Chapter 30 #2
“H-hold on!” Mercy covers her blushing face as I tear open the package with my teeth and carefully roll the condom on Kane’s dick. He twitches in my palm, so I give him a gentle tug to test his response. A full-bodied shudder rolls down his spine.
He’s fucking ready.
We both turn to Mercy. “If you don’t want to, Kitten, he can fuck me instead.
Maybe it’ll help if you watch first.” It won’t be the same because I don’t have a pussy, but it’ll give her an idea of the stretch needed to fit him.
We had to practice before I could take him all the way.
Mercy might not be able to fit him inside all at once.
She needs to understand that or she’ll risk crushing disappointment if it doesn’t happen on the first try.
Biting the inside of her cheeks, she puffs out a breath.
“I want to, okay!” She pushes herself up onto her elbows.
“But I’ve never—I mean, I’ve only ever been with Sam, and he’s not…
as big.” Her gaze flits between both of our dicks.
“Zane’s is closer in size, so that should be fine, but Kane’s—” The flush on her cheeks spreads down the side of her neck. “I’ve never seen one that big before.”
I doubt she’s seen many dicks in her lifetime.
“Don’t inflate his ego too much,” I tease, smacking Kane’s back. “Or his dick will get even bigger.”
Mercy squeaks like a goddamn church mouse.
I bust out laughing. “I’m joking! It won’t grow any more!” Until he’s about to come, but she doesn’t need to know that part.
Kane pulls me in for a heated kiss, throwing me completely off guard.
He takes advantage of my surprise and pulls me into his lap, quickly grinding his erection against my ass.
“Want me to take care of you first?” He kneads my cheeks and presses the tip of his cock to my hole without giving me any time to adjust. Fire courses through my veins as he sucks a bruise onto my neck.
That doesn’t sound too bad, actually, except—“Your fucking hands,” I hiss, smacking his arm. “Did you get the paint off?”
He chuckles.
That’s a fucking no.
“You like when I mark you,” he teases, nipping my shoulder. “He likes a little pain with his pleasure.”
My face flames bright red. “Don’t tell her that!”
“But it’s true.”
Shoving Kane’s forehead, I push him away so that I can get some air. “Mercy,” I gasp, arching my back to check over my shoulder. “What do you want to—”
Oh, fuck.
She’s rubbing her thighs together and clutching her breasts in both hands, her skin flushed a pretty pink from her hairline to her chest. The splotches of paint on her body are as stubborn as the man who put them there. I choke on my next breath as Kane smacks my ass and growls.
“Let me fuck you, Zane. She likes it.”
No one can argue with that astute observation.
While Kane grabs the lube, I crawl back over to Mercy. “Don’t think that we’ve forgotten about you.” Her eyes widen as I climb on top of her and pin her to the mattress with my forearm. “Kane’s just excited that you’re here.”
He smacks my ass as he pushes up onto his knees behind me. “You’re excited too, jackass.”
I can’t deny it. I’m damn near breathless from the adrenaline rushing through my body.
Mercy stares up at me, her honeyed eyes darker than I’ve ever seen before. “Your arm,” she murmurs, touching my elbow. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
There’s enough going on that I can ignore the ache. Besides, the break wasn’t that bad. “I’m fine,” I assure her, repositioning myself so that I’m a little more comfortable. But with a woman beneath me and a man lining up behind me, there isn’t much room for me to maneuver.
“We can switch places,” she offers, trying to sit up. “Lie down.”
How sweet.
Ignoring her, I drag my fingertips down her chest and carefully avoid touching her tits. She’s burning up, and we’ve barely gotten started. I bet if I reach lower… Sliding my hand down her body, I push her thighs apart, eager to feel how turned on she is.
My fingertips slip right over her swollen clit, making it impossible not to play with her. She’s soaked down there.
“Zane!” she gasps, grabbing my good arm. “Ah!”
Kane rumbles behind me. “Get her nice and wet for me.” Spreading my cheeks, he drips lube down my crack and rubs it in with the tip of his dick. “Need me to eat you out?”
“No.” I shiver as he teases my hole. “I’m ready.”
So fucking ready.
As he pushes the first inch inside, he adds a generous amount of lube to ease the glide. “I could use my fingers,” he offers, caressing my lower back. “I can clean the paint off.”
“No.” I take a deep breath. “I want your dick.” As I adjust to his size, I bury my face in Mercy’s tits and groan. Kane pulls back only to push another inch in, then another, slowly building into a rhythm.
