“Come here, Cher,” he ordered.
“No,” I denied, thinking I needed to sort his shit out. “Answer me.”
“Come…” he drew in a breath that didn’t work and I knew it when the next was growled, “here, Cher.”
I looked into his eyes.
Then I walked there.
Four feet away, he lunged at me, hooked my waist with his arm, and I was flying through the air. My surprised cry stuck in my throat when my back hit the dining room table with Merry bent over me.
He kissed me, hard and wet and brutal, his hands tearing at my clothes.
I tried to get to his.
He broke the kiss and ordered, “Arms over your head, Cherie.”
“Baby,” I whispered.
“Do it,” he grunted.
I lifted my arms over my head, staring into his blue eyes, panting.
He dropped his mouth to mine and took it in another savage kiss.
Then I kept my arms over my head as he pulled off my top.
I kept them over my head as he yanked off my boots.
I kept them over my head as he tore my jeans and panties down my legs.
I kept them over my head as he tugged the cup of my bra down my tit and went at me, tonguing, sucking, biting.
I kept them over my head (but did it squirming) as he went after the other tit.
And I kept them over my head when he lifted his head and watched me as his hand dove between my legs.
“Bein’ good,” he muttered thickly.
“Give you what you need,” I panted back.
Emotion rolled over his face, God, so much of it, it was a wonder it didn’t drown me.
He drove two fingers inside and found my clit with his thumb.
“Give that back,” he growled.
Fuck, he did. He gave that back. So good. So hot. I forgot what was going on in my need for him and I shifted my arms so I could touch him.
“Baby.”
My eyes had closed, and when he said that, his fingers stilled, so I opened them.
I settled my arms over my head again.
He went back at me.
I arched, driving down into his hand, begging for more.
He gave it.
I rode it.
“Don’t you come, Cherie,” he ordered.
I tried to focus. “Merry.”
“You come when I got my dick in you.”
He kept at me and I whimpered.
He was asking the impossible.
But I was going to do my all to give it to him.
He dipped in and his mouth brushed mine. “Give me what I need.”
“Okay, honey.”
He stayed close but tipped his chin down to watch what he was doing to me.
God.
Hot.
“Need your cock, baby,” I begged.
“Give me more.”
I gave him more, writhing on his dining room table as he toyed with me.
“Need you, Merry,” I gasped. “And wanna hold on when you fuck me.”
He looked from his hand between my legs into my eyes.
“You gonna give me what I need?”
I stared into his eyes and whispered, “Always.”
On a groan, his mouth took mine as his hand slid away.
That was when I moaned in disappointment against his tongue.
But I felt him working between my legs and then I lost his mouth when my neck arched, my head turning to the side, as he drove in and filled me.
“Arms around me, brown eyes,” he grunted, plunging hard and fast.
I wrapped my arms around him and lifted my knees high.
He pounded in deeper.
“Fuck yeah,” I breathed.
Merry’s fingers curled around the back of my knee, sliding down to my ankle. He swung it in at his back and kept it there.
His other arm braced under me, he lifted up slightly, and watched my body jolt on his dining room table each time I took him.
I slid my hands up, both of them diving into his hair and clenching as other parts of me started doing the same thing.
“Hold on, Cherie,” he grunted.
“Yeah, baby.”
He knew it was happening when my body tensed around him, under him, my pussy grasping when he repeated, “Hold on tight, Cherie.”
I held on tight as I came hard, and I kept holding on tight as he took me harder, driving himself to his own orgasm and taking me along for the ride.
It way didn’t suck, feeling mine hovering while I also felt Merry get his.
It took its time and left both of us, but we didn’t move. We didn’t speak.
So Merry’s face was in the side of my neck when, minutes later, he yet again repeated, “Hold on.”
I squeezed him with everything (which meant everything) as I pointed out, “I am holding on.”
“No,” he whispered against my neck, and the way he said it, it was my heart that squeezed.
He shifted his lips to my ear.
“No,” he said again.
He lifted his head and I righted mine so he could catch my eyes.
He did and he was looking deep when he finished.
“Don’t let go.”
When he said that, that was when everything I had didn’t squeeze.
It spasmed.
We stared at each other and we did it awhile before I lifted my head from the table, touched his nose with mine, then dropped back.
“No flowers,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes slowly.
I held on.
He opened them.
“You’re never gonna get those from me, baby.”
“I can live with that,” I replied instantly.
“My job…anything can happen.”