Have Mercy (3 page)

"I feel like a teenager on prom night," he said, as he opened the back door.

She laughed lightly, scooted inside, and peeled off her jacket. "I presume you got lucky that night?"

"We got caught by our respective coaches and were given a choice." He slid in beside her and shut the door. "Go back to the gym and take ten licks from the coaches' paddles, or have our parents told. And so began my foray into the dark side."

Her pussy clenched at the thought. "God, Ike," she gasped and crawled facedown over his lap, lifting her ass high.

"Hike that dress up and pull off those pantyhose," he ordered.

The tinkle of his belt buckle made her clit throb. Her breasts shook with every breath. The already fogged windows shielded them from view and cut the glare from the security lights.

Her heels fell to the floorboard with a soft
thunk.
Mercy wanted to be slow and sensuous, but it wasn't possible. Easing upright, she yanked the hose down and off her legs, watching as Ike laid his belt on the seat and freed a glorious erection. It was perfection. Not too big, not too small. Just right to do it all. The sound of the condom package ripping open sent shudders of anticipation down her spine and swelled her clit all the more. Long, masculine fingers rolled it into place. She licked her lips and reached for it.

Ike grabbed her arm and pulled her across his lap instead. Her long hair fell over her face, muffling her groan.

"Nice." He shoved her dress to her waist and rubbed his hand hard over her bare ass, warming it for the punishment to come. "The scent of your pussy fills my car. Best air freshener I've ever had. Spread your legs so I can see it."

She could smell herself as she did so.

"Wet, too," he said. "The light's glistening off your skin. And oh, how I love a smooth pussy." He plunged three fingers inside her and pushed against her G-spot.

Mercy tossed her head back on a groan. His thumb slipped into her anus and he used his little finger to tickle her clit.

"This is where I'm going to fuck you." He thrust his fingers in and out. She writhed with every thrust, back arched like a cat in heat.

"This is where I'm going to spank you." He kneaded her ass, then reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, while the other hand pumped into her holes.

Orgasm quaked through her. She gloried in the sweet waves of pleasure, then sank blissfully over his lap.

"Good girl." He slipped his fingers free and danced his palm over her butt. "I've wanted you from the moment I set eyes on you. What the hell took me so long?"

She was wondering that for herself. The belt buckle tinkled again. She curled her fingers around the edge of the seat. Still, the first caress of leather made her gasp in anticipation. She felt him shift when he lifted his arm to strike. Then, the first stroke fell.

"Ooooh, God."

"Shh." He wrapped his hand around her waist. "You wouldn't want us to be caught, would you?" Two more strokes licked fire over her bottom.

Her clitoris and labia swelled as if she hadn't had sex in years. Juices dripped onto his thigh. Five swats in quick succession had her writhing over him. She wiggled in a vain attempt to ride his knee to another orgasm. The hand anchoring her waist refused to let her budge. That's when she realized his cock was wedged against her hip.

She rocked into it with every taste of the belt that heated her butt. God, he could spank well. Slow, relentless, thorough, firing her pussy to the breaking point and still making her wait for it, making her want more. When Mercy was sure she'd die if she didn't come soon, he rolled her over.

He cradled her against his chest, wrapping her in comfort while his hands roamed her breasts and belly. She wished she'd taken the dress off, wished he'd yank it off her, shove her down, and fuck her until her brain shut down the rest of the way. The cock wedged into her lower back promised all that and more.

"Drape your legs over my knees." He urged her thighs apart, lifting her legs to his knees.

Mercy could barely think straight. He parted his thighs once she was positioned. The scent of her pussy filled the air all the more. Her breaths were as hard as his as he spread her juices over her crotch, down her inner thighs. She melted into the caress, mesmerized by his touch. Then he shifted. Her heartbeat skipped as he wrapped his belt around his hand until only a tongue of leather remained.

"Now for that clit," he whispered in her ear and tapped the leather against her crotch.

Mercy bucked into the feeling, spreading herself wider. Each light spank pulled her higher to the crest. Just when she was certain she was at the top, he moved away and tapped the leather against her inner thighs.

