Mercy F*uck

by K. S. Adkins

  Pillow talk wasn’t in my wheelhouse either but I found myself saying, “You can have it.”

  And then he took it. With his tongue, fingers, and even his teeth; he took all of it. Spread open wide and sitting up on my elbows to watch, coming all over Axle’s tongue was the second most beautiful moment of my life. Falling to my back to calm down, he crawled up my body, cradled my face and kissed me. “You taste like promise.”

  “Promise doesn’t have a taste,” I argue then lick my own lips. Personally, I thought I tasted salty and bland but there was no point in arguing.

  “Yeah it does. You.”

  “Fuck me,” I demand wrapping my legs around his back.

  “I’m not fucking you,” he growled but couldn’t help grinding between my legs either.

  Clearly to get off again we needed a compromise so I offered him one. “Fine, then I’ll fuck you.”

  “I’m going to take care of you,” he promises lining up but never taking his eyes from mine. I had forgotten how beautiful he’d been when he took my virginity. I also forgot how beautiful he made me feel when he did. “I’m going to take good fucking care of you and you’re going to let me.” Digging my nails into his shoulders, his weight keeps me from burying my face in his neck to hide. “Eyes on me. You’re going to watch me do it, Drew.”

  Saying no to him never entered my mind. So when he slowly slides inside of me and all thoughts of fucking and our past fled me. Because when he was in there deep I only felt one thing.

  I felt like I’d come home. I had forgotten what that felt like too.

  In Axle’s bed, tangled in each other he did, in fact, take care of me.

  It was the second time in my life a man had done so and considering he was the first, it was shredding me since I never thought I’d have it again.

  Lavishing my body with his mouth, his words and his beautiful cock, I arched up and wailed. I couldn’t help it, controlling it was beyond me. Probably because for once, I wasn’t in control at all. “Yes,” he hissed pumping harder. The sound of our skin meeting was better than any song I’d ever heard. “Fucking beautiful, Drew. Fucking perfect. Keep watching me take care of you.” For a while I let him but it was important that I did my part too.

  “My turn,” I announce sitting up and taking him to his back. Pleased he didn’t fight me on it, I watch Axle breathe heavily while his cock begs for what only I can give it. Biting his inner thigh causes him to clutch the sheets and on instinct, thrust up. Licking under his sac causes him to roar in surprise and pleasure. Giving him no time to recover, I balanced on my heels, opened myself up and slid down on him hard. Digging his fingers into my hips to guide the tempo, I rode him hard and with purpose. I bounced, rolled my hips and even bore down. Now on my knees, I continue to bounce only I did something else too. I took his face in my hands and kissed him.

  And when Axle came, it was screaming my name.

  In a perfect world, we would fall asleep in each other’s arms. We might even cuddle and argue over who gets more blankets. But as his breathing evened out, his arms gripping me eased a bit, I saw this as my chance to bolt.

  When the first snore hit, like a true professional I slid from the bed and started to gather my clothes in the dark. I had no concern for under things. Jeans, T-shirt and shoes was what I was after. Reaching for what I believed was, in fact, a shoe, his voice froze me in place. “Get your ass back in this bed, Drew. I’m not up for the chase right now.”

  “Maybe I was going to get us coffee?” I counter reasonably.

  “At four am?”

  “They’re open twenty-four hours.”

  “Look,” he sighs in disappointment. “You wanna do the walk of shame, do it. Just make sure you grab all your shit when you go.”

  “I’m not ashamed,” I whisper staring at toes that I couldn’t see. “I just don’t want to be around when you realize you are.”

  “What the fuck is in your head right now?” he grunted as he reached for the light. “I may have ruined the first best night of my life but you’re jacking up the second with this bullshit. I’m feeling a lot of things right now, Drew, but shame ain’t one of them.”

  “You’re feeling things?” I ask stupidly.

  “Yeah,” he said pulling back the covers. “I am. So get your ass back in this bed and spoon with me.”

