Have Mercy Page 2

  One big hand cupped her ass, anchoring her to him and that hot erection. His other hand raked up her neck, deep into her hair, cradling her head while he kissed her again.

  She clung to him like mistletoe to a tree. Man alive was he yummy. She wanted to eat him up and down and all around. All he had to do was snap his fingers, and she'd fall to her knees, whip out that cock, and suck it until his balls caved in. Then she'd spread herself on the nearest table and order his face in her pussy.

  Her breath caught with the image. She looped one leg around his. Another slow tune started. Lights dimmed. The crowd on the floor thickened, pressing them into each other. All the rules she'd set for herself sifted into nothing. Mercy wanted him here, now, and damn the consequences to her heart.

  Ike Campbell had captured her attention from the day he'd walked through the doors at Sullivan Advertising, one of the largest and best ad agencies in the Los Angeles area. With the nationwide merger, Mercy had lost count of how many employees they had, much less how many new ones were hired or transferred in from New York. That she had seen Ike at all had been a quirk of fate. He worked contracts. She worked graphic design. But from that first glimpse, she'd made sure they crossed paths often.

  Past relationships had made her more than hesitant to date. Okay, they'd made her damn scared to try again. Yet Ike was too tempting to resist. She wanted him bad, but past disasters also made her realize it had to be on her terms. She was playing for keeps, not to be humiliated and have her heart broken again. Her terms. Her rules. Her butterscotch martini had given her the courage to finally go after him. But now?

  The crush around them, coupled with the dim lighting, hid the slow crawl of her dress up her body. His hot hand spanned her near naked butt. Why, oh why had she worn pantyhose? She could have tolerated the agony of bare feet in heels, could have bought thigh-high hose for the pleasure of having those long fingers--or, better yet, his cock--thrusting beyond the crotch of her panties.

  He swooped lower, working down her butt crack. She could unzip him just enough to pull his erection free and tuck it between her legs. She lifted her leg higher, ready to do exactly that, then forced it back down. They would lose their jobs if they weren't careful. There had to be a bathroom or deserted storage closet somewhere. If she didn't get him fucking her soon, Mercy would go insane.

  She jerked her lips free with a gasp, ready to suggest they take this elsewhere and fast. Those blue eyes stopped the words before they could escape. He truly did take her breath away. She'd memorized every strand of his dark blond hair, every movement he made, his smile, his laugh, his voice. All went to bed with her at night, a fantasy partner in any and all sexual activity, whether alone or with her occasional fuck buddies, Trent and Robert.

  Now, molded to his statue-perfect body, she had a choice to make--stick with her plan or take what she could get now and let the chips fall where they may later. Chips falling had gotten her nowhere in the past.

  No more subterfuge. No more pretending. He was going to know upfront exactly what she wanted and needed from a relationship from day one. If he couldn't deal with that...

  Please, her body pleaded. Just one hard fuck.

  Her heart and mind took over.

  Mercy offered him her best come-fuck-me smile and glided her hands down his chest, straight to that hot cock. It throbbed in her hand. To leave him this way was a little cruel. She couldn't help that. It wasn't as if she'd intended to come on his thigh. It'd just happened.

  "Ready to call it a night?" he asked. Tension tightened his jaw despite the smile he gave. The poor guy was close to exploding.

  "Sure you want to play? Final warning...I play hard."

  "It's not my first time to the rodeo. I have a safe word, as I'm sure you do."

  That had her smiling. He was no novice. Score one for her team.

  "So..." He let the word hang for a second or two. "What's yours?"

  Smirking, she cupped his erection, then gave it a stroke. "My name. When I need mercy--"

  "You cry, 'Mercy.' Inventive. Mine's not nearly as clever... Zymurgy."

  Mercy laughed. "Now that one would definitely catch someone's attention and take you right out of the moment." Which was the intention of a safe word.

  This was promising. He definitely deserved a little treat before the big game.

  "I think that drink I had earlier may have stayed in my head longer than I anticipated." She pressed her nipples into his chest, smiling when his breath hitched on another long stroke. "I could use a ride home. I can get my car tomorrow...or the next day." Mercy let the last words fall softly as she flicked her tongue over the point of his chin.

  "I'm not sure I can walk without limping," he muttered.

  "Even if I promise a cure once we get to your car?"

  Mercy felt a flash of heat burst from his cock and race over his body. It wrapped around her like an entity all its own, a psychic embrace. Indecision played across his face--he was probably weighing the excitement of public sex against being discovered, fired, and possibly arrested for lewd and lascivious conduct. When placed in that context, Mercy wasn't so sure herself. She did know she wouldn't find the answer in a second butterscotch martini.

  "I'm not known for my discretion when I come," he finally said.

  The declaration wriggled through her. More juices pooled in her crotch.

  "Although the temptation to fuck you right here on the dance floor is more than I can bear." He tightened his hold on her ass and ground his pelvis against her stomach. "Tell me what you have in mind for our drive to your place. A hard fuck in the backseat? Your lips around my cock as I speed down the highway? Or a hand job that will have me shooting cum so far and wide, I'll still be finding it years from now when I'm detailing the interior?"

  Mercy's knees buckled. She would have crumpled to the floor if he hadn't had her locked against him.

  "Or maybe I'll have you peel those cumbersome pantyhose off," he continued. "Then I'll sink my fingers into that hot, tight, wet pussy while you drive us. Or have you put the seat down, and you lie facedown while I warm that bottom with a spanking. All the way to your house."

  He punctuated the sentence with a hard squeeze to her ass. Mercy tried to straddle his thigh once more. He added a pinch to her butt cheek that ordered her to remain still. She wanted that. All of that. But...

  She swallowed past a throat gone dry. "You can dish it out, but can you take it as well?"

  "I can." The erection pulsing between them felt even harder. "For the moment, I know I won't have any control. A kiss of leather or wood to my ass could have me coming a second later. Do you have anything to help keep me contained?"

  I do. I do.

  "As a matter of fact, I do. I also have methods and tools guaranteed to regenerate those who feel they've already finished the race." She managed to slip her hand between his thighs and cupped his sac. His clothing prevented her from getting the good feel she wanted, but it would do. Judging from his tightened jaw and glazed eyes, her touch had the desired effect. "So I guess the balls are in your court." She licked his Adam's apple. "Relief now and later, or just later."

  "There's only so much temptation a man can resist."

  One hand swooped up to caress the side of her breast. Mercy's lips froze at the sweet sensation it gave.

  "Since your methods are guaranteed."

  "Oh, they are." She uttered the words against his lips, then slid her tongue between.

  He sucked in a deep breath through his nose, devastating her once more with the twirl of his tongue with hers, the way his lips kneaded hers into submission. The end of whatever song that had been playing peeled them apart. Simultaneously, they laced fingers and walked off the dance floor toward her table. They barely paused. Mercy merely snagged her purse and jacket from the back of her chair and gave her coworkers at the table a goodbye nod. Knowing smiles replied. God only knew what they'd say if they knew what she did behind closed doors.

  Mercy hugged Ike's arm be
tween her breasts, their hands still interlocked as they made their way to the exit. Cool night air slithered up her short dress the second they stepped outside. Their breath fogged before them. Mercy was certain if she looked down, she'd find steam pouring from her pussy. Her nipples stabbed holes into her bra, making her crave the warmth of Ike's mouth around them. Want swelled her clit. Each step toward the heavily lighted parking lot rubbed it against the crotch of her pantyhose.

  The jingle of keys pulled her attention away from herself. At the remote's chirp, taillights flashed on a light colored four-door sedan. She couldn't tell the make and model and really couldn't care less. All cars looked essentially the same to her. The sooner she got inside this one, the happier she'd be. In fact, if hers had been closer, instead of ten slots down, Mercy would have dragged him inside it.

  "I feel like a teenager on prom night," he said, as he opened the back door.

  She laughed lightly, scooted inside, and peeled off her jacket. "I presume you got lucky that night?"

  "We got caught by our respective coaches and were given a choice." He slid in beside her and shut the door. "Go back to the gym and take ten licks from the coaches' paddles, or have our parents told. And so began my foray into the dark side."

  Her pussy clenched at the thought. "God, Ike," she gasped and crawled facedown over his lap, lifting her ass high.

  "Hike that dress up and pull off those pantyhose," he ordered.

  The tinkle of his belt buckle made her clit throb. Her breasts shook with every breath. The already fogged windows shielded them from view and cut the glare from the security lights.

  Her heels fell to the floorboard with a soft thunk. Mercy wanted to be slow and sensuous, but it wasn't possible. Easing upright, she yanked the hose down and off her legs, watching as Ike laid his belt on the seat and freed a glorious erection. It was perfection. Not too big, not too small. Just right to do it all. The sound of the condom package ripping open sent shudders of anticipation down her spine and swelled her clit all the more. Long, masculine fingers rolled it into place. She licked her lips and reached for it.

  Ike grabbed her arm and pulled her across his lap instead. Her long hair fell over her face, muffling her groan.

  "Nice." He shoved her dress to her waist and rubbed his hand hard over her bare ass, warming it for the punishment to come. "The scent of your pussy fills my car. Best air freshener I've ever had. Spread your legs so I can see it."

  She could smell herself as she did so.

  "Wet, too," he said. "The light's glistening off your skin. And oh, how I love a smooth pussy." He plunged three fingers inside her and pushed against her G-spot.

  Mercy tossed her head back on a groan. His thumb slipped into her anus and he used his little finger to tickle her clit.

  "This is where I'm going to fuck you." He thrust his fingers in and out. She writhed with every thrust, back arched like a cat in heat.

  "This is where I'm going to spank you." He kneaded her ass, then reached around and pinched her clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, while the other hand pumped into her holes.

  Orgasm quaked through her. She gloried in the sweet waves of pleasure, then sank blissfully over his lap.

  "Good girl." He slipped his fingers free and danced his palm over her butt. "I've wanted you from the moment I set eyes on you. What the hell took me so long?"

  She was wondering that for herself. The belt buckle tinkled again. She curled her fingers around the edge of the seat. Still, the first caress of leather made her gasp in anticipation. She felt him shift when he lifted his arm to strike. Then, the first stroke fell.

  "Ooooh, God."

  "Shh." He wrapped his hand around her waist. "You wouldn't want us to be caught, would you?" Two more strokes licked fire over her bottom.

  Her clitoris and labia swelled as if she hadn't had sex in years. Juices dripped onto his thigh. Five swats in quick succession had her writhing over him. She wiggled in a vain attempt to ride his knee to another orgasm. The hand anchoring her waist refused to let her budge. That's when she realized his cock was wedged against her hip.

  She rocked into it with every taste of the belt that heated her butt. God, he could spank well. Slow, relentless, thorough, firing her pussy to the breaking point and still making her wait for it, making her want more. When Mercy was sure she'd die if she didn't come soon, he rolled her over.

  He cradled her against his chest, wrapping her in comfort while his hands roamed her breasts and belly. She wished she'd taken the dress off, wished he'd yank it off her, shove her down, and fuck her until her brain shut down the rest of the way. The cock wedged into her lower back promised all that and more.

  "Drape your legs over my knees." He urged her thighs apart, lifting her legs to his knees.

  Mercy could barely think straight. He parted his thighs once she was positioned. The scent of her pussy filled the air all the more. Her breaths were as hard as his as he spread her juices over her crotch, down her inner thighs. She melted into the caress, mesmerized by his touch. Then he shifted. Her heartbeat skipped as he wrapped his belt around his hand until only a tongue of leather remained.

  "Now for that clit," he whispered in her ear and tapped the leather against her crotch.

  Mercy bucked into the feeling, spreading herself wider. Each light spank pulled her higher to the crest. Just when she was certain she was at the top, he moved away and tapped the leather against her inner thighs.

  "Damn you, Ike Campbell," she muttered.

  He chuckled. "Promise you'll make me pay for it later?"

  "I'll make you pay for it now if you don't let me come."

  "Intriguing, sweetheart. Let's just say I feel your agony." He thrust his cock against her lower back and tapped her clit once more.

  Mercy sighed with pleasure. "Ah yes, right there. God, I want to fuck you so hard."

  "Hmm, I bet you want this more." He pressed the leather into her clit and rubbed.

  Climax washed over her, the force roaring in her ears. Mercy waited until the last tremor faded, then threw herself around and onto his cock. Mercy rolled her head back in wonder at the hot penis filling her. She felt every ripple along its length, every throbbing vein.

  He dug his fingers into her butt cheeks and urged her to move. Gripping the back of the seat, Mercy pivoted onto his length, fucking him as hard as he fucked her. If any passersby had any doubts before about what they were doing, they wouldn't now. The car rocked like a rowboat in a storm-tossed ocean.

  And damn if she wasn't going to come again.

  Her cunt muscles clutched him. With every thrust of their hips, Ike's dick grew harder. Orgasm built from deep within. She sensed he waited for her, or was she waiting for him? Then something clicked, as if a switch had been thrown. Mercy's body locked with his, frozen in that split second before climax. Release came with raw moans, like animals unleashed. They ground into each other, riding out the sensation to the body-sagging finish.

  She dropped her head onto his shoulder, soaking in the circles he rubbed on her back and the sweet kisses of after-love.

  "Wow," he muttered against her hair.

  "Oh yeah," she replied. "I can't wait to take you home."

  "Soon as we can move," he said with a small laugh.

  "Don't fade on me now, big guy."

  He gave her bottom a pat. "What about those rejuvenating methods and tools you bragged about? As I recall, you did say they were guaranteed to regenerate."

  "I did indeed." Mercy plucked open his shirt buttons, slipped her hand inside, and pinched his nipple hard.

  Ike gasped. His short nails dug into her ass. She smiled when his cock started to swell once more in her cunt.

  "See?" she said and pinched him again. "I'm going to have you crying mercy soon."

  "Oh, baby, I already am."

  "Are you sure?" She squeezed her pussy around his cock and wound up taking her own breath away at the feel of him burrowed deep. "Final warning. It'll make what we've
done here look like a game of patty-cake."

  "That's exactly what I'm hoping for. There is one thing stopping me, though."

  Mercy's heart jolted with the words. She'd pushed too far. Although she tried to tell herself it was better to know now than later, disappointment weighed her down. "And what's that?" she managed to ask.

  Ike nuzzled his face into her neck. "I can't drive from the backseat, or with you riding my cock. But I will admit the thought of my penis facing the cold again after the fire in your pussy makes me want to try keeping you on it while I drive us home."

  Mercy grinned. "I can't remember when I've been more uniquely flattered."

  She nipped at his earlobe, then eased from his lap. Cool air sucked away the heat they'd generated. "Make sure you follow closely. I wouldn't want you to get lost."

  Ike's fingers wrapped around her upper arm and held her in place. "You don't want me to drive you home?"

  "I have a feeling I'll be too sated tomorrow to want to retrieve my car." She traced his lips with her tongue, then drew his bottom lip between hers in a gentle suck.

  Leaving his car ranked as one of the hardest things Mercy had ever done. She'd wanted him too badly for too long, but to have him meant having him all the way. No half measures. No dancing around. She was giving him another opportunity to leave. Come the harsh light of day, she wanted no question in his mind that he'd made the choice to be with her--no excuses about having had to drive her home.

  Clutching her jacket tight to ward off the February night, Mercy hurried to her car. She heard his engine start, the sound of him backing up. Headlights cast her shadow on the asphalt.

  He was following.

  Her heart raced with every step she took.

  Chapter 3

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  Ike stewed over her change of heart. It sounded like a dump job to him. She'd gotten what she wanted and planned to leave him in the dust. He was ready to say fuck it and take off when his headlights washed over her departing figure. He felt like a jerk for not offering to walk or drive her to her vehicle. Yes, it was only ten spaces down, but a gentleman would have made sure she'd gotten there safely. He'd been so startled by her perceived kiss-off, Ike hadn't thought of it.