“Ohhh,” Kane moans, holding me still. “Look at her face, babe. Look.”
I take a deep breath and tilt my face up.
Sometime between when Kane first thrust inside of me until now, Mercy started rubbing her clit on the heel of my palm.
Head tossed back, raven locks spread like a dark halo on the pillow, she parts her lips on a silent O as she shimmies her hips and stares directly into Kane’s eyes.
Moving my wrist, I slip two fingers inside her heat.
“Imagine that he’s fucking you, Kitten,” I rasp, plunging my fingers in time with Kane’s shallow thrusts.
“He’s being so gentle.” My cock leaks onto the bedsheet, rubbing the soft fabric every time Kane pushes forward.
I wish I were inside of her. She’s molten to the core, smoldering hot and so wet that it’s dripping down her crack.
I play with her pussy until I can hear how wet she is, curling my fingers and finding that spot that makes her squirm.
Kane picks up the pace, spurred on by Mercy’s frantic moaning.
I push back onto him, gasping as he hits my perfect spot.
“Fuck,” I whimper, clenching my eyes shut.
Pleasure shoots down my spine with each drag of his cock, and I bite down on Mercy’s breast to stifle my moans.
I come first, pumping thick ropes of cum onto the sheets.
It sticks to my skin and makes a huge mess, but Mercy’s just as dirty as I am, sweating from head to toe and trembling so hard that I can’t hold her still.
“Fuck, Siren, fuck,” Kane groans, shoving his cock all the way inside my ass.
I cry out at the sudden stretch, but it’s Mercy who convulses, whimpering as my hand plunges deeper inside of her pussy.
With a groan, I sweep the pad of my thumb across her clit and jerk my wrist, knowing that she’s close, needing to watch her come, aching to feel her wrap around my fingers—
The moment Mercy comes, she holds her breath. Her thighs convulse and she claws my shoulders, scratching angry red marks into my skin. Kane slams his cock inside of me and grunts as he blows his load immediately after her, burying his seed as deep as it will go.
All three of us are a panting, sweaty mess as we collapse on top of each other, my boyfriend careful to roll onto his back and pull me with him. He doesn’t speak, but he trails his palm down my broken arm in a silent question: does it hurt?
I kiss his shoulder. Yeah, it hurts, but everything else feels so fucking good that a little pain can’t eclipse how light my heart feels.
Mercy reaches for me and takes my hand, holding my gaze as she smiles sweetly.
Strands of her hair stick to her forehead and neck like spiderwebs, weaving the story of tonight across her skin.
Kane takes Mercy’s hand and pulls her into my side, reaching over me to cradle the back of her head and kiss her hard, groaning into her mouth. He’s still thinking about round two.
My cock twitches.
I’m still thinking about round two.
“Shower first,” I grumble, pinching Kane’s thigh. “And new sheets.” I am not sleeping in cum tonight. Not when we have a guest.
Grinning as he pulls away from Mercy, Kane chuckles. “Fine. We’ll shower, then we’ll fuck.” He presses a tender kiss to Mercy’s cheek before leaning down to kiss my lips. “We have all night together.”
I stare into my lover’s eyes, knowing that this one night could easily turn into more exactly like this one. It’s a dangerous path—one that we’ve never gone down before. I squeeze his hand, and he squeezes mine back.
“Yeah,” I agree. “We can take our time.”
Kane’s smile, radiant and warm and so full of life, takes my breath away. He kisses me soft and slow before turning to Mercy and doing the same, humming happily as we both reciprocate. A blush dusts my cheeks as I watch them linger in the kiss, drawing out the moment as much as possible.
The pressure in my chest, that feeling of something heavy building and building until it explodes, is decidedly quiet.
I don’t know when the change happened or how, but I understand that it’s because of Mercy—or more accurately, because of how she handles Kane.
There’s a softness to her gaze, her touch, that he deserves more than anyone.
I used to think that she would eclipse me entirely. Block me out like the moon overlapping the sun. But then they both turn to me and drag me into their orbit. Not pushing me out or throwing me down, but making room so that their love can overflow onto me, too.
Everything clicks into place. The reason why Kane can’t let Mercy go. Why Sam’s been insufferable about keeping her safe. How Samuel could wait years before making a move. Why I’ve been so painfully jealous every time Mercy walks into the room.
Love is a double-edged sword.
It’s the one thing no one wants to lose. The one thing worth fighting for. The one thing people will go to any lengths to protect.
A weakness. A strength.
Or even a liability, wrapped in pretty red ribbon, soft sighs, and starlight eyes.