  “Spoon?”

  “Now, Drew,” he orders me.

  While I had gone out of my way to hurt him by calling him names he didn’t deserve, he, in turn, used names meant to compliment me. Which meant, Axle wasn’t the enemy and never had been. If tonight proved anything, it was that I had nothing to lose by at least trying. We deserved it, didn’t we?

  When a smile that he couldn’t see broke out over my face, bumps arose on my skin and the hope I thought I’d buried filled my chest, I made a decision to trust in this.

  And for the first time in my life, I leapt.

  God she was the prettiest thing I’d ever seen.

  Sharp, sassy, and seductive to a fault, that was my Drew.

  The little female who ran a bar like a seasoned drill instructor, whipping her soldiers into shape, soldiers eager to please her. Often they bought her shots, anything to keep her close by a little longer.

  While she could hold her liquor, she wasn’t a drinker.

  Not too long after we met I asked her, “You don’t drink much do you?”

  “No. Turns out, if I get too drunk I like to open-mouth kiss hookers.”

  “You’re joking.” When she raised one eye brow, the laughter died in my throat. “You’re not joking are you?”

  “Wanna get me slizzard and find out?”

  One week later, I found out she wasn’t exclusive to hookers.

  That night she’d been all about my open mouth and though I wanted her more than anything, I didn’t take advantage.

  The other eighty assholes at the party, yeah, they would have.

  As for me, I was content with her passing out on my chest.

  Where she belonged.

  She was too quiet.

  Quiet meant she was thinking. Thinking led to doing dumb shit like trying to sneak out of bed to run away.

  Swear to God, the woman needed to stop thinking for once.

  Giving her a few to work it out gave me the time to do the same. Only I knew my mind was going in a different direction. Drew, I guarantee, was looking for reasons to bail. I already had a million ways in mind to stop her. Calling on our history, I broke the silence by asking her, “How’s your parents and sisters?”

  Drew was the oldest, though not by much. She adored her sisters and they adored her. They used to adore me too. However, if she told them what happened they’d attack and it wouldn’t be pretty. They favored her in fierceness.

  “Darcy married last year,” she said rolling over to face me and fuck, she was stunningly gorgeous. “Danica has two kids, Ashton and Avery but was divorced last year. Deanne moved to Seattle for her boyfriend and Denice is struggling with introducing her girlfriend to my parents. My parents, who, by the way, don’t care as long as she’s happy. The hang up is on her, not them. What about you? How’s Ace?”

  “Ace hasn’t changed much,” I confess, moving closer to her. To say I was pleased she didn’t hide her body with blankets was an understatement. So tracing her nipple I made it clear her nudity was appreciated. Her tiny smile and stiff nipples told me she got it. “He’s on his second marriage, sixth job, and recently started crossfit.”

  “Ace started crossfit?” she asked with wide eyes. “On purpose?”

  “Yeah,” I laugh at the thought. “But he’ll end up with an injury which will cause him to find a seventh job.”

  “Speaking of jobs,” she says running her fingers through my chest hair. “You bought the business from Foxy, which is cool, so who do you have working for you? Do you have a crew? Anyone I know?”

  “Not yet. Still trying to get my bearings.”

  “Going through boxes,” she observes.<
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  “Going through boxes. It’s kept me pretty busy.” Changing the subject I ask her, “What grand opening was Darius talking about?”

  “I bought a club,” she surprised me by saying. “A throwback of sorts.”

  “Can I see it?”

  “When the time’s right,” she grins up at me.

  “About the Regal. You’re heavily insured right?”

  “Yes,” she sighs then stares at the ceiling.

  “Anything of value on that boat?”

  “Nearly everything on it is replaceable.”

  “Hey,” I prompt her. “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

  “Bob,” she says sadly.

  “Who the fuck is Bob?”

  “The one thing on the boat I can’t replace.”

  “So he’s not a who but a what?”

  “Bob is my vibrator, Axle.”

