Have Mercy - Christina Lee Page 0,76

then lower to his jaw, wishing I could leave a mark.

I loved seeing him all blissed-out like this, with swollen lips and widened pupils and the pretty streaks of color across his chest. I returned to stuffing my tongue inside him as he moaned shamelessly and begged me to fuck him already.

When the tip of my finger joined my tongue, he cursed up a storm. I added a second digit, filling his hole, my mouth once again engulfing his cock, which was hot and stiff and throbbing, providing a mind-blowing rhythm to aid the thrusts of my fingers.

He thrashed and cursed, on the verge of shooting, but I pulled back just in time to roll a condom down my shaft and sloppily apply lube. I lifted my head toward the ceiling and panted, trying to regain control of myself. I wanted to make it last, but it was too damned good.

I lined up my cock and pressed against his softened hole. Leaning forward, I offered a tender kiss. “Still sure about this?”

Our eyes met. This was it. We’d be crossing the line, and I needed to hear him give his consent out loud.

He stretched upward, brushing his lips against my throat, no doubt feeling my pulse beat erratically against his mouth. He feathered kisses across my jaw to my ear, where he nipped the lobe and rumbled, “Fuck me good, cowboy.”

Holy shit, this man would be the death of me. Readjusting my hold, I thrust shallowly at first, making sure he became adjusted to my width as he panted openly, watching me, which was so fucking sexy.

And then in one powerful drive, I was buried to the hilt. I looked down to see my cock splitting his cheeks just as I’d imagined, and my eyes nearly crossed from the intense gratification of being inside him.

Moaning, he stared into my eyes, his lips slightly parted as I snapped my hips and steadily pounded into him. I doubted anything would ever feel as good or satisfying.

Julian grabbed his cock, fondling his shaft in long, easy strokes, knowing exactly how to manipulate it. When my hand wrapped around his, he bowed his back, urging me on, as we stroked him fast and firm until his body was thrumming with need.

Pushing his legs higher, I changed the angle, and as I hit pay dirt, tapping his prostate time and again, he shuddered. “Oh fuck yeah. Right there.” He threw his head back and lost it, his come surging onto his stomach and chest, some even landing on his neck. He gripped the sheets, riding out his orgasm as he screwed his eyes shut and moaned. My balls drew up tight, my spine hot and prickling as I clutched his muscular thighs and drove upward, feeling his hot hole contract around me. A couple more thrusts and I broke apart, shooting my load deep inside him as I trembled from head to toe, my heart thrashing wildly.

Collapsing onto the sheets, I caged him in my arms, needing him closer, then buried my face in his neck and licked the salt from his skin.

His body was pliant against mine, warm and soft, and he tucked his head against my throat. “Fuck, that was…”

“Incredible.”

He hummed his approval as I kissed the top of his head.

“Thank you,” I whispered. It was the first time I had a man in my bed—a very special man—and the experience was bound to stay with me for a long time. “For one of the best nights of my life.”

25

Julian

I blinked my eyes open sometime in the middle of the night, like I needed to make sure I was indeed in Kerry’s bed, we were still alone, and that he had undoubtedly just rocked my world. I’d never had sex like that before, where I felt completely consumed by someone, and melancholy overwhelmed my chest that it might be my last. Kerry was a rare treasure. I was already pretty gone for him, that was for certain, and I wasn’t sure anyone would ever compare.

He had one arm thrown over my waist, his soft breaths feathered against my neck, and I could feel his stiff shaft digging into the small of my back. My own cock was hard, pretty much had been all night, and I couldn’t help rocking against him just a little so I could really feel him.

When he groaned in my ear, I shivered. He obviously had been sleeping as lightly as me.

When Kerry’s fingers gripped my hip and he