Have Mercy (Merciless Book 1)

by Trista Jaszczak

  He gives me a little nod.

  “You are a bold man, Ryder. I have to say, anything other man in your position would have chosen something else.”

  He gives me that knee weakening smirk. “I’m not just any other man. We’ve been through this.”

  I slowly begin sliding my panties down my legs, leaving them in a little pile on his floor. Ryder has listened to me well, he hasn’t moved an inch, though he’s cocking his head to the side as if he can really see me underneath his blindfold.

  “Come here, sweetheart.” He licks his lips and shoots me another grin. My body jolts and I feel myself gasp slightly.

  I move forward on unsteady legs and step up onto his couch. I feel one of his hands run up the back of my leg and straight to my ass.

  “You never said I couldn’t touch,” he grins as I bring my other foot onto the couch, standing in front of him.

  His other hand moves to my other leg where he glides up slowly to my ass. He smiles again. He can’t see but he is more than happy to touch. He gives my ass a hard slap followed by a rough squeeze. I let out a sudden gasp.

  “What are you waiting for?” He tilts his head back on the couch and gives the backs of my knees a tug forward.

  I’m happy to oblige as I make myself comfortable and straddle his face. He slinks down into the couch as his hands find my ass and he draws me forward. I feel a slight flicker of his tongue and a soft moan immediately escapes my mouth. I grab onto his hair and he pulls back laughing. “I already told you, sweetheart…I won’t stop until your legs are shaking, you can’t walk, and the neighbors know my name.”

  Before I can say another word his tongues flicks against my clit again. If he keeps that up, it won’t be long before my legs are shaking. I hear him let out another soft laugh as my ass receives another hard slap followed by a tender rub. His tongues begins rolling softly over my now aching clit. I let out a loud moan as he begins alternating between rolling his tongue and flicking it quickly as he laps away at my dripping wet pussy.

  “That’s it…” He breathes into my throbbing pussy.

  I let out another moan as I lean forward and grab for the back of the couch. My inner thighs are already shaking, making it hard to balance. He begins using his tongue in a steady up and down motion over my clit. I can barely stand it, I grab his head again, latching onto his dark hair, and hold on for dear life.

  “Oh yes…” his voice is muffled while buried in the depths of my pussy but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s smiling. “That’s…it…”

  I let out another cry as I feel my knees buckle slightly. He wraps both arms around me and grabs onto my ass as he pulls me into him as if he could bury his face in me deeper. I let out another cry. I can’t hold on any longer. He gives another soft lick up and down and then begins licking harder and faster. Within second my body explodes with a loud, unrelenting scream. I feel myself nearly collapse and Ryder is quick to catch me as I’m left kneeling over him. He smiles as he licks his lips happily. “Jesus, you’re too fucking sweet for my own damn good.” He runs his fingertips down my spine making me shiver. I’ll give him one thing, he’s better than anyone I’ve ever been with. His hands move to his waist where I feel him working his boxer briefs off his body. He wiggles them down and lets them land on the floor. He gives his lap a little pat. “Ready for that ride, sweetheart?”

  As spent as my body is I let out a little laugh and begin raising my body slowly to slide down onto his cock. Ryder wasn’t joking about his size, I’ll give him that. I let out a little noise as I slide his hard cock into the depths of my wet pussy. I feel my body jolt as I reach the base of his shaft. I bite down hard on my lip as he brings a hand tenderly up to my face. “That’s it…take it all for me.” He lets out an exaggerated breath as his hands move to my hips.

  I begin carefully moving up and down while rocking my hips in a slight back and forth motion. This makes Ryder let out an involuntary cry which in turn makes me pick up my pace. I can hardly stand it. It’s better than the last time. My body becomes covered in goosebumps as I let out another moan. He bites down hard on his bottom lip and grabs a handful of my hair. God, this man…he seems to know how to do everything right.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Don’t stop.”

  I continue my pace and I feel my body beginning to tense up. I can’t stop myself from coming again. I feel my juices sliding down his cock as I carefully work him in and out of me.

