Mercy F*uck (24 page)

“Axle,” Carrie says stepping between us. “I married you knowing you didn’t love me. I did it knowing I’d never be Drew. Because of you and Drew, I found Tiny. So…thank you.”

“You’re thanking me for being an asshole?”

“I’m thanking you for doing what needed to be done so we could both be happy.”

“Christ…”

“And I’m sorry for guilting you into sticking it out with me. I’m sorry for all the nonsense I put you through too.”

“No one is as sorry as I am,” I say quietly. “You didn’t deserve it, Carrie.”

“We good?” Tiny asks taking her by the hand.

“Yeah,” she smiles big and I’ll even admit, beautifully. Now I knew what she looked like happy. “We’re good.”

“Yeah,” I nod. “We’re good.”

When they leave, Drew wraps herself around me and I felt the rubber resting on my lower back.

“Move big black from my back,” I warn her.

“Ooh,” she says sexily. “You want it…
lower
? Kinky.”

Smacking her ass, she uses her vibrator to taunt me until I backed her into a corner. I won’t lie, it felt good on my ass but that fucking thing still wasn’t getting anywhere near it.

Getting yourself off out of necessity was one thing. Having the man you spent the bulk of your life fantasizing about doing for you took pleasure to the next level. It didn’t hurt that this particular model had enough zing for even the most experienced masturbators, like myself.  “This cock has a lot of horsepower,” he says running it between my legs, marveling at my response. When I continued moaning and thrashing, he settles it directly on my clit and I’m certain my eyes rolled back. The look of absolute shock on his face was priceless but I was too busy gearing up to explode to laugh. “Jesus, you’re coming again, aren’t you?”

Screaming, “Fuck yes,” I wasn’t sure if I was coming or seizing and I don’t think he knew either.

After getting past his apprehension of big black, he’s made me come three times in a row.

He was so proud of himself he refused to let me come down. He was also a pro pushing me toward my fourth.

“You’re swollen,” he says in amazement.

“More,” I beg him.

“This thing is amazing,” he says running it over my clit again. Arching up in ecstasy, I grip his shoulders and ride it out. “You want me to fuck you with it?”

“No,” I pant. “I want your cock.”

“Good answer,” he growls taking me to my back. “But we’re keeping it close. I like you swollen.”

Reaching for him to take him in hand, he denies me by pressing my thighs apart and sliding inside.

Every inch of me was loose, allowing him to manipulate me however he saw fit. Pumping into me, he places my heels on his shoulders and goes even deeper. With his arms caging me in while he thrust deep inside me, I held on and simply felt. Listening to the noises our bodies were making had me tightening up to come again. I’ve never come this many times and it was too much, yet not enough. So when Axle pulls out and backs away, my growl of disapproval should have scared him. It didn’t.

I need to step up my game
…

Pulling me to the edge by my ankles, he kneels on the floor, puts my legs over his shoulders and buries his face in my pussy. Arching up to watch him eat me, the second he slid his tongue in, I screamed his name. As he continued to lick me from top to bottom I was saying all sorts of shit that made no sense.

When he nibbled on my clit, I honest to God sunk my hands into his hair and nearly ripped it out at the root. “You like that,” he grins. “I wonder what else you like.”

“What has gotten into you?” I wheeze out.

“I’ve got a lot to make up for,” he winks and then stares at my pussy with the most intense look I have ever seen. “Starting with eating your pussy as much as possible. I’m thinking at least three times a day until I catch up.”

His declaration stunned me but it also moved me. From time to time he’d reference the past and how much we missed out on. Not just with sex, but life together. The night I shared with him nine years ago had been amazing, but everything I’d learned through trial and error had come…after Axle.

Where I had gone full throttle fucking every decent looking guy with a dick, Axle had married.

Needless to say, our levels of experience varied, which is why I let him set the pace.

I didn’t want him to ever think that he didn’t have the skills to please me or that he wasn’t enough. Because sex with Axle was off the charts. The moment he walked back into my life, the last nine years of random fucks had been forgotten. Pushing myself up and moving my legs from his shoulders, I pull him to me and cup his face in my hands. Hoping the words made sense and that I didn’t cry when I said them, I whispered, “You don’t have to catch up. It’s not a competition, it’s just us.”

“Fuck yes it is,” he says tightening his grip on my hips. “I want to be the best you’ve ever had, I need that, Drew. I need to erase every motherfucker who came after me too.” Gripping my neck, he locks eyes with me and whispers, “I need to be your everything outside of bed and in it. You’ve got to let me earn that.”

And I’d had enough. He’s pushed me too far and I snapped.

Breaking his hold, I used my foot to push him flat on his ass. “The fuck was that for?” he argues trying to stand. I get where he was coming from. It’s not every day your woman gets kicky and I kicked
hard
.

