Novel Full Chapter 156. A Very Steamy Bath IV
Chapter 156: 156. A Very Steamy Bath IV
Maisie
I felt the orgasm building not like a detonation, something catastrophic and inevitable.
And when he sucked so hard, I saw stars, and his fingers curled just right, it hit.
I screamed his name so loud my throat went raw. My insides clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic spasms, and through it all he kept licking, kept stroking, drawing it out until I was sobbing, oversensitive, trying to squirm away. He pinned my hips with his free arm and didn’t stop until I was begging.
"Please—Mercer—please—"
He lifted his head. His mouth and chin were wet, glistening with my slick. The sight of him like that sent me into a frenzy and I was moving, my chest slamming into his, knocking us back hard enough that the tub cracked at the edge.
But I didn’t care as he caught me with a soft laugh.
I straddled his hips, one leg on either side, and positioned myself over him.
"Adams, wait—shit."
I felt the head of his cock nudged my entrance, and I bore down hard.
We both groaned. My nails dug into his shoulder as my eyes widened and watered, trying to readjust around a size I had forgotten. But my inner walls were too excited, gripping around the inch of him happily, refusing to let go so I could take more.
"Moon fucking—fuck. You’re strangling me, woman."
Mercer bit against my shoulder, scattering ravenous kisses down my throat, across my collarbone. And then, he dipped his head and sucked my nipple into his mouth. "Relax and release, May. Think you could do that for me?"
I nodded. Yes. Anything. I would do anything to feel him moving inside me.
His tongue lashed against the aching heaviness of my breasts, applying just the right amount of pressure, and an ’oh’ sound escaped me as another inch of him fucked into me.
He growled deeply, shaking with restraint, continuing his assault as I contracted and released around him, taking him inch by inch, until I was full, so full of him, my throat tightened like he was in there.
My mouth fell open. My eyes rolled back. My hands found purchase on the tub behind him, and I started to move.
Mercer pulled back and I opened my eyes to find him watching where I rocked against him, rolling my hips and letting out soft gasps every time the base of his knot brushed over my clit.
He watched me like he was helpless. Ensnared. There was such endless hunger in his eyes, it drove me wild.
If a little insane.
I lifted myself almost off his cock until there was nothing but the tip left inside, and I slammed back down. The impact rippled through my ass, my thighs, my belly. Mercer shouted something wordless and his hands shook with restraint as his hips bucked up to meet me.
But he didn’t take his eyes off me. It was like he was physically incapable of doing so.
He watched me reach back and grip his thighs. He watched me spread my thighs wider. And he watched me ride him.
I didn’t think I knew what I was doing. But weeks of being mindlessly in heat had made me retain muscle memory.
My body remembered everything my mind did not, and it remembered how to ride my men.
Slowly at first. Until I was drenched enough to change the rhythm. And my nails sank into his knees, drawing blood, as I came down faster, harder.
His green eyes widened. And his lips parted. His brows furrowed. And for a second, there was something so pure and soft and in his expression, that it frightened me.
Because I recognized it.
I’d seen my mother look at my father the same way, every day. I’d seen it in the way Mr. Chastain looked at Violette.
"Mercer," I whispered, jolting into a halt.
He blinked once, and the emotion was gone from his face in a heartbeat. He grabbed my waist, lifted me off his waist, and I yelped when the world tilted and I felt the edge of the tub bite against my stomach.
"It seems to me that you’ve adjusted just fine," he growled behind me.
My nipples grazed the wet porcelain and I barely had a second to get comfortable before he drove into me.
All of my thoughts went over the deep end.
I choked out a cry, my nails digging into the tub as he pulled out and slammed back in, harder this time, and the rhythm he set became punishing. Deep strokes that curved in a way that made my eyes cross. Hard jolts I felt in my stomach as my body thrusted forward, leaving my ass arched higher in the air.
The slap of wet skin echoed around us and needing to see him, I glanced over my shoulder.
"You like to watch?" he asked when I got distracted by the powerful roll of muscles and how breathtaking he looked when he was owned by his desire for me.
And I mindlessly nodded.
He chuckled. "Far too curious for your own good."
One hand left my hip and tangled in my hair, yanking my head back against him and an army banded around my torso, lifting me without pulling out of me.
I frowned when he stepped out of the tub, but got mildly distracted again when the jostle of his body pushed an inch and out of me.
"What are you—oh," I exclaimed shyly, red spreading along my cheeks when my hip hit the edge of the sink.
The mirror above it was fogged over, but I could still see our reflection clear enough that heat began curling inside me even tighter than before.
He was so much larger than me that he didn’t quite fit in the large frame, but it didn’t matter.
"Hands on the counter," he ordered. "Look at yourself."
I put my hands on the cold marble and lowered my gaze to my own smaller body. I watched in the fogged mirror as his hands slid around my waist appreciatively.
They traveled up my ribs slowly, teasing the pale skin under my breasts for a moment before cupping them. My head dropped back against his chest on a soft moan as he pinched my nipples between thumb and forefinger, flicking them, and I watched my lips part, my eyes grow a dark electric blue and my skin flush an arresting shade of red.
He released one breast and slid his hand down my belly, parting my swollen folds with two fingers, baring me to myself.
I could see all of it. The slickness glistening between my thighs, and the length of him buried inside me.
He lowered his mouth to my ear. "Beautiful, aren’t you? Wet and dripping down my cock." His thumb flattened over my clit. "That’s all for me, isn’t it?"
I gasped, rising on the tip of my toes as he stroked me. "Yes."
"Whose pussy is this, May?"
It was getting increasingly difficult to think with him swelling inside me and his hands working me into a writhing mess, until I was pushing up and down against his length mindlessly, wanting nothing more than to get bent over the counter and rutted.
"Mine?" I answered, trying to be quirky, but clearly, Mercer didn’t like that, because he sank his teeth into my neck hard enough to hurt, and my insides spasmed around my scream, "Yours."
His possessive gaze watched me through the mirror. "Who makes you come?"
"Jericho?"
He bit me again and punctuated the harsh puncture with a thrust so deep, I gagged around a high-pitched, "You!"
"And who fucks you from now on?"
For some reason, it felt like I was selling my soul over to the devil. But I couldn’t have cared for the details, so long as he was going to fulfil his own end of his bargain and make me his. "Mercer," I moaned.