  “Ryder…” I breathe out his name and he suddenly leans forward and begins biting my neck. I cry out again, rocking my hips quicker. My thighs have quickly turned to Jell-O and the rest of my body is shivering with pleasure as he bites around my neck. Before I know it, my body is hit with the hardest orgasm I have ever felt before in my life. I lose my breath as I call out his name again.

  He tightens him grip on my hair as he pulls my head near his lips, “I want you to taste me,” he breathes into my ear.

  I smile slightly as I try to keep my body moving up and down his cock through my shakiness. He groans with pleasure and I feel his body beginning to tense up. Seems as though Ryder is nearing his orgasm as well. I catch my breath a moment and make sure to keep my pace. At this rate Ryder will be coming at any second. I feel his body tense for a moment as his hands move to my hips. He’s close. I move quickly and kneel front of him, taking him in my mouth. He lets out a long groan as I pump him in and out of my mouth quickly. By the time I go down on his shaft I feel him release into my mouth. I swallow quickly and rock back on my still shaky legs.

  “Fuck, Mercy…” His voice trails off as he lets out a loud groan.

  I take a moment to come down from my high as I’m sure Ryder is coming down from his. We both release long sighs and begin to control our haggard breathing. I look up to see him untying the tie that I used as a blindfold. He immediately looks down at me and smiles. He leans forward and uses his index finger to lift my chin. “You are one hell of a woman.” He lips engulf mine and I let out another little sigh. That dizzying feeling I get when he kisses me swarms me again.

  I look at him through my haze and smile, “you’re not so bad yourself.”

  “You don’t look very comfortable down there,” he smiles, “why don’t you hop up here with me.”

  I look at him as though he’s crazy. He can’t be expecting me to…cuddle. I don’t cuddle. I haven’t cuddled with anyone in years. This is the shit I was talking about before.

  “I’ll warm you up,” he smiles.

  I hadn’t even noticed that I’m shivering. Guess he has a point. Anywhere is better than the floor, but honestly, what the hell do I do once I’m up there. Do I sit right next to him? Do I sit on the opposite end? I’m the woman who had a fuck buddy for an entire year, I don’t do this romance bullshit. “We’ll end up making a mess on your couch.”

  “The last thing I’m worried about is a little come on a leather couch,” he laughs, “I own leather cleaner.”

  I give him a funny look. It seems as though Ryder is a cuddler post sex. There’s a new one for me.

  “Would you prefer it if we had a quick shower?”

  I give him a little nod.

  “Alright,” he says offering me a hand, “let’s go.”

  He helps me from the floor and begins leading the way to his bedroom and ultimately his bathroom. He opens the glass shower door and turns on the hot water, checking the temperature before stepping in and giving my hand a little tug. I look at him as though he’s crazy. “You meant…together?”

  He laughs. “Yeah, what did you think I meant?”

  “That I would shower and then you would shower after me,” I flush.

  “I’ve already seen you naked and I do like what I see, one shower together won’t kill us.” He steps under the water and smiles. “Come on, the water is perfect.”

  You have got to be kidding me right now. In all of my thirty years of life I have never showered with anyone. Ever. Not as a kid. Not as a rebellious
teen. Not even as an adult. This is crossing some serious lines. I don’t even know how people do it. I let out a little breath. I feel…so much right now. A little too much if you ask me. I told myself over and over that I wouldn’t let myself get in too deep. I told myself that I would leave well enough alone. Now look at me! Here I am standing naked in front of him while he stands under the steaming water of his shower. I let out a breath that I must have been holding and I take a step in his shower. He gives me that smirk that makes my knees knock and I get that sudden feeling that I’m about to crumble to the shower floor. He reaches around me and closes the glass door.

  “There, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  I give my head a little shake as he gives me a gentle pull under the water. I feel my body tense up as he smiles.

  “Relax Mercy,” he places his hands on my shoulders and gives them a tender rub, “you’re too tense to have just had such mind blowing orgasms.”

