Chapter 96 CALLING FOR ME
CHAOS.
“But how could it… go further?”
I let my gaze linger on her for a moment.
Merrielynn was sitting on the balcony of my apartment, her curiosity… and innocence, damn near leaving me floored.
Something told me I was about to rock her world.
Letting go of her, I took a step back, holding my hands up to stop her before she could follow me. Her brow furrowed, but she listened, watching me warily as I took another step and sat down on an oversized lounge chair, long and wide enough that I could stretch my legs out and still have plenty of room.
I settled in, relaxed back, and kicked my shoes off before looking at her again.
She was fidgeting nervously. Good.
“Strip.”
The word set her face on fire, her cheeks bright red, her eyes widening with shock. “What?”
“Strip,” I said again. “Take your clothes off.”
She didn’t move an inch. “I thought you… that we would…” Her eyes darted toward the glass doors leading back into the room.
“Tonight we’ll try something different.”
“Oh.”
I nodded toward her as I said the word for the third time. “Strip.”
This time she didn’t question it.
Reaching down, she grasped the bottom of her dress and quickly pulled it over her head before letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in a strapless black bra and matching thong. She kicked off her shoes before hesitating, eyeing me questioningly.
I nodded, encouraging her to go on.
The bra hit the patio floor within seconds before she hooked her thumbs on the sides of her thong, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes as she yanked them down. She stood there afterward, completely naked. She positioned her arms in front of her in an attempt to shield her body.
I just stared at her, taking in every curve she let me see.
She fidgeted more from the unabashed attention.
“Well?” she said, a bite to her words. “Are you happy now?”
Huh. Defensive.
I liked it.
“Very,” I confessed. “Although your stripping skills could use a bit of work.”
“Yeah, well, excuse the fuck out of me. You just said take them off… wasn’t aware I was supposed to put on some stunt moves or make a show of it.”
“Now you know for next time.”
She rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile present, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
I motioned for her to come closer, and she obliged, stepping right over to me. As soon as she was close enough, I grasped her hips, pulling her down onto the lounge chair with me. She straddled