Hold On (Page 166)

My eyes dropped to the triceps bunching in his arm braced against the basin.

They moved to his lateral muscle. From there, they drifted down to his ass.

I went where my eyes beckoned and shifted behind him, pressing in. Hands to his waist, I slid them up to his ribs as I bent in and touched my lips to his spine.

I heard him spit out toothpaste foam.

I slid my lips up as I slid my hands in.

The tap went on.

I slid my tongue out and my hands down.

I felt the hair on his stomach.

God, I loved that hair.

I engaged my nails.

Merry’s ab muscles contracted.

The tap went off.

I glided one hand up, flat against his pec. I also glided one hand down, tracing the arrow of hair, going for buried treasure.

I heard a low rumble come from him and he shifted his ass back into my hips.

Oh yeah.

I pressed into him as I bared my teeth, scraped the skin of his back, rubbed my thumb across his nipple, and dove in, pushing into his pajamas and finding treasure.

His thick cock was rock hard.

Fuck yeah.

His body tensed.

“Jesus, Cher,” he growled.

I held tight and stroked.

“Fuck,” he grunted, pushing his dick into my hand.

Fuck yeah.

I stroked harder.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged gruffly.

I licked, kissed, and lightly scraped his back as my free hand roamed his chest and my busy hand worked his dick.

“Wanna feel your tits,” he ordered, voice thick, ass again pressed deep into my hips, letting me do all the work.

One-handed, I undid my bra. I slumped a shoulder so it would drop off. It did and I let it hang on the wrist of the hand engaged in giving my man the good stuff.

I wrapped my arm back around him and pressed my tits into his back.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned.

I kept at his cock with one hand as my other moved to the waistband of his pajama bottoms at the side. I looked down as I shoved down, watching as I exposed his skin, his muscle, his fine ass.

My legs trembled.

“Baby,” I breathed.

“Knees,” he rumbled.

No hesitation, I let his cock go and dropped to my knees.

Merry turned and shoved his pajama pants down, kicked them aside, and reached to my head.

He didn’t have to guide me. I reached to his hips, latched on, shifted, found the head, and sucked deep.

“Fuck yes,” he said on such a deep groan, I felt it rumble down my throat.

He was right.

Fuck yes.

I sucked him off, giving it everything I had, then giving in when Merry took over, holding my head, fucking my face.

One hand tight to his ass, the other hand tight around the back of his thigh, I took it. I loved it. Fuck, I was thinking I’d come getting it. And when a moan slid up my throat and sounded against his driving dick, he pulled out.

Then I was up, and before I knew it, I was facedown on his bed.

My whole body jerked after he reached a hand around, made light work of my fly, and yanked my jeans down.

My panties went with them and then my hips were up.

“All fours,” Merry growled.

I pushed to my hands.

Merry thrust into my pussy.

My head flew back.

He fucked me harder.

I twisted my neck and looked back at him, panting, gone, but still able to encourage, “Give that to me, baby.”

He pounded deep, eyes to my ass, his cock thrusting inside me, grunting, “So fuckin’ gorgeous.”

I dropped my head, rearing back, gasping, “Yeah, Merry. Please, baby. Keep givin’ that to me.”

He did and he didn’t have to do it for long. I was so primed, I exploded, my arms dropping down, my head flying back. I was trembling even as I was burning—so beautiful, all Merry.

He thrust in, stayed planted, and pushed so I came off my knees, going forward. My legs spread-eagled to accommodate him, flat on my front, he got me in position and resumed moving, driving hard.

My orgasm shifting out, wanting another one, I started to lift up to get my forearms under me in order to drive myself into him.

His hand came to my neck and he gently pushed, grunting, “Baby, stay down.”

My eyes flew open. My mouth went dry.

And my mind blanked.

I wasn’t there.

I wasn’t anywhere.

Not anywhere.

It came to me that I felt my body being fucked.

I was wet. So wet.

Wanting it. God, I wanted to get fucked.

I tried pushing my forearms under me again.

The hand at my neck tightened and I heard, “Stay down.”

Stay down.

I stayed down.

The cock thrusting into me kept doing it. I heard the grunts of effort. Flesh hitting flesh. Then his hand at my neck tightened further as he drove deep, stayed put, and groaned.

I stared at the comforter.

It took a while, a long while, then there was gliding. Slow, sweet, gentle.

Had he been sweet?

He’d been sweet.

But not to me.

Never to me.

To who he wanted me to be.

I felt lips touch my shoulder.

That felt sweet.

But he wasn’t sweet.

I knew sweet.

Now I knew sweet.

It wasn’t him.

“Be back.”

He slid out. I felt covers flipped over me. The bed moved.

He was gone.

I threw the covers back and bolted. On my feet, beside the bed, I saw my jeans and panties.

I didn’t bother with the panties, I yanked on my jeans.

Where was my bra?

Fuck.

I couldn’t find my bra.

Fuck it.

I needed a top.

“Cher?”

I saw my bag in the corner.

That’s where I’d find a top.

I ran to it.

“Cher.”