  “You named your dildo Bob?”

  “Although you should know this,” she said snuggling into me which I liked. “A vibrator and a dildo are two completely different objects. One uses batteries, the other is made of rubber and is operated manually.”

  “So yours takes batteries?” I ask intrigued by this. I was also sporting a semi because I was picturing Drew getting herself off and my cock was helpless to not respond.

  “Saves time,” she explained with a shrug.

  “I’ll take you shopping.” I couldn’t wait to take her shopping.

  “Yeah,” she says looking up at me with mischief in her eyes. “We can shop for a new one but it’s going to take me time to move past this, Axle. Bob and I have a lot of history.”

  It’s official, now I’m rock hard. Drew notices this and fists my cock. “You get yourself off a lot, Drew?”

  “Mmhmm,” she says kissing my chest. “Wanna watch, Axle?”

  “Fuck yes, I do.”

  “I can tell,” she agrees by tightening her grip. “Because if this he-rection could talk, he’d be screaming my name. Wait, wasn’t I supposed to be doing something? Oh right,” she muses. “You wanted a show and a show you shall have.”

  Giving me the sexiest grin I had ever seen, she reaches one hand between her firm legs when my fucking cell phone rings. Moment lost, she tells me to answer it and mid reach I realized the moment was not lost. Because she kept going… God, I loved her!

  The night we had together would always be burned in my memory because Drew wasn’t shy at all. I expected her to have some hesitation especially when she admitted to being a virgin. But she trusted me to treat her with care and I did. I may have only had her missionary that night but it was missionary with her heels dug into my ass. Drew was not only comfortable with her sexuality; she was blatant about it. She was seducing me with it, teaching me with it. Even while I’m about to answer a call, she’s got her fingers in her pussy and she was daring me to stop her.

  I wasn’t stopping shit. I’ve waited my whole life for this. For her.

  “What?” I growl into the receiver. But it wasn’t an angry growl. It was a deep, visceral warning to the caller that was a result of watching her masturbate.

  “The file ain’t back in the box,” Foxy says giving me his own growl and I wish I could say I lost my hard on but I didn’t. “I know this because that fucking cop is asking around about the woman who don’t need that shit.”

  “It’s under control,” I mumble absently because Drew working her pussy was a thing of beauty.

  “Put her on the phone,” he demanded and this brought me up short.

  “How – ”

  “Not big on repeating myself,” he barks. “Now put her on the God damn phone.”

  Because one hand of hers was busy and I didn’t want the other to stop fisting me, I put him on speaker. “Hi Foxy,” she says happily and I could hear the love in his voice when he said, “How’s my Drew?”

  “I’m good,” as she circles her clit with her thumb she winks at me and grins. “Real good.”

  “You repeating history with Axle?”

  “Yes.”

  “He’s a good man.”

  Looking up she whispered, “I know he is.”

  “That cop is on a mission,” he said getting back to business. “Watch that ass.”

  “My ass is covered,” she promised and giving my cock a squeeze I groan, “Fuck yeah it is.”

  Disconnecting with Foxy, she tosses the phone and says, “I need a hand, Axle.”

  “Lucky for you,” I say lending it. “I have two.”

  Five minutes or so later, I had Drew coming all over my fingers and when she was done she watched me lick all but one clean. As ordered, I left the index for her.

  “Sometimes it takes balls to be a woman and, baby, you have a pair to envy.” ~Mom

  For the last two nights I’d been staying at Axle’s. More appropriately, I was working from his bed because we screwed so much I was too tired to leave it. He fed me, showered with me, and we spooned a lot. When it was time to work he hooked up his fax and scanner which allowed me to stay on track. Asking all the right questions, providing help when I needed it, I was able to be efficient and lazy at the same time. With the soft opening right around the corner and other matters needing my attention, Axle declared himself my right hand. When he wasn’t using it to give me orgasms, he used it to take on tasks that would normally eat up hours of my time so I could focus on other things.

