“Yes, we’re on the same page.” Mercedes paused briefly. “Just remember we made a deal. I get to dominate you, as well. And there are no hard limits.”
“Trust me baby, I doubt that’s something I’ll ever forget.” The idea of Mercedes dominating him was ludicrous, but he wasn’t about to tell her that. He’d made a deal, and he wouldn’t go back on his word. And just like her, he’d give her his complete and total trust. She would do with it what she wanted.
And in the end, they’d both be stronger for it.
~*~*~*~
Mercedes was hanging by a thread, and she wondered whether Xander knew it.
Here they were, having a somewhat casual, although extremely important, conversation, yet he continued to tease her with the very tip of his finger against her clit. It was driving her absolutely mad, but she’d held back, refusing to let him see her weakness.
“Now what?” she asked, trying to keep her composure, but falling apart little by little as each second passed.
“Now I’m going to make you come,” Xander said, surprising her. “With my mouth.”
“Oh.”
Xander grinned that devious, seductive smirk that made her legs weak. Thankfully she was sitting down, so she didn’t have to worry about falling over.
“Up on the bed,” Xander instructed, tilting his head in the direction of the bed behind her. “Just scoot back until your ass is on the edge, then pull your knees in against your chest.”
Wait, what?
Mercedes tried to envision what that position would look like. It didn’t take much of an imagination to figure it out.
Slowly, hesitantly, she moved back, using her hands to walk herself up onto the mattress. It was firm, yet soft, and the duvet that covered it was plush and cool against her tingling skin. When her ass was on the very edge, she stopped.
Trying her damnedest not to think about the fact that she was here with Xander – her friend – or about how uncomfortable this situation was, she did as he asked, driven solely by selfish need. Lying back, she pulled her legs against her chest which put her even more on display than before.
Hoping he didn’t see the heated blush that overcame her, Mercedes stared up at the ceiling.
“Pull your knees wide,” he instructed.
With her knees still drawn in against her body, she used her arms to pull them apart, cool air being pushed down from the ceiling fan caressed her overheated pussy.
The chill was immediately replaced by warmth and her insides clenched painfully. Xander had pushed the cedar chest out of the way and was kneeling at the foot of the bed, his mouth now delightfully close to where she needed it.
“I’ve wanted to taste you for so long,” he said affectionately, making Mercedes suck in a breath. She continued to be shocked by his words, but more by their delivery. It was as though this wasn’t a spur of the moment decision, but rather something he’d considered for a long time.
Could that be true? Could he really…
“Oh, God!” she moaned when his tongue lashed against her swollen folds, teasing her as he went.
Keeping her hands on her knees, she tried to hold herself still, not wanting him to stop as the pleasure consumed her. It was intense to say the least. Chill bumps broke out over every single inch of her skin as the incredible sensation of his mouth on her sensitive skin overwhelmed her.
“Feel good?”
“Yes,” she moaned again as he lapped at her pussy once more.
“Then I’ll continue,” he told her. “Oh, and Mercedes?”
“Yes?” she asked breathlessly, wishing she could tell him to shut up and make her come.
“You can come when you’re ready.”
“Thank you,” she said, honestly meaning it. If he’d asked her to hold off, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to and strangely, she didn’t want to disappoint him.
The firm press of his tongue as it caressed her, delicately sliding over her clit on each torturous upstroke had her body trembling. The man certainly knew what he was doing. There was no hesitation in his movements, no questioning whether he was doing it right, and that in itself was so fucking hot, Mercedes was sure she’d explode soon.
Holding out wasn’t an option. It’d been far too long since she’d had a man between her thighs like this. It was intimate and required that she get emotionally closer than she cared to. Something she’d refused to do for the last year or so.
Pressing her head into the mattress, she tried to lift her hips, wanting to bring Xander’s mouth closer, to apply more friction, maybe tempt him to add a finger.
“Oh, God,” she moaned when he sucked her clit into his mouth, using his tongue to lash over the sensitive bundle of nerves until she was shaking from the orgasm that was threatening to break free.