No Mercy

by Tory Richards

  “I’m hungry.” He leaned forward and kissed the flesh swelling above my tank, dipping his tongue deep into my cleavage.

  Ohmygod! A whimper escaped me and I eagerly thrust my chest out, inviting him to go further. His hands moved to the straps of my cami, one of which was already halfway down my arm. He slowly began to slide them down all the way, catching the material that covered my breasts along the way. The thin material caught on the hardened tips of my protruding nipples. Rock paused, our gazes collided, before he gave a last tug and my breasts popped free like little jack in the boxes.

  With a groan that resembled a sound of pain, Rock picked me up. My hands fell to his shoulders when he leaned forward and buried his face between my breasts and inhaled deeply. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen,” he rasped, taking the tip of one into his mouth. “I could suck on them all fucking day.”

  I closed my eyes and threw back my head, the feel of his mouth, his hot breath, and the scrape of facial hair building my need for him. I wanted the same feeling between my legs. The tenderness and slow exploration of his mouth grew aggressively demanding, but the tiniest pain he inflicted blossomed into enormous pleasure. I trusted Rock not to hurt me, even while he was losing control.

  After a few minutes of the sweetest torture, Rock turned and set me down on the countertop. He kept me close to the edge, between his powerful thighs. His hands cupped and massaged my breasts as we stared into each other’s eyes. I imagined that my expression matched the raw lust I saw on his. We were both breathing hard. His cock was pounding against my wet core and I scooted as close to it as I could get without ending up on the floor.

  The bastard smirked. “You want me to fuck you, babe?” He knew that I did. “You’re gonna have to say the words.” His thumbs raked over my extended nipples. “I want no mistakes that you want this as much as I do.”

  Oh, sweet Jesus! He pinched my nipples until the sharp burn traveled to my aching core. He knew what he was doing to me, I could see it on his self-assured, cocky expression. So why was I resisting, remaining stubbornly silent? I was so turned on that all it would take was a flick of his finger in the right place and I’d be coming all over him. I moaned deeply when he dug his boner into my covered pussy.

  God, he was big, and long, and wide, and I wanted him.

  “I hate you.”

  He snorted. “No you don’t. You hate submitting to me.”

  He was right. Before I knew what he was going to do he dropped to his knees and put his hands on my thighs. I caught my breath. A hiss left him when he leaned forward and sniffed my scent. I knew that I was wet. I could feel it, and I could smell the scent of sex between us. My heart was beating out of control and I thought I would faint when Rock placed his open mouth on me. Instinctively I parted my legs more so that he had better access.

  His tongue moved along the thin covering over my pussy. I could easily come like this, but I knew what Rock was waiting for. He would only go so far without hearing the words he’d demanded from me. I knew that I was going to say what he wanted to hear, because to say no now would be torture for me. I was too turned on not to go all the way, and the truth was, I wanted to feel his cock inside me again.

  I opened my mouth to tell him this when he tugged my sleep shorts off with a violent move. My breath locked in my throat, my eyes grew large, meeting his as he looked up at me. Gazes locked, I felt his finger tease the lips to my pussy, flicking up and down the seam until I was squirming. I wanted him to put his tongue there, and as if something had passed between us he did just that. A tease that promised ecstasy.

  “Yes!” I hissed out, arching back. My hands went to his hair when his tongue breached me, penetrating deep. “Fuck me, Rock. I need you!”

  His hands clenched into the flesh of my thighs and he buried his face into my pussy. I was helpless to do anything but lean back and enjoy his skill. I dug my nails into Rock’s shoulders, unable to control my actions as he ate me out with the relish of a man who until now had been denied food.

  A flame ignited inside my core. I began to rotate my hips, seeking deeper contact, trying to get his tongue where I needed it most. My clit was throbbing, and I unconsciously reached down to give it attention. That’s when I realized that Rock knew what I’d wanted all along. I barely got in a couple of rubs before he gripped my wrist and pinned it down on the counter.

  “No, baby, you don’t touch that clit.” His mouth glistened with my juices. “I’ll get to it when I’m damned good and ready.”