  There he goes again. The cocky bastard. The bad part is, he’s absolutely right. “Just how do you know they were so mind blowing?”

  His lips turn up into a twisted grin as he brings them up to take my face in his hands. “Believe me, sweetheart, I know. The sounds you make, the look on your face, how your body trembles.”

  “Oh, is that so?”

  He runs his hands down to my shoulders and around to my back. He gives me a gentle tug towards him making me press my body into his. I look up at him and swallow hard. It’s so hard to look at him, but I can’t focus on anything other than him. I feel my heart jump. How could I have possibly been so stupid? What was I thinking? I should have just left him that night at the Salted Brim. I should have brushed him off. Hell, I should have gone somewhere else, but no. I had to be stupid.

  He leans down and presses his lips to mine. The warm, dizzying feeling washes over my body again. His tongue sweeps over mine and without giving it another thought, I wrap my arms around him. I release a soft moan without being able to help myself. What have I gotten myself into? This is bad. This is so bad.

  He pulls away slowly and gives me that knee weakening smile again while I lick the water from my lips. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me, Mercy.”

  I give him a blank stare as I swallow hard.

  “If you don’t want me then say the word, sweetheart and I’ll be gone.”

  The thought tumbles around in my mind. I feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. My heart feels like it skips a beat. My eyes suddenly become foggy.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  I purse my lips, still unable to say a word.

  He runs his hands up and down my back for a moment. “Now, where exactly do we plan on going from here?”

  I let out another breath. I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m fucking clueless. All I know is that he’s sucked me in and I’ve caught fucking feelings. Me. Feelings! It’s almost sickening.

  “I don’t know,” I finally manage, “I’m fucking clueless.”

  “You’ve had it worse than I thought,” he tells me.

  “You have no idea,” I admit.

  “Then let me lay down some ground rules.”

  I make a face. “Ground rules?”

  “I didn’t stutter now did I, sweetheart?” He laughs, “Ground rules.”

  I make another face. I’m the one who makes the rules. I don’t know if I can handle this.

  “First off, no more running off on me. You can share a bed with me. Second, we go out together. Like this Friday, me and you, the Salted Brim. Wear that little black dress again.”

  “What else?”

  He smiles, “Stop trying to push me away, stop playing so hard to get.”

  I make another face as he lifts my chin with his fingers. “Do we have a deal?”

  I release a deep sigh. I got myself into this mess. I see no way out. I don’t want to let him go. Next time I start feeling things someone needs to smack me. “We have a deal.” I feel myself pout.

  “Don’t make such a long face,” he tells me, “you’ll see, I don’t play those little boy games.”

  I give him a nod. We’ll just see about that. Until he proves me wrong I’ll be bracing myself for the final blow of heartache.

  I’m stupid. I’ve gone crazy. I don’t know what but something has happened to make me lose logical thought! Ryder is literally picking me up in a matter of minutes and here I am pacing my floor trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. Something has to be wrong with me. I give my head a shake. I’m so disgusted with myself. I even wore my little black dress for him. The sound my doorbell nearly makes me jump out of my skin. I take a deep breath, straighten my dress, flip my hair, and open the door. Ryder greets me with a wicked grin.

  “You are absolutely a vision in that dress.”

  I feel my cheeks heat up. I just can’t help myself. He passes me a beautiful mixture of red and white roses and I stare at him blankly. Not only do I feel stupid but I have got to look stupid. I’ve never had a man bring me flowers. I take them from him and try not to look so awkward. Finally I smile, “flowers, huh?”

  “You’re dating a man now, sweetheart, get used to it.”

  Ah, there’s that cocky bastard. I knew he couldn’t be too far. “Let me just put these in some water, feel free to come in.”

  He follows me into my condo and I rush into the kitchen to grab a vase from one of the cabinets. Figures that I would grab one that’s from my mother. Jesus, if she could see this she’d already have half the bottle of Morgan down. I fill it half way with some room temperature water and bring it to my dining table. I don’t think that’s a bad spot. It’s right on display. What else do I do with them? I unwrap the pretty tissue paper and tenderly place them in the water. I feel myself smiling, I have to admit they are quite beautiful.