“Get in that bed and lie on your back, Axle.”

“Drew – ”

“
Now
.”

Never taking his eyes from mine, he does as he’s told. Once he was prone, I straddled him and when he was about to speak, I demanded he, “Shut the fuck up and listen.”

Props to Axle for being able to keep quiet because doing so was killing him. Heeding orders was not his way. Giving orders was and most of the time I was cool with it. Until, I wasn’t. Taking his cock in hand, I squeeze it just enough to get his full attention. Resting his hands on my thighs, I enjoy seeing him affected like this. Gently stroking him, I watch his breath quicken and once and for all explain how it’s going to be. “That night with you was and still is the most beautiful experience of my life. What you did for me, how you cared for me… You were perfect. When you asked me if I was sure, I knew that waiting was the right thing to do. I loved you with my whole heart, captain clueless, and being with you was all I ever wanted and I finally thought I had you. Which is why I took those two words so hard. There’s a difference between sex and fucking, Axle. For me sex without feelings was just basic fucking which is what I did. I gave not one shit about any of them and I still don’t. I need you to understand you can’t erase what doesn’t exist because the second I saw you again, the only man that exists for me is
you
.” Leaning forward and working his cock with one hand while balancing on the other I remind him, “You have always been everything to me and if our time apart proved anything, it’s that I had nothing until you came back.”

With hope in his eyes, he asks, “I please you? You’re not bullshitting me?”

“Yes, you please me,” I smile in truth. “Do I honestly look a woman who isn’t pleased? You just ate my pussy like it was the last supper, JC.”

“I do love your pussy,” he says in that cocky voice I loved. “And I’m still hungry.”

With him hard and ready, I rock back and elevate just enough to tease him with what’s to come. Axle’s cock in my hand, I line up and bite my lip. “Let me ask you something.”

“Whatever it is, fuck yes,” he pants.

“I was going to ask if I please you too, but it seems I have my answer.”

Just as he was about to argue, I spread myself open and sink down onto him with force. Gripping my hips and roaring, “Fuck!” I watched him fight for control and lose. With my palms on his chest and his big hands now on my ass, I work him over with everything I’ve got. We were both covered in sweat. This was primitive and uninhibited. For every bounce, he smacked my ass. For every roll of my hips, he pinched my nipples.  Holding out was perfect torture for me but he needed to stop chasing his release and let it happen. Wearing a savage and territorial expression on his face, I put an end to his torture when I sank down hard, grabbed his balls and whispered, “
This
is what everything feels like and it’s all yours.” And when he came it was screaming my name in introduction to the neighbors.
 

“You did something different with your hair,” I said twining it around my fingers. Drew had the softest hair in the world. Naturally curly and rich in color, I loved that she had so much of it. Naturally gorgeous and never needing makeup, she was the only girl I knew that worked in a bar without trying to look like she worked in a bar. “Did you layer it?”

“Yeah,” she said softly. Not one to fish for compliments, Drew also had a hard time accepting them.

“Looks beautiful,” I said releasing the curl. “Then again, it always does.”

“I can’t believe you noticed my hair,” she said as in shock.

“When it comes to you, I notice everything.”

At her gasp of surprise, I watched her face soften and knew I was one step closer to making her mine.

For a woman who never allowed herself to be still, she hadn’t moved in hours.

Considering how she worked me over, I didn’t blame her. Hell, I was still coming to terms with it.

However, Drew asleep on my chest with her hair suffocating me was my kind of perfect.

As far as I was concerned, everything about her was.

She calmed me like no one else could. She put my fears to rest and made me feel like a king at the same time.

Only she could make room in her life for my ex and not make my life a living hell about having an ex.

It’s not that Carrie was a bad person; she just wasn’t my person.

She had problems that needed real attention and I wasn’t the guy that cared enough to help her through it.

Though, it looks like Tiny was that guy and I was cool with that.

It was close to seven a.m. when my phone buzzed. Checking the text, I was surprised to see it from Gadget. Opening it, he let me know Officer Willis was snooping around my building. He also said, Whisky, the guy I hired who also worked in the assassin business with his wife, Camo; spotted Willis and sent him away with an ass beating.

If there are two people you do not want to fuck with it’s Gadget, his wife, and anyone associated with them. Whisky, whose real name I don’t even know, liked killing people but he was bored. He was also a born hunter. Granted, we didn’t kill people in my line of work, but he was up for the hunting so I let him have at it.

The guy was nuts and proud of it.

So when Gadget said he needed an outlet, was solid, and I could count on him, I didn’t do much more than give him a key and tell him to have at it.

Another text comes through, this time from Whisky.

His text mirrored Gadget’s except he asked if the guy came back if he could gut him. My answer was no and then I tossed the phone. It wasn’t a full minute later when hers started making noise.