Have Mercy (6 page)

But stopping was the last thing on his mind.

Mercy's breasts quivered as he neared. Her liquid gaze never left his. Trent eased his fingers from her cunt and wiped her juices over her belly. Ike crawled onto the bed between their open thighs. Trent wrapped his hand around Ike's erection, stroking him in a corkscrew motion like nothing Ike had ever felt before. He braced his arms on either side of them and rocked into the caress, each time nudging Mercy's pussy a little more.

The mattress dipped with Robert's weight. Trent and Mercy froze. Hard breaths from the other three matched Ike's. It made him feel good that they were as unsure as he was.

He rubbed the back of his finger over Mercy's clit. Her body clenched around Trent, tearing a groan from the man. Ike eased his finger inside her, feeling the heat of the other man's cock through the thin membrane. Trent clutched her breasts and rolled his hips forward. Ike hesitated, then dared to brush against Trent's smooth, dark balls. They twitched and tightened, hugging the man's body.

More cool lube touched Ike's anus. He writhed against the fingers that readied him, then bent forward for his first taste of male.

Ike indulged Mercy first, suckling her swollen clit while he finger-fucked her, making sure he rubbed along the hard ridge of Trent's cock. He slipped lower, tunneling his tongue inside her while he kneaded Trent's balls, and Robert fondled Ike's.

His eyes rolled back as he gasped. Sensation overwhelmed him. All the condoms and cock rings in the world wouldn't have kept him from coming if one of them fisted his penis now.

Ike pulled in control a thread at a time. Then he dared...and licked Trent's balls. Trent thrust into Mercy with a strangled cry. Ike circled his thumb over Mercy's clit and pumped his ass against Robert's fingers. Guttural moans merged into one.

Mercy clamped one hand on his shoulder, digging her nails deep, and gasped. "Stop. I'm going to come."

"Me, too," Trent panted.

Ike raked his mouth away and poised himself over the couple, aiming his dick at the portal to her sweet, tight pussy. Robert wrapped one hand around Ike's hip. His fingers flexed as if he, too, were trying to rein in a little control. Ike wished he could see him.

"We need wall-sized mirrors," Ike told them.

Mercy smiled and draped her arm around his neck. "Oh yes." Her face glowed with...

Ike didn't know what. She just glowed, and it made him feel like a god. "Let's do this."

Mercy and Trent gave short nods. Behind Ike, Robert guided his cock toward Ike's anus. Ike lifted his ass higher, trying to give Robert better access, and slipped inside Mercy's cunt. The dick buried in her ass made her extra tight. Ike gulped with every inch he eased into her heat. Then he froze when he reached the hilt.

Trent's penis throbbed against Ike's. Balls cushioned balls, hard yet at the same time soft. Robert shifted forward, pushing his erection into Ike's ass with slow, steady pressure. The muscle contracted of its own volition, then relaxed and let him in. Pleasure rippled from Ike's core in ever-increasing waves. He wanted to move. He wanted to freeze the moment in time--everything at once--especially when his testicles became sandwiched between those of the other two men.

Robert's hand shook as he wrapped the other one around Ike's hip. Ike's arms quivered from the effort to keep from crushing Mercy and Trent. Her nipples still thrust into his chest like marbles.

Trent slid his hand around her breast and rolled a nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mercy's mouth gaped with a silent gasp. She brushed her hand downward, until her fingers were nestled on her clit. That seemed to be the signal they'd all been waiting for.

The men thrust, one following the other, like a wondrous machine coming to life. Ike could feel the energy pulse around them. They started slow and gentle, each taking extra care with their other partners. With every stroke, their moves fell into the rhythm of the other. The need for control made it all the more pleasurable, setting every nerve in Ike's body on the edge of orgasm.

Ike wanted to hang on, wanted them to all come together. The tightness of Mercy's cunt, the stroke of Trent's cock against his, Robert's thrust, and the heat...
Oh my God, the heat.

He plunged deep and let himself go in a cry that sounded more animal than human. Fire shot from his cock. All he could hear was his rasping growl. His teeth clenched. The tendons in his neck strained to the breaking point, and still he kept coming.

Another shout joined his as Robert thrust forward. He pivoted with the orgasm, and Ike couldn't help gyrating with him.

Mercy's nails dug into his neck. She froze. Trent's climax beat hers by a mere second. She shuddered between them, pelvic muscles squeezing the last drop of jism from Ike's body. The pleasure ebbed with gentle petting, a silent thank you.

One by one they disentangled and collapsed onto the bed.

* * * *

Kisses down her body pulled Mercy awake to Ike's touch and then his sexy smile. They'd fallen asleep shortly after Trent and Robert had said their good nights and begged for another meeting soon. She couldn't believe how wonderfully the night had turned out. She combed her fingers through his thick, soft hair.

"That was amazing." Mercy had never felt more sated in her life.

"Most definitely." Braced on his forearms, he covered her body and brushed his thumbs over her cheeks. "I've never felt freer, safer. Guess I won't be needing to search for a local BDSM club anymore. What more could a man want when he has you?"

The guy really knew how to make a woman's heart soar. Mercy was damn glad she'd stuck to her plan. And now?

"I think we're due for a hot shower, don't you?"

"You wash mine, and I'll wash yours."

She laughed lightly. "A man after my own heart. Then we can have our way with each other in my bedroom...and discuss those mirrors you'd like to have installed."

Ike's eyes sparkled. "Oh, baby. Have mercy."

Erotic romance author Caitlyn Willows weaves deep emotions and sizzling sensuality into her action-filled stories. Believing life is to be lived and felt, not merely watched, Willows delivers real-to-life characters in unforgettable tales of love, adventure, and always steamy passion.

Caitlyn Willows's email address is [email protected].

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