  “Thank you for these, they are lovely,” I tell him. I jump at the touch of his lips on the side of my neck. He places his hands at my hips and I feel his body smash into mine. I’ll give him one thing, he doesn’t make anything easy that’s for damn sure. I turn around slowly to look up at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be taking me to the Salted Brim, per our deal?”

  “I never said we’d go there right away,” he tells me, latching onto my waist. He gives me that knee weakening grin and I feel part of me melt. My heart jumps and I mentally scold myself. I feel his hand slide around to my ass. He gives me a playful squeeze and I release a little whimper. He smiles, pleased with himself. “There’s that noise I love.”

  Well, that wasn’t what I was going for, damn it. He leans down slowly and presses his lips to mine. A rush of warm rushes down my body and swirls in the pit of my stomach. I let out a soft moan and I feel Ryder lift me up as he guides my legs to wrap around his waist. I squeeze my legs around him and he lets out a deep growl. He sets me on my dining table and I feel his hands down my back.

  “This fucking dress is amazing on that body of yours,” he breathes into my ear. “How am I supposed to uphold any part of my deal when you look like this?”

  I take a few deep breaths, “we had a deal.”

  “I can’t be breaking my part of the deal, can I?

  I give my head a shake. “No, you cannot. You told me you were taking me to the Salted Brim.”

  He lets out a chuckle. “Then you’re all mine right?”

  I feel my cheeks flush. He’s not letting up off this is he? I don’t think he can be any more persistent than he is. He lifts me tenderly from the table and stands me up in front of him. “We do have a deal.”

  “Well, then,” he says, “I should get you to the Salted Brim, think I can interest you in a bite to eat after?”

  Now he’s just pushing his luck. Drinks and dinner. Christ Almighty how do people do this? Now I’ll be the first to admit that I’ve literally lost all sense of dating. I’m telling the truth when I say there has to be something wrong with me. I’ve got a glitch somewhere and I don’t know how to fix it.

  “Alright, dinner afte
r.” I finally agree. I better brace myself. Who knows when the hammer will crack down on me.

  “Do my eyes deceive me?” Denny rubs at his eyes as Ryder and I walk up to take our seats at the bar. “Are Ryder and Mercy…together?”

  Ryder lets out a little chuckle, “Your eyes do not deceive, Mercy is going out with me tonight.”

  I feel my cheeks flush again and I look down for a moment. This is absolutely insane. No, Mercy, stop it! Do not fall for some cheap, meaningless lines. I place my clutch on the bar as Ryder’s hand falls to the small of my back. I look at him unsure of what’s happening.

  “I was thinking we could sit in a booth, sweetheart.”

  I take a deep breath in. Of course he’d want one of the private booths. Alone time with Ryder. Great. Okay, I’ve got this. I can do this. Ryder guides me quietly to one of the back corner booths. It’s smaller, enough room for maybe three people. It’s butted up in one of the last corners. Its round booth encases a small round table with candlelight. I place my clutch on the table and Ryder offers me a seat first. I scoot in and make myself comfortable as Ryder makes sure to push himself as close to me as he possibly can. His hand immediately falls on my knee.

  He chuckles, “relax, I won’t bite unless you want me to.”

  I bite my tongue and try hard not to say anything sassy. Ryder is…trying. Trying harder than anyone I’ve ever met before. I’m ashamed of my actions and thoughts to be honest with you. He isn’t…all that bad.

  “So, tell me,” he says pushing hair from my face, “Why are you so…”

  “Bitchy?”

  He laughs and shakes his head, “I was going for sassy. You’re very protective of yourself.”

  I give him a nod. “Well, I’ve been hurt a lot.” I let out another breath. I have to try. He deserves me to try at the very least. “My ex, for example, we were friends with benefits for a year. I caught feelings and told him. So, he did what any man would do and gave me one last fuck and told me to get out.”