Page 35 of No Merciful Corruption

I claw at what’s left of his clothes—half opened belt, pants, underwear—while his tongue invades my mouth. When he’s finally undressed I touch him everywhere, shamelessly and without reservation, reveling in the access he gives me to his body. He’s firm and toned in all the places I’m not and my body yields to his like the pieces of a puzzle. His chest fits perfectly against my breasts, my head rests in the crook his neck, our legs are tangled, hips locked. As he sucks and bites at the sensitive skin of my breasts, leaving bruises to mark his territory, I grab a fistful of him and stroke from tip to base.

His throbbing erection jerks in my hand as I guide it to my entrance, desperate from him to take me there. I lift my hips and slide him inside just an inch but an inch must be enough.

He doesn’t hide his pleasure from me. When he releases my nipple from his mouth it’s to moan against my ear, the deep, guttural sound sending a wave of gratification through me. So I lift my hips further, guide him in deeper, and he grips the armrest behind my head and lets out a moan so rough and deep I swear I can feel my own arousal dripping down my thighs. Once he’s fully seated inside of me, he slides both arms under my thighs and spreads my legs as far as they’ll go. He carries their weight and holds me in this position as he pistons into me. I’m impressed by his dexterity because he manages to hold my legs up in a way that still leaves his hands free; he wraps them around my thighs almost like an embrace and presses his palms into my lower abdomen to keep me in place. Otherwise, he’d fuck me right off the armrest of this sofa.

He ruts into me like a madman and the high-pitched cries leaving me are nothing short of humiliating but I don’t care. I don’t care. I squirm and moan and whimper for more which seems to please him because he rewards me by dragging his tongue across my bottom lip. “I’m going to come so long and deep inside you, I’ll be dripping down your legs for weeks.”

My inner walls tighten around him and his thrusting becomes more erratic. Real tears roll down my temples as he nearly splits me in half. I’m so close I lower a hand between us and stroke my own clit. Explosions of pleasure ripple through my body and my cheeks heat with embarrassment as he lowers his gaze to watch. His eyes are black with hunger and not a glimmer of green or brown remains. He lowers his mouth to my ear and whispers to me.

“You have no idea how good your pussy feels. It’s the tightest I’ve ever hand the pleasure of sinking into. The only one I want for the rest of my life.” It’s so filthy, so wrong but I can’t get enough of him speaking to me this way. “Not only does it taste delicious but it’s fucking greedy too. Every time I’m inside you, it clenches around me like it doesn’t want to let go. Squeezes and pulses and conforms to the shape of me.”

“Oh my God,” I whimper. “Alex⁠—”

“Did any of your other lovers fuck you like this?”

I shake my head so hard my neck cracks. “N-no.” I swallow hard.

“Was it the same?”

“No,” I choke out. “I wasn’t in love with them.”

He almost loses focuses but resolves to fuck me harder, ramming into me until it hurts. “You thought of me when you were with them.”

It’s a statement. Not a question.

“Constantly.” The word bursts from me like a confession, strangled by the sounds of pleasure he reams out of me. I lift my head to capture his lips with mine, kissing him as deeply as he’ll let me. “Constantly, constantly, constantly.”

He kisses me back but not as long as I’d like.

When he speaks next his voice catches and I know he’s so close he’s delirious. “My God, I love you. I love you.”

Climax rips through me. My own screams pierce my eardrums and I throw my arms around him to hold on, terrified I might fall. I’ve never felt anything so intense or earth-shattering. I feel it from the very tips of my ears down to my toes. My stomach clenches and I come so hard my thighs flood with release and soak the sofa beneath us. All over my body convulses and shakes, tingles and vibrates, and my ears are ringing. Alejandro continues to stroke my clit in the absence of my own touch and fucks me through this mind-blowing orgasm and into another one where he finds his own release. I feel it when he comes inside me, long and hard, making my insides hot and full. I hold him through it and by the time it’s over we’re both so exhausted we collapse without saying another word.

* * *

Alejandro

Dahlia hasn’t laughed this hard in so long. I nearly forgot what it sounded like.

“No, no, no! I specifically remember it was the weekend we went to Paris and that was in April. I told Diego a thousand times not to go up to the third floor because it was still being demoed and he fell right through the floorboards! Remember, we came home hours later and his leg was dangling from the ceiling?”

The memory that materializes draws a chuckle from my lips. “Wait…wasn’t he wearing Spider-Man socks? Is that the time you’re talking about?”

“Yes!” She howls with laughter and rolls over in my arms, unable to contain herself. “Jesus Christ…the socks! I forgot the socks!”

“I remember now…you’re right, that was in April.”

Dahlia laughs so hard her eyes are flooded with tears. “He was…it was just his calf…floating from the ceiling!”

I’ve lost track of how long we’ve been here. There’s no light outside but there rarely ever is during the winter and at some point, the two of us drifted off into sleep. What woke me was Dahlia’s lips on my skin and then her lips below my hips and the explosive pleasure that comes with a mouth as generous and expert as hers. It was how we ended up on the study floor, grasping at each other like wild animals, and after that round was over, I got it into my head that I could get the fireplace working.

Which, I did.

The flame may be a little intense but we don’t have a stitch of clothing on. All the sofa pillows have been pilled against it on the floor and a massive throw blanket covers us from the hips down. Dahlia burrows herself deeper into my side, finding warmth in both my body and the knitted blanket covering her toes. They’re always the first thing to get cold.

“I wonder how long he was up there before we found him.” She muses aloud.

“Hours, days, weeks.”