"Damn you, Ike Campbell," she muttered.

He chuckled. "Promise you'll make me pay for it later?"

"I'll make you pay for it now if you don't let me come."

"Intriguing, sweetheart. Let's just say I feel your agony." He thrust his cock against her lower back and tapped her clit once more.

Mercy sighed with pleasure. "Ah yes, right there. God, I want to fuck you so hard."

"Hmm, I bet you want this more." He pressed the leather into her clit and rubbed.

Climax washed over her, the force roaring in her ears. Mercy waited until the last tremor faded, then threw herself around and onto his cock. Mercy rolled her head back in wonder at the hot penis filling her. She felt every ripple along its length, every throbbing vein.

He dug his fingers into her butt cheeks and urged her to move. Gripping the back of the seat, Mercy pivoted onto his length, fucking him as hard as he fucked her. If any passersby had any doubts before about what they were doing, they wouldn't now. The car rocked like a rowboat in a storm-tossed ocean.

And damn if she wasn't going to come again.

Her cunt muscles clutched him. With every thrust of their hips, Ike's dick grew harder. Orgasm built from deep within. She sensed he waited for her, or was she waiting for him? Then something clicked, as if a switch had been thrown. Mercy's body locked with his, frozen in that split second before climax. Release came with raw moans, like animals unleashed. They ground into each other, riding out the sensation to the body-sagging finish.

She dropped her head onto his shoulder, soaking in the circles he rubbed on her back and the sweet kisses of after-love.

"Wow," he muttered against her hair.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "I can't wait to take you home."

"Soon as we can move," he said with a small laugh.

"Don't fade on me now, big guy."

He gave her bottom a pat. "What about those rejuvenating methods and tools you bragged about? As I recall, you did say they were guaranteed to regenerate."

"I did indeed." Mercy plucked open his shirt buttons, slipped her hand inside, and pinched his nipple hard.

Ike gasped. His short nails dug into her ass. She smiled when his cock started to swell once more in her cunt.

"See?" she said and pinched him again. "I'm going to have
you
crying mercy soon."

"Oh, baby, I already am."

"Are you sure?" She squeezed her pussy around his cock and wound up taking her own breath away at the feel of him burrowed deep. "Final warning. It'll make what we've done here look like a game of patty-cake."

"That's exactly what I'm hoping for. There is one thing stopping me, though."

Mercy's heart jolted with the words. She'd pushed too far. Although she tried to tell herself it was better to know now than later, disappointment weighed her down. "And what's that?" she managed to ask.

Ike nuzzled his face into her neck. "I can't drive from the backseat, or with you riding my cock. But I will admit the thought of my penis facing the cold again after the fire in your pussy makes me want to try keeping you on it while I drive us home."

Mercy grinned. "I can't remember when I've been more uniquely flattered."

She nipped at his earlobe, then eased from his lap. Cool air sucked away the heat they'd generated. "Make sure you follow closely. I wouldn't want you to get lost."

Ike's fingers wrapped around her upper arm and held her in place. "You don't want me to drive you home?"

"I have a feeling I'll be too sated tomorrow to want to retrieve my car." She traced his lips with her tongue, then drew his bottom lip between hers in a gentle suck.

Leaving his car ranked as one of the hardest things Mercy had ever done. She'd wanted him too badly for too long, but to have him meant having him all the way. No half measures. No dancing around. She was giving him another opportunity to leave. Come the harsh light of day, she wanted no question in his mind that he'd made the choice to be with her--no excuses about having had to drive her home.

Clutching her jacket tight to ward off the February night, Mercy hurried to her car. She heard his engine start, the sound of him backing up. Headlights cast her shadow on the asphalt.

He was following.

Her heart raced with every step she took.

Ike stewed over her change of heart. It sounded like a dump job to him. She'd gotten what she wanted and planned to leave him in the dust. He was ready to say fuck it and take off when his headlights washed over her departing figure. He felt like a jerk for not offering to walk or drive her to her vehicle. Yes, it was only ten spaces down, but a gentleman would have made sure she'd gotten there safely. He'd been so startled by her perceived kiss-off, Ike hadn't thought of it.