  The Hole didn’t steal time from me because it was only operated two nights a week. At this point, I saw no need to inform my staff of my boat’s demise. Nor was I going to inform them that as far as whoever blew it up was concerned, I was dead.

  Being dead meant I had no eyes on me for the time being and I was taking advantage. Keeping the guys in the dark, in my mind, was keeping them safe. I had no idea who wanted me or rather us, out of the picture, and until I did, I wasn’t saying shit. If my guys caught wind of this; they’d either lock me in a closet or start calling in favors to the wrong people to help me. I didn’t need the bullshit, so silence was gold. As much as I was enjoying having Axle to myself, having these quiet moments to get to know him again, I knew it was temporary.

  Tonight I had to work and true to his word, Axle was determined to sling drinks with me. Though, I was secretly hoping he was coming because he wanted to spend more time with me.

  After sending off the last of the signed contracts, vendor orders, and insurance paperwork, we showered, had lunch and left together in the Impala.

  We were holding hands when we walked in. But when I saw Shane was standing at the bar with his head hung low, I squeezed his fingers in warning and he squeezed mine back. Axle understood. Killing the security panel alerted him to our presence and the first thing I saw was his busted up face. “Explain,” I order him. “And do not spare any details.”

  “Drew,” Axle tried but I wasn’t giving Shane a chance to punk out. It was time for me to draw the line and giving Shane sympathy wasn’t the way to go. The kid needed to come clean and he would be doing that now.

  “Uh uh,” I snap. “What happened to you, Shane.”

  “Met up with some friends last night,” he whispers in shame. “He found me.”

  “He did this in front of your friends?”

  “No. He waited until I was alone.”

  “Did you fight back?” Axle asked gently.

  “Tried to,” he laughed bitterly. “Landed one, a solid one like you showed me and then he tazed me before I could throw another.”

  “He tazed you?” I roared while Axle held me still. “He fucking tazed you?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Why didn’t you call me?”

  “Not your problem. You’ve done enough for me. You don’t need this shit too.”

  “What did I tell you would happen if he touched you again?” I say turning him to face me and the look of despair gutted me. I had to fix this, now.

  “You’re not killing my dad, Drew.”

  Instead of arguing with him I asked, “Are you up for working toni
ght?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Okay then,” I exhale hard. “You’ll be behind the bar with me and Axle. Cool?”

  “Cool.”

  “Look at me, Shane,” I order him and when he does, I feel Axle place his hand on my lower back in a show of support. “I’m not that much older than you, but I learned shit young. I had parents who led by example but they did so with love. You haven’t had that, but you have us now. You lean on family, Shane, you lean on me, you lean on Axle. You do not carry this burden on your own.” When I saw I had his attention I pushed harder. “Do you want more time with Axle out back?”

  “Yeah,” he confesses quietly.

  “Do you like your place upstairs? Your place here at the bar?”

  “Yeah,” and fuck me, he sniffled.

  “Good answer,” I say pulling him in for a rare hug. Rare in that I didn’t give them out often. “That place, this bar…us. We’re your sanctuary, Shane. I promise you that. He won’t touch you again.” I knew by the look of relief on his face that he finally believed me.

  “Let’s fuck some shit up,” Axle says clapping Shane on the back and I watched them head outside together. The rest of my staff wouldn’t be here for several hours so I took the quiet time to reflect, to plan, and to make a call.

  When he answered I kept it simple.

  “Long time,” Gadget answers on the second ring. Gadget, AKA Gage Kane, was a lot of things. Assassin for hire was one of those things. But before I went that route I needed his other skill.

  “I’ve got a cop up my ass.”

  “Sounds unpleasant.”

  “It is,” I assure him. “But this call is about his kid. His grown ass kid who he beats the living shit out of at his leisure. He’s come to my place and caused trouble, which I handled it like a boss. However, he took shit to the next level when my boat blew up with me almost inside of it. And you know how much I liked my boat, Gadget. I don’t do dirty pool.”