  “Bastard!” I gasped out passionately, writhing.

  His grin met the humor in his eyes. “You’ve kept me long enough from your sweet cunt, and I intend to take my time with you.”

  I didn’t see it that way. He’d chosen to distance himself from me all because of one statement I’d made in the heat of anger. I opened my mouth to blast him when he planted a tender kiss on my mound. I sucked in a breath, watching while he nibbled his way from the inside of one thigh to the other, ending his travels with a rough lick over my clit.

  I cried out, my whole body quivering from that one action. I was so close. “Rock!” He released my wrist and I buried both hands into his hair, scraping his scalp with my nails. He groaned, and went back to tonguing my pussy. Soon he added a finger, aiming straight for the soft patch of nerves right inside my pussy that added intensity to every orgasm. At the same time his mouth latched on to my clit, sucking it like he had my nipples.

  I arched against his mouth wildly, releasing a loud-mouthed sound. Fire erupted from my core and fanned out to all the pleasure points in my body, a lightning strike of energy that could destroy me if I let it, and I wanted to let it. It would be a heavenly demise. Right now Rock had the power to take me there, only he seemed content to keep torturing me. But then it happened, that feeling of no turning back as the tidal wave of sensation rushed forward, taking everything in its path.

  “Ro-Rock!”

  He moved and I wanted to scream, but in the next second his cock was penetrating my body and sliding all the way home. When had he undone his pants? It didn’t matter. Rock was gifted with a big cock, wide in girth and long, a solid bar of steel covered in satiny flesh riddled with prominent veins that pulsed with arousal. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, content now that the itch was being scratched. His invasion into my pussy tipped my orgasm over the line and I climaxed hard.

  His mouth covered mine, swallowing the scream that rose up my throat. His tongue fucked my mouth, there was no other word for it, as my pussy swelled and flexed around his pulsing shaft. His grunt revealed his pleasure, and he began to move before my return trip from heaven. His movement gave new energy to my waning orgasm, turning me into a twisting, mindless, whimpering mess against him. I slipped my hands beneath his cut and clawed at the muscles flexing in his back.

  “Fuck, baby!” He tore his mouth from mine. “Make it hurt,” he surprised me by saying. “Because I’m gonna tear you up!” His thrusting turned fast and hard. “You’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to be able to hold out long.”

  I didn’t care. Each time he bottomed out I clenched my muscles tightly, trying to hold his cock inside. I kissed all around his open mouth, finally taking his bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a rough tug. He groaned, and punished me by grinding his mouth down on mine until I tasted blood. I wasn’t sure whose. I returned his forceful kiss, showing Rock that I could and would take everything he could give me, and eagerly. Fucking him was intense, and any pain always turned into the utmost, over the top, pleasure.

  “Rock, please−” I wasn’t even certain what I was asking for, except that I’d reached a point where the pleasure seemed overwhelming. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the wetness I felt running down between my butt crack, his hot, wet mouth on mine, and his hands squeezing my breasts, all felt too fucking good. Intense, like I was going to explode into a thousand tiny pieces.

  Most of all I focused on the feel of him thrusting in and out of my
body with the speed and precision of a high-tech power tool, drilling me toward an earth-shattering conclusion. Fucking Rock wasn’t just about the needs of our bodies, or the pleasures derived from it. It was so much more than that. It was about claiming and ownership, and admitting, without saying the words, that we were it for each other. Anyone else was an insignificant distraction that wouldn’t last.

  “Whose dick is inside you?” Rock rasped around my bouncing breasts.

  “Yours,” I whispered, wiggling my hands beneath his pants and gripping the taut cheeks of his butt. God, they were hard.

  His breathing picked up. “Whose mouth is on your tits?”

  “Yours.” I shivered when his tongue licked my nipple.

  He began to grunt, thrusting harder, faster, the head of his cock jabbing against my cervix. I panted for breath, whimpering with pleasure as I sensed that he was about to come. I clenched my fingers into his flesh, letting a finger dip into the puckered hole of his anus. An animalistic growl erupted from him, and he stiffened, before exploding deep inside my body.