He followed at a crawl, spotlighting her path, trying to make up for his lapse in manners. Mercy's steps didn't slow, but did shift into a nice sway of her hips, beckoning him onward, enticing him, making his cock feel as if it hadn't been fucked in centuries. He was being lured, not kicked to the curb. The knowledge tightened his balls. He wanted to jump out and take her hard on the hood of her car.

Ike stopped his car and idly stroked his penis as she slipped inside her silver Accord. He imagined her mouth surrounding him, sucking him during the drive back to her place. One hand would be buried in her thick, long hair, holding her in place while she pleasured him. If she dared pull away, that same hand could quickly lash out and warm her naked bottom.

He reached between his legs and squeezed his balls. God, what did she have planned for him tonight? This was a woman who could give as good as she got. Once on her turf, would she take charge of him? He prayed so and pulled in a shaky breath.

It'd been too long since he'd been at someone's...um...mercy. Those women he'd dated who liked a good spanking balked at the idea of returning the favor. And while they might want things shoved up their own asses, there was no way in hell he could convince any of them to go near his. Mercedes Suazo promised to be different. She could definitely talk the talk. Now if only she could deliver, she truly would be a dream come true.

The rear lights clicked on. His breath caught as a shiver coiled up from his testicles. He wanted her tongue
now.
He wanted the taste of her pussy on his lips while she warmed his ass. He wanted everything.

Ike forced his hand from his crotch and wrapped his fingers around the steering wheel as Mercedes pulled out of her parking spot. A blast of cool air from his open window kept his libido in check as he followed her home. Mercy kept a steady pace, never too far away and clearly signaling each turn she made. He felt like an animal tracking a female in heat. His mouth watered for want of her. His brain... It was a wonder Ike was able to drive--all his blood was in his groin. He sure as hell couldn't think beyond what he hoped the rest of the night would bring.

Hard breaths puffed from his mouth with every mile they put behind them. When Mercy led them beyond the rush of traffic and into a quiet residential area, blood roared in his ears with the pulse of anticipation. Somehow, he forced himself to pay attention to where they were going, so he'd not only be able to leave the warren of winding roads, but so he'd be able to return as well.

Nothing unique stood out about this neighborhood. It could have been any of the thousands that occupied the suburbs ringing Los Angeles. Ike did get a sense of privacy here, though. Houses were farther apart than in newer subdivisions. Hedges and fences divided each one, making for good neighbors, too. In the dark, everything looked neat, orderly. Every door was the portal to the secrets inside.

A garage door yawned open at the next house. Mercy pulled her car into it. Ike eased to a stop in the driveway, watching the door slowly descend. A sliver of light suddenly appeared through a gap in the living room drapes. Seconds later, the front door opened. Mercy's figure was silhouetted against the light. She leaned into the doorjamb, waiting.

Ike shoved his door open and swung from the car. The slam of the door echoed through the neighborhood. He was already halfway up the sidewalk, his penis trying its best to lead the way. Mercy backed away as he neared, her sensual smile beckoning him forward. He watched, mesmerized through a red haze of lust, as her dress fell to the floor. She stepped from it like a goddess walking from a golden pool. Her heels were gone, as were the pantyhose. The only thing under the dress was woman. No tan marks or blemishes marred her smooth skin. Her nipples were chocolate brown, puckered from a combination of cool air and hot, horny female. Dark hair marked the valley of her thighs, but he knew beyond that it was smooth, satiny, and damn wet.

He clicked the door shut behind him and locked it while he passed a worshipful gaze down her curvy body. "You are a striking woman, Mercy."

"It's nice to be appreciated."

"I plan to appreciate you as much as I can."

Her nipples hardened all the more. Ike swore he could smell her arousal fill the air, or maybe it had been forever imprinted on him from their earlier encounter. With a glance, he shifted his attention to the rest of the room, decorated in burgundies and creams with hints of evergreen woven in. Sensual, warm, it was as inviting as the woman now sprawled in the big double-wide chair.