“Lay down,” I tell him.
He lifts a brow but lies his large body across my mattress. I yank his boxers down, revealing his impressive erection. I keep to the side of him and steal the bottle from his hand, and pour a generous amount of the liquid onto his stomach. The man is so cut, the alcohol pools in the crevice between his abs.
I drop down and slurp the liquid into my mouth, taking some time to lick up the trails that traveled a little lower.
Merrick watches me with intense eyes, so I move between his legs and slowly lick and kiss my way around his cock, putting my lips everywhere except where he wants them to be.
“Goddammit, Ali,” he growls. “Suck me.”
My eyes flicker up to his and I offer him a wicked smile as I bypass his cock and lick around his balls.
“Oh. Mmm,” he moans, flopping back to the bed.
After teasing him for a little while longer, I get off the bed and put the bottle of Johnnie on the nightstand before reaching into the drawer and grabbing a condom and some lube.
I toss those on the bed before getting comfortable between Merrick’s legs again. This time, I don’t play around. I grip his cock in my hand and take him deep in my mouth.
“Jesus,” he gasps, his hands shooting to my head where his fingers tangle in my hair.
I do a mixture of licking, sucking, and stroking his cock, loving the way he reacts to me. He’s nothing but grunts and moans of pleasure.
When I finally pull myself away from his dick, I grab the lube and pour a generous amount in my hand before reaching around and prepping myself. Merrick snatches the condom up and rips it open, quickly sheathing himself in latex.
With another handful of lube, I stroke his cock and then straddles his hips. I rise up and reach for his erection and slowly sink down on him.
“Fuck, baby,” he exclaims, holding onto my waist.
Once I’m comfortable, I start rocking my hips back and forth and move up and down, letting him fill and stretch me.
“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling me down.
I keep moving as I lean over him, bringing my chest to his. Merrick places his hands on my back and stares deeply into my eyes.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
I find it hard to think the sexiest man I’ve ever seen finds me sexy, but his compliment sends warmth through my chest. I press my lips against his in response.
His hands move to my ass as I ease away from the kiss. “You know how much you mean to me, right?”
I nod against his head with a moan, but that isn’t the response he wants. He brings his hands to my face and aligns my eyes with his.
“You know I love you, right?”
An overwhelming urge to cry hits me and I don’t even know why. He’s deep inside me, but his words reach a deeper part of me. Those three words penetrate my heart and burrow themselves far in the center.
“I love you, too.”
He kisses me softly and passionately, bringing our tongues together in a dance.
“Never forget that,” he says, grabbing a hold of me and rolling us over in one quick movement. He readjusts his cock and pushes back inside.
He thrusts deep and hard, lighting every one of my nerve endings on fire. Merrick braces himself over me, rocking his hips back and forth while his mouth nips at my neck and jaw.
“Fuck. Your body was made for mine,” he grunts. “It’s just so fucking good.”
“It’s yours. I’m yours,” I pant, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm building.
Merrick gets on his knees and keeps fucking me while he reaches down to stroke my throbbing cock.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
“This is mine?” he questions.
“Yes. Oh, God. Yes,” I cry.
He drops his head back. “Jesus Christ.”
I chance a glance at him and feel like I’ve just been transported into my favorite porn. His body shines with sweat. His abs contract as he thrusts in and out, and his bicep flexes as he strokes my cock. Merrick’s hair flops onto his forehead and his tongue dances across his sinful lips.
“Oh, my God!”
My balls tingle and tighten and I force myself to watch his every movement.
Merrick hitches one of my legs up higher on his hip as he continues to fuck me into ecstasy, and his hand strokes me to perfection.
“I’m. . .oh shit,” I yell just as the first ribbon of cum shoots out.
“Ah, fuck,” he says with a grunt, watching the cum cover his fingers.
After my cock is spent, he lets go and yanks me even closer, holding onto my hips as he punishes me with his cock.
It’s only a couple minutes later that he’s filling the room with a guttural roar as he comes while buried deep inside my ass.
“Jesus Christ,” he breathes.
He stays inside me as he leans over and drops his forehead to mine, and I trail my fingers up his arms, holding onto his biceps.
“Mm, that was amazing,” I say.
He slowly pulls out and lies on his back next to me, pulling the condom off. “Probably better than that, but I’m too exhausted to think of a better word.”
I chuckle. “And you call yourself a songwriter.”
“I could write a song about you.”
“My lips? I remember you telling me that,” I say with a grin.
“Oh, no. This song would be about much more than your lips,” he says, caressing my face.
My grin grows into a Cheshire Cat smile. “I look forward to hearing it.”
Merrick winks at me before climbing out of bed to get rid of the condom and go to the bathroom. It takes me a few minutes before I’m willing to even attempt to get out of bed, but when I do, I throw on my boxer-briefs and strip the bed of its covers. We were kind of careless with the whiskey, but it was definitely worth it.
An hour later, after we’ve both showered and gotten the