  His orgasm set off mine. I bit down on his shoulder to keep my scream from carrying upstairs to our sleeping son.

  “Fuuucck!” Rock grunted, convulsing out jets of cum against my cervix. He was breathing heavy through his nose against my breast. “Whose cum is inside your body?” he asked when he could talk.

  “Yours,” I whispered. It dawned on me that we’d forgotten to use protection again.

  He pulled away slightly and looked down into my eyes. His filled with amusement. “You still hungry for pickles?”

  I’d forgotten all about my reason for being in the kitchen so late, but I did know one thing, I wasn’t hungry for food anymore. “No.”

  “Good.” He stepped back and I groaned at the separation when his cock slid from my still- tingling pussy. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” He easily swung me up into his arms.

  As he carried me up the stairs I made a mental note to bleach the countertops the next day.

  Chapter 20

  Rock

  At first I thought it was a noise that woke me, but I soon realized that it was because I’d reached for Allie in my sleep and had found the spot next to me empty. The next thing I realized was that it was morning, and I knew she’d gotten up to get Sam off to school. I rolled onto my back and stretched, surprised that my dick was standing straight up. I was used to morning wood, but it was a miracle it wasn’t dead. Allie’s sweet pussy had worn it out.

  I’d worn her out, too. Nothing had been off limits and I’d made sure to leave my mark on her everywhere that I could. She wouldn’t be happy when she saw it, but I didn’t give a fuck. I grinned, wrapping my hand around the base of my dick, thinking about all the times we’d fucked. The room reeked of sex, and we’d left plenty of bodily fluids on my sheets. I gave my dick a pull, and groaned. No fucking way I was going to rub one off after all the pounding it’d done the night before. A long piss would deflate its ego.

  I grabbed a quick shower before throwing on some jeans and heading down stairs. Halfway down I heard Allie talking and realized that she was on the phone. I assumed it was one of the girls, since they had planned a night out.

  “It hasn’t been that long, Tom.” She laughed softly. I came to a stop at the bottom of the stairs. “Sam’s only been in school a week, and−” Apparently he’d cut her off. “Of course I do, but−” She stopped again. “I miss you, too.” Her comment pissed me off, but then she said, “Maybe it’s for the best if you move on. I don’t see us returning to Cedar Key. Rock wants him in his life, and I want Sam to know his dad . . . No, I don’t know what that means for me. Yes we’re staying with him temp−Tom, I don’t want to hurt you but I told you in the beginning that friendship might be all we ever have…Tom, please don’t be like this−”

  It sounded to me like Tom was giving her a hard time, and I decided that it was time to make my presence known. I cleared my throat, stepping off the bottom step. Allie turned, our eyes met, and she offered me a little smile. Her expression was filled with regret, and there was a questioning look in her eyes. Was she wondering how much I’d heard?

  “I need to go. I’m really sorry you feel that way, sorry for the way things worked out between us.”

  My brows shot up at that comment. What the fuck did that mean? She ended the call and set her phone down.

  “Good morning.” Her tone was light, almost shy. “That was Tom.”

  I was surprised she’d volunteered the information. “Seems he’s having a hard time letting go,” I said, letting her know that I’d heard enough to come to that conclusion. She shrugged. I decided to get right to the point. “I’m interested, Allie, what exactly are you sorry for?” I tried to contain my growing anger at the thought that she might be sorry they hadn’t been more than friends.

  The silence told me that she was thinking carefully about her response. She pressed her pretty lips before replying. “Tom was good to both of us.”

  “He wanted inside your pussy,” I said crudely. She blushed and didn’t seem to have anything to say to that. “Is that what you wanted?”

  “No. It was never about me, Rock. It’s always been about Sam, and doing what was right for him.”

  “Are you saying that you don’t have feelings for that asshole?”

  She gave me a dirty look. “I have feelings for him, just not the kind he wanted.”

  I thought about the phone call and her end of it. “Is he going to be a problem?”

  She shook her head. “No, Tom’s not like that. He’s angry now, he’s hurt, but I’m sure in time he’ll move on.”

  “You mean he’s a pussy. Not willing to fight for what he wants.”

