Mercy (Salacious Players Club, #4)(52)

I keep waiting for him to move to a more erogenous area like between my legs or my breasts, but he doesn’t. Instead, he kisses his way up my sternum and along my collarbone.

“I love this spot right here,” he whispers, pressing his lips to the divot at the base of my throat. His warm breath against me is making everything so sensitive, and I feel every one of his touches all the way to my core.

When was the last time I let someone just touch and explore me like this? Sex has always been a means to an end, never something I took the time to really enjoy before.

“Beau…” I breathe his name for no particular reason, other than to remind myself that this is really him. Emerson’s son.

Reaching for the hem of his shirt, I drag it over his head and stare at the soft planes of his chest, the curve of muscle around his shoulders and the ridges of abs that lead to the perfect V above his shorts.

He’s so perfect, so beautiful, and I’m torn between wanting him in a frenzy to fuck me and wanting to savor this moment.

His mouth doesn’t stop at my collarbone but travels around my shoulder and down my arms. His wet tongue glides across the tender flesh of my upper arm, sending a warm wave of pleasure through me. I let out a moan, and he doesn’t stop, covering my body in exploratory kisses.

“Don’t you want to…” My voice trails as he lifts up from my body and stares down in confusion.

“Don’t I want to what?”

“You know…”

“I’m doing exactly what I want right now,” he replies.

“I…don’t understand,” I stutter.

Kneeling between my legs, he doesn’t reply as he drags my black pants and underwear down my legs, lifting them up as he tears them off, leaving me almost naked before him. Reaching around my back, he unclasps my bra until I’m at my most vulnerable, fully exposed to him. Every flaw and stretch mark and patch of cellulite on display. But he doesn’t look at those.

He lifts one leg and drapes it over his shoulder as he runs his touch gently along the underside from my ankle to my ass, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

My legs are eager to close and I’m itching to cover myself when he gently pulls my hands away from where they’re covering my breasts and belly.

“Don’t be shy,” he teases as his eyes rake over my body.

“I don’t like being seen naked,” I stammer uncomfortably.

Quickly, his smile is wiped from his face.

“Maggie, you have far more than great tits and a perfect little pussy.”

I blush at the words coming out of his mouth.

“But if being your sub has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t take enough time to worship…the woman I’m with.”

I bite my lip, slightly pained at the mention of other women. A slow chill settles in my stomach as I remember that he’s doing all of this to be a better boyfriend. I might have him today, but someone else will have him in the future, which hurts to think about.

“And then again,” he whispers, massaging my inner thigh. “Maybe I just never found one I was so obsessed with before.”

I laugh, rolling my eyes at him as I try to close my legs. “Yeah, right.”

Abruptly, he forces them open and looks me in the eye. Then, pressing his erection against my leg, he makes me feel just how aroused he is. “Feel this. This is what you do to me. You don’t see what I see.”

My breath comes out in a rush as that stupid tenderness grows. Why is he doing this? Why can’t he just bring me inside and fuck me without affection, so all of this will be easier to end in a month when I go to Phoenix?

“Please, just fuck me,” I plead.

A wicked smile grows across his face. “Look who’s begging now.”

He doesn’t tease me for long, easing his shorts down until his cock pops out. Dragging my legs closer, he stares down while aligning himself and slowly inching his way in. His eyes are glued to the place where we’re connected, and I’m reveling in the sensation of his impressive size filling me up.

“I love watching it go in,” he mutters in a husky tone, and a burst of warmth drips down to my core. He teases me, going torturously slow.

Writhing beneath him, I let him take control. When he finally drapes his body over mine, our lips lock as he starts to pick up speed. Above my head, our fingers intertwine, and we move in sync, his cock slamming into me, my body lighting with pleasure from every thrust.

“Tilt your hips a little,” I whisper against his lips, and he does. When he hits my G-spot just right, I let out a high-pitched cry. “Right there. Don’t stop.”

“I want to see you come first,” he moans as he continues to fuck me right where it makes my toes curl and my legs shake.

“Then, keep kissing me,” I beg. His soft lips land against mine, and I lose myself in the kiss. Shutting off my brain and all of the fear and doubt, focusing only on his mouth, his cock, and his presence. It’s enough to have me shuddering through a full-body climax.

Once I’ve come down from my orgasm, he pulls his mouth away and smiles down at me. Stilling his hips, he pulls my legs over his forearms and then over his shoulders as he mutters in a sexy, deep tone, “I’m not done with you yet.”

Nearly folding me in half, he picks up the intensity of his thrusts, pounding so hard, it has my body lighting up with pleasure again.