a breath, she brushes her thumb over his bottom lip. “Don’t you want to feel how wet I am?”
He swallows, his gaze lingering on her parted lips. “This won’t work.”
She takes his hand and dips it beneath the waistband of her leggings. “Zane,” she exhales hotly. “I’m so wet. Can’t you feel it?” Rocking her hips, she grinds on his fingers.
I can’t see how deep they are inside of her, or if they are at all, but I can see Zane’s reaction. His pupils dilate and his breathing shallows. A thin layer of sweat breaks out across his neck. He swallows hard.
I’m not faring much better. Holding onto Mercy’s hips while she rocks them has consequences.
My dick swells with the need to be the one trapped beneath her, and I have to hold back a groan.
We’ve had sex for the past three nights—more than once a night, even, if I stay hard long enough—but apparently, that doesn’t matter when it comes to my sex drive.
I’m ready for night number four. Her pussy should be sore from all the pounding it’s been taking, but Mercy doesn’t show any signs of slowing down.
She speeds up, rocking her hips with fluttering lashes and a whine catching in her throat. When Zane doesn’t reciprocate, she pouts. “If you don’t want it—” Sliding off of Zane’s lap, she collapses onto mine ass-first, engulfing my body in her heat. “Sam will take care of me. Won’t you, Sam?”
“Yes,” I moan, loving the way she presses her ass against my cock.
Desire burns hot in my veins. Yes, she needs me.
Fuck Zane. He can watch me claim her again and again, as many times as she wants.
We’ve been using condoms, but I didn’t bring any with me outside.
What’s one more cream pie? Heaven? Or would she ask me to pull out?
Either way, it’s a win. Sex with Mercy is always a win.
Her fingers slide into my hair and she pulls my mouth down to hers, eagerly flicking her tongue against my lips. Cupping her jaw, I give her the exact attention she wants, easily licking into her hot little mouth. She whines, matching me stroke for stroke, and rubs her ass over me. “Sam!”
“What is it, baby? You need more?”
She nods.
Unlike those two, I’m a gentleman. I won’t make her beg for something we both want.
Running my hand down her chest and over her stomach, I rub her needy pussy through her pants, enjoying the way she squirms. The heat of her burns straight through the fabric.
I bet she really is soaking wet; tight and hot and creamy—
“Wait.” Zane sits back on his haunches and purses his lips, the bright flush burning across his cheeks giving away his intentions. “We were just getting started.” He clears his throat and looks away. “Mercy. Come here.”
She exhales hotly across my neck and presses a kiss to my jaw. “No.”
Zane clenches his fists. “Mercy.”
Ignoring him, Mercy curves her neck and nips my throat. I press the pads of my fingers against her clit and grin at Zane’s heated glare. Rubbing in slow circles, I tease her while she sucks a hickey onto my neck. Hell yes. Mark me, baby. I moan as she bites down and pulls blood to the surface.
With a growl, Zane lunges forward and grab’s Mercy’s throat, pulling her teeth from my skin.
“Fucking—fuck me!” He slides his fingers over mine and rubs lower, covering her pussy and scraping his nails over her clothes.
“I’m so hard,” he whines, clenching his eyes shut and thrusting his hips into the air. “It hurts.”
Pouting.
Like a fucking dog.
I glance between him and Kane to find the latter man grinning like an idiot at this latest development. Not only is his cock still in his fist, but his pants are crumpled in a pile on the ground beside him. Naked from the waist down, he winks at me. “Told you it would work.”