  Her face turned red. “You have no right to judge him.”

  “I came after you, didn’t I?” I stepped closer to her. “I’m willing to fight for what I want, baby.”

  “And you want Sam.”

  I had a feeling that she was looking for more. Did she want to hear me admit that I wanted her, too? Why the fuck did it matter so much for a woman to hear the words, didn’t actions speak louder? After last night I’d have thought she had her proof, but then, fucking didn’t mean shit without the feelings. And right now it wasn’t about feelings. We still had shit between us that needed to be resolved.

  “Yeah, babe, I want Sam.” And I also wanted his mother. I didn’t say that, though.

  I reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back and slamming my mouth down on hers. Her small hand fell upon my chest, and as the kiss intensified I felt the sting of her nails as she curled her fingers into my flesh. It turned me hard, and with a groan I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She opened hers willingly, her small tongue meeting mine as we tasted each other’s mouths. Coffee and something sweeter tantalized my taste buds, adding heat to my blood.

  Her sweet moans filled my ears, and I knew that if I didn’t pull back soon I’d fuck her again right there on the kitchen counter. I had to get to the club, but my pounding dick begged for time to make him happy. It suddenly seemed like the perfect way to start my day, and I walked Allie backwards to the wall. She was wearing a pair of shorts, the soft loose kind, and a tee that revealed her tits weren’t contained in a bra.

  She grunted when her back came in contact with the wall. I wasn’t gentle in getting her where I wanted or in getting from her what I wanted. And it didn’t seem as if she minded. She thrust her little body against me, working her hips like a fucking pro. With one hand on my chest her other moved between us and she began to rub my hard-on. God, she made me hot so fucking fast. I was afraid of hurting her.

  “Take my dick out,” I rasped against her lips before locking my mouth to hers again. The feel of her little hand circling my dick almost made me come right there. I thrust into her palm, pulling away from her mouth and gritting my teeth. “Fuck that feels good.”

  My hands went to her tits and I massaged them roughly before pulling up her tee and exposin
g them. Soft satin globes filled my hands, her erect nipples as hard as glass. I rolled them, pinched and then bit at them, causing a series of moans and whimpers from Allie.

  “Where do you want my cum, baby? Your mouth or your cunt?” My heart was going to explode from my chest it was beating so fast.

  She pulled back enough to look down at my dick. The head was purple and dripping pre-cum, while the rest was pulsing on its own in her palm. She licked her lips. I groaned, and then she dropped to her knees. She had no sooner hit the floor than she closed her mouth over me. Fuck! My thighs quivered, and I threw my head back and closed my eyes. There was no way to explain the fucking exquisite feeling of being inside Allie’s warm, wet mouth, while her teeth and tongue loved my dick, and she sucked it as if it was her favorite lollipop.

  Every minute thing she did felt intensified by a thousand degrees, and more than once she nearly brought me to my knees. She dragged a long groan out of me while she was licking and sucking my balls. But what really got to me was the feel of her hand moving between my legs to my ass, and her finger teasing my anus. I looked down at her, twisted my hand in her hair to hold her where I wanted her, and bucked wildly into her mouth.

  “You want my cum in your mouth, baby?” I gritted out between my teeth. She nodded without looking up. “You gonna swallow it all?” Again she nodded. “Then get ready, because I’m coming.”

  She was sucking hard. My balls drew up tight, and I knew they were getting ready to release. I fucked Allie’s mouth deeply, making her take all of me. She knew how to work her throat muscles so that her throat was literally squeezing around my dick and milking it. I was so fucking close. “Fuck, baby!” I groaned, my balls releasing their load. Allie slipped her finger inside my anus, and I jerked convulsively, sending more cum down her throat. “Aaaggghhhh!”

  I was panting heavily, one palm against the wall in an effort to stay on my feet, my other hand clenched in Allie’s hair. Realization set in that I might be hurting her. I glanced down and released my grip. As she let me slip from her mouth she cleaned my dick off with her tongue, and then glanced up at me with a mouth that was swollen and glistening. Fuck, that turned me on all over again.