Perception (Club Destiny #6)(125)
Author: Nicole Edwards

His words seemed to have taken Mercedes by surprise, but to her credit, she didn’t show any outward reaction. Rather than waiting to see what she’d come back with, Xander got into position on the couch, lying flat on his back. Because of his height, he stretched from one side to the other, but nothing was hanging off, which was good.

He couldn’t help it, he looked over, tracking her with his eyes as she came around the sofa to stand near his head.

“Eyes above you. Not on me,” she commanded.

His cock jerked in response. He might not submit to her by choice, but he did enjoy her demanding side from time to time.

As the song continued, Xander freed his cock from the confining leather, stroking himself ever so slowly as he waited for Mercedes to get into position. She had strictly instructed that he was to tempt her, but he wasn’t allowed to come. For a scene, this one was incredibly tame, especially for Mercedes, but again, he hadn’t complained.

It sure beat the alternative.

When she kneeled over him, one knee on each side of his head, he sucked in a sharp breath, praying he would be able to control himself. As with anytime he was with her, the rest of the world receded. The only person who mattered was her, and this time wasn’t any different.

Knowing that she was intimately watching him, Xander continued to jack his cock with one hand, the tension in his balls intensifying as her sweet scent flooded his senses. Keeping his other hand resting at his side and not touching her the way he wanted was the hardest thing about tonight. But somehow he managed.

That’s when Mercedes blew his fucking mind. She reached one hand between her legs, sliding her thong to the side as she lowered her pussy to his mouth.

He could imagine what people saw when they looked at them. A wonton woman sprawled over him, ready to ride his face for all she was worth. While her obedient sub focused solely on her, his one and only goal was to make her come. With his mouth.

With her orgasm his full priority, Xander licked her.

Slowly at first, teasing gently before sucking her clit. It wasn’t long before she was grinding her pussy against his mouth, her soft moans vibrating through her body, not heard over the sound of the music.

His cock was throbbing, his balls drawing up against his body as he continued to stroke himself, wishing like fuck that her mouth was on him, but that wasn’t the way it was planned. Instead, he fought the urge to come while he ate her pussy, relishing the way she was riding his face.

It wasn’t until she came, her body shuddering above him that Xander realized just what he’d do to make the woman come undone.

Even if it meant she would withhold his release from him. Which she evidently intended to do.

Once she was sated – even if it were just the beginning of their night together – Mercedes crawled down him, making her way to the opposite end. When she paused, grinding her hot cunt against his straining erection, he sucked in air. Even with her panties acting as a barrier between them, he felt the wet heat and it was enough to make him nearly come in his hand.

“Not yet,” she demanded as she glanced back over her shoulder. He could barely hear her over the music from the loud speakers and the people talking around them, but he knew what she said.

With a dangerous chokehold on his cock, an attempt to keep from losing it right then and there, Xander started counting slowly to himself. It was the only alternative to grabbing her hips and pulling her down on top of him.

She surprised him when she stood up. Instead of asking him to get up, like they had planned in advance, Mercedes offered him a wicked grin. One that spoke of promises and retribution.

Figured.

He was in a position that he couldn’t very well get out of because he’d agreed well in advance, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to.

No, Xander reached deep inside and latched onto his control, while Mercedes came around near his head once more. He was looking up at her, she was looking down at him. When she knelt on the floor, he couldn’t imagine what the hell she was doing, but he waited.

“Put your cock away,” she told him.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to be quite as easy as it looked. But she probably knew that. His dick was throbbing, and the leather pants were going to cause a significant amount of discomfort. But he did it anyway.

Managing to tuck himself back in his pants, he still didn’t move.

“This is for you,” she whispered near his ear and she retrieved something from beneath the sofa.

Son of a bitch.

He wanted to laugh, but he didn’t. It wasn’t part of the scene.

None of this was.

“Raise your head up.”

He did.

Mercedes proceeded to buckle that goddamn collar around his neck once more.