No Mercy

by Cheyenne McCray

  “You are the most precious thing to have ever happened in my life.” He kept her arms over her head as he pressed gentle kisses to first one eyelid then the other, then each cheek, and the tip of her nose. “I’ve missed you so damn much.”

  Her heart pounded faster at his words that echoed what she felt, too.

  His mouth found hers again and she felt the tightly reined desire within him. But he refused to set it free, insistent on taking his time with her.

  “Let me touch you.” Her words didn’t come easy, she was breathing so hard. “I need to touch you.”

  “As long as you promise not to try to rip my clothes off again.” He gave her a smile that did amazing things to her belly. “Can’t have you taking advantage of me.”

  She couldn’t help but smile in return. “I don’t promise anything of the sort.”

  He released her wrists and she slid her hands into his short hair, wanting to clench her fingers in the strands and guide him to her breast so he could suck her nipple. But she let him go at his own pace, sighing and moaning with every kiss, every touch.

  She moved her hands to his shoulders, feeling the power rippling through him as he shifted between her thighs. She moved her hands down until she grasped his massive biceps that bulged as he held his bodyweight off her, his hands braced to either side of her shoulders. His biceps hadn’t been nearly as big when she’d known him before and she liked how he’d filled out over the years. Liked it a lot. Maturity did something to a man that made him so much more desirable.

  He slid his lips along the column of her throat until he reached the hollow at the base. When he placed a soft kiss there, she shuddered from the growing need within. He moved so that he had one hand on the mattress while he used his other to trail his fingers down to the V of the robe.

  She bit her lower lip, barely holding herself back from begging him to hurry. Begging him to take her now.

  He took his time, skimming his knuckles over her skin, down to the valley between her breasts. He pushed aside her robe, exposing one breast. The areola puckered, her nipple tightening beneath his gaze. He circled the darker skin around her nipple with his finger before moving his hand to the other side of the robe. He undid the simple knot on her robe and slid the material aside, fully releasing both breasts and leaving her completely bare. They felt full and ripe, her nipples so ready for his mouth and his tongue.

  When they’d been teenagers, making love had been wonderful and special. But he had never made love so reverently to her as he was now.

  “Your breasts are as beautiful as I remember them.” He lowered his head and slipped her nipple into his warm mouth.

  She gripped his biceps as she gasped and arched her back, barely realizing she was doing it. He circled her nipple with his tongue then sucked it again. He spent time licking and teasing her, drawing out her arousal.

  He moved his lips to her other breast and drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked. She was so aroused that tears burned at the corners of her eyes. Tears of want, of need, of desire. He took his time, sucking her nipple then trailing his tongue around the areola.

  Her hands slid down his biceps to his forearms as he rose and settled on his haunches between her thighs.

  The dark look of need in his eyes made her breath catch. The movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed was the only sign that he was barely holding on to his control.

  He helped her maneuver her arms out of the robe, then slipped it out from beneath her and tossed it onto the floor.

  “Let me see you.” Her voice trembled, afraid he would deny her. “Please.”

  He crooked his finger. “Come here.”

  She got to her knees in front of him and reached for his T-shirt as he raised his arms. He helped her pull the T-shirt over his head and he dropped it to the floor.

  A sigh of pleasure escaped her as she looked at the sheer male beauty of him. She skimmed her fingers over his broad shoulders, down his muscular torso, and over his flat nipples.

  She frowned when she saw scars and wounds that had not been there before. One looked like an old bullet wound, another a thick scar from what had probably been a serrated blade.

  “You’ve been injured.” She traced her fingers over another scar on his chest.

  He caught her hand in his and held it to his heart. “Hazard of the job.”

  She bit her lip and continued over his rippled abs, and on to his belt buckle.

  He moved back and eased off the bed to his feet, and he started to unbuckle his belt.

  “Let me.” She followed him until she was standing in front of him, and then reached for him.

  Dylan sucked in his breath as the warmth of Belle’s fingers skimmed the waistband of his jeans. She seemed intent on opening him like a Christmas package without tearing the wrapping. He wanted her to just rip it all off him.

  He did his best to relax. He wanted to take his time with her and he should allow her to do the same with him.

  She unfastened his belt buckle before reaching for the button to his jeans. Her hands were steady as she pushed the button through its hole and then pulled down the zipper.

  He let out his breath when the jeans no longer strangled his raging erection. His need for her was so great, however, that he felt only minimal relief. She pushed the jeans down his hips to the floor and she crouched as he stepped out of them and she threw the jeans on top of his T-shirt. She peeled off his boxer briefs, freeing his cock, and got rid of his underwear with the rest of his clothing.

  As she sat on her haunches, she stroked his skin with butterfly touches. Her touch drove him nearly out of his mind as she moved her fingers from his hips and down past his groin. She seemed so focused on touching all of him. She avoided his cock as she continued to run her palms along his thighs to his knees and then calves.

  “You’re so muscular now.” She said the words with a sigh. “So big. I loved your body before, but I love the man you’ve become.”

  He wanted to say something, but words stuck in his throat as she rose to her knees, her mouth close to his erection.

  “And this.” She smiled as she traced her finger from the head of his cock to his balls. “I’ve missed this.”

  His heart pounded in a way it never had when he’d been with other women. Every woman he’d ever been with had been nothing more than a lay to ease an ache that had never left him when Belle ran from him. He had chosen older women who loved sex and he’d hoped each woman hadn’t expected more from him than that.

  He tended to chase women away with his gruffness and he’d been told his arrogance had sent many in the opposite direction, too. He hadn’t minded that. It kept women from getting attached to him. He hadn’t wanted any attachments over the years. Maybe he’d been afraid to lose a woman like he’d lost Belle.

  Or maybe he’d been waiting for her to come back. Praying for her to come back.

  She lightly held his cock as she ran her tongue from the base to the tip. She circled the head in a way that caused him to clench his fists at his sides. A burst of jealousy shot through him as she fondled his balls and continued to lick his erection up and down before circling the head again with her tongue. Where had she learned that? From some other man?

  He shook off the thoughts and focused on Belle. Beautiful, precious Belle.

  He wanted her mouth over his cock, wanted to feel the wet warmth. Instead, she went for his balls, lightly running her fingers over them before bringing her lips close, darting her tongue out to lick them. She slid one of his balls into her mouth and lightly sucked.

  It was one of the most erotic sensations he’d ever experienced. He slipped his fingers into her hair as he watched her. The silkiness of her hair in his hands added to the feel of her paying such close attention to his balls.

  She licked a path from his balls to the base of his erection. She continued up to the head of his erection, then looked up at him as she slipped his cock into her mouth.

  Her gaze held his as she took
him deep into her mouth. Mesmerized, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she swirled her tongue at the same time she moved her head up and down. He felt the power of an orgasm building in his groin, heat from that one location threatening to explode.

  She let him slide out of her mouth and licked her lips as he watched, his cock almost at the bursting point. “Can you still come more than once?” Her words sounded like a purr.

  He gritted his teeth and had to nod before he could get anything out. “Yes, baby.”

  “Perfect.” She gave him a sultry smile. “I want to swallow every drop.”

  Hell yes. He wanted to come in her mouth almost as much as he wanted to climax in her pussy.

  She wrapped her fingers around the girth of his erection and lowered her head. She worked her hand up and down the base of his cock as she slid her mouth over the length of him, taking him all the way to the back of her throat.

  “God, that feels good, Belle.” He liked saying her name. It made him feel even closer to orgasm.

  She swirled her tongue as she moved him in and out and then she made a low purring sound again. This time the vibrations went straight through his cock.

  He bit back a shout as his orgasm erupted within him. His come shot into Belle’s mouth as she continued to suck him. He shuddered from the power of the climax, feeling it through his whole body.

  For a moment it left him feeling weak, almost as if he might not be able to remain standing much longer. Had it been anyone else, he could have controlled it, but seeing her on her knees before him, giving him pleasure like that, he just hadn’t been able to hold off.

  He caught her by the shoulders and brought her to her feet. She was licking her lips as she smiled at him. “That was so good.”

  “You’re telling me,” he managed to get out, and she gave him a naughty grin.

  He scooped her up in his arms. “You know what they say about paybacks.”

  She laughed as she clung to him. God, how she’d loved taking him in her mouth and giving him pleasure. And his taste had been incredible.

  He laid her down on the center of the bed and moved so that he was over her. His cock was hard again and she marveled at his stamina.

  His eyes seemed to burn hot as he looked down at her. “Roll onto your belly.”

  She gave him a sexy smile. “You want to take me from behind?”

  He slid off the bed. “Roll over. I’ll be right back.”

  She did as he instructed her to and rested her head on her hands. She watched his back, enjoying the sight of his muscular ass and his muscles flexing as he walked across the room and came back with something in his hand.

  When he reached her, she saw that he’d grabbed the complimentary lotion the B & B had provided and a condom packet.

  “Close your eyes.” The command was gentle but firm.

  She did as he told her, then shivered as he squeezed lotion down the length of her spine. She caught the scent of oranges. The bottle made a small thunking sound as he set it on the nightstand.

  The bed dipped with his weight as he straddled her buttocks and started massaging the lotion into her skin. “You need this.” He worked his hands over her shoulders. “You’re even more tense than I realized.”

  She sighed with pleasure as his powerful hands worked out the kinks in her muscles. “I wonder why.” She said it lightly, not wanting to take away from the moment.

  “No telling.” He massaged the base of her neck, and she was glad he played along with her.

  For those moments it was almost easy to forget all that had happened. To feel like they were the only two in the world and they had come together by the forces of fate and evil.

  Which they had. Only it might kill them all.

  It had already taken Nate and Tom, and possibly Marta.

  “You tensed again.” Dylan’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she was glad for it. “Put everything out of your mind and relax.”

  She sighed as she fell into the massage, letting herself live in the moment and forget everything else. This time she was more focused on his touch, the way his callused hands felt on her skin, the weight of him as he partially rested on her buttocks, and the way his cock lay hard and erect against her ass.

  The movement of his hands and the magic touch of his fingers lulled her into a state of relaxation. But as he eased down her body, her arousal grew.

  He eased his hands to her ass cheeks as he scooted down. He squeezed more lotion onto her skin and worked the back of her thigh. His fingers brushed her folds and an involuntary gasp escaped her. The flood of moisture between her thighs was instantaneous.

  She tried to made herself relax again as he continued to her calf, then her ankle, and her foot. Moved to her opposite foot and began to work his way up from her ankle to her calf. When he reached her thigh, he once again brushed the lips of her pussy.

  Just as she thought he was going to pass it by again, he slid two fingers into her slick channel. She made a surprised sound that turned into a moan as he moved his fingers in and out.

  “You’re so damned wet.” His words came out in a hoarse murmur. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  Again. He didn’t say the word, but it hung between them as if she could grab it and hold it close to her chest.

  He removed his fingers from within her. “Turn onto your back.”

  She rolled over and reached for him.

  He shook his head. “I’m not finished yet.”

  A moan rose up inside her. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you inside me.”

  The lotion bottle was only half full as he squirted more onto his palm. “Oh, you can wait.”

  She whimpered then sighed as he massaged more lotion into her arms and legs, completely bypassing her torso. She was so wet for him, her nipples so hard, that she had a difficult time continuing to relax.

  He moved over her again so that he was straddling her hips. She looked into his eyes, blue eyes that she had never forgotten. Some had called them icy blue, but they’d never been anything close to icy to her. She thought of them more like the blue of a summer’s day, when the sky was almost too beautiful to bear.

  She reached up and ran her fingers along his jaw. The growth of his beard felt coarse beneath her fingertips as she traced his rough features. What had life been like for him over the years? Someday he would tell her. Someday she would have the answers to all her questions.

  He gave her no more time to think as he massaged lotion on her breasts. He lightly rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. He watched her, never taking his eyes from hers. It was like he wanted to see every play of emotion across her face.

  His fingers continued to work their magic as he eased down her body, rubbing lotion on her belly. When he reached the trimmed hair on her mound, he paused to run his fingers over the short hair.

  He tossed aside the empty lotion bottle and it made a hollow sound as it hit the floor. He shifted and pushed apart her thighs with his palms and lowered his body.

  Her belly flipped and anticipation caused her entire body to tingle.

  He moved his head so his face was close to her folds and audibly inhaled. “God, I love your scent.” He swiped his tongue along her folds and watched her as he did it. “Your taste…” He growled and dove back in.

  She whimpered for more and he slid two fingers inside her again as he licked her folds and sucked her clit. She thought she’d go wild with all of the sensations that were burning her up, making her wriggle in his grasp without intending to.

  His rough stubble abraded the insides of her thighs, an erotic sensation that made her feel even more sensitive.

  He lifted her legs over his shoulders as he growled and his attention to her became even more intense. Her thighs trembled with the force of her oncoming orgasm. She could feel it rising inside her, growing stronger and stronger. Her body heated and perspiration broke out on her skin.

  His fingers were so big it was almost like a cock was pumpin
g in and out of her core while he licked her, sucked her, and took her higher.

  It was there. So close. She was on the edge, just waiting to tip over.

  He growled against her pussy and that was all it took.

  She cried out, her eyes going wide as waves of pleasure took over. She barely had the presence of mind not to scream. She gripped the bed covers in her fists, her body bucking against his face as she came hard.

  Her mind whirled, yet she could think of nothing but the sheer pleasure of the orgasm. He didn’t slow until she was thrashing, tears rolling from the corners of her eyes.

  When he finally stopped, her core continued to clench around his fingers. He withdrew them and she gave a sigh of relief.

  “That was amazing.” She kept trying to catch her breath. “It was so intense I’m not sure I could survive another one like it.”

  He grinned. “That’s just the beginning. There are plenty more where that came from.”

  She couldn’t help a smile, but it only lasted a moment. His words made it sound as if this would continue, as if they had a future together. But that would never happen.

  He rose up so that he was over her and he searched her gaze. “What’s wrong?”

  “I just want you inside me.” She was usually good at hiding her real emotions. She reached for his cock and guided it to the entrance of her core. She gave him a teasing look. “You’re just taking too damned long.”

  “We’ll just have to change that.” He lowered his head and kissed her.

  It was a long, sensual kiss, matching the pace of the night. He’d been serious when he’d said he was taking it slow with her. She’d found every moment of it so special that she knew she’d never ever experience anything like it again.

  When he’d taken her breath completely away with his kiss, he quickly donned the condom and he started to slide into her wet core. “Damn, you feel so good.” He slid in farther. “Wet and tight.”

  She gave a gasp and a cry as he filled her. Her eyes widened as she felt him stretch her and press hard inside her.

  His pace was slow and even, his eyes never leaving hers. His cock rubbed against her G-spot and she found it hard to breathe. He appeared to have a difficult time breathing too, and beads of perspiration dotted his forehead and one trickled down the side of his face.