Hold On

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 *.

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.”

I dug through.

Who packed this? There was nothing there. Makeup. Deodorant. Socks. Jeans. Some panties.

I needed a goddamned top!

“Baby, what the fuck?”

I felt a hand light on my back.

I whirled viciously, swiping it away.

“Jesus.”

“Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” I bit out.

“Cherie—”

“Do not ever fuckin’ touch me,” I clipped.

I saw a hand come my way, aiming at my jaw, and heard a soft, gentle, sweet repeat of “Cherie—”

I attacked.

Savage.

Wild.

I hit. I kicked. I clawed. I bit.

I heard grunts. I heard curses.

I nearly got caught but leapt away and kept fighting.

Verbally.

“You hold me down, do you see her?” I asked, my voice grating with fury.

“See who?”

“See her. See her. See her! When you hold me down, face in the bed, motherfucker, do you see her? The woman you wish you were fucking?”

“Cher, that’s—”

“Do you?”

“Baby, it’s only you.”

“Fuck you!”

“It’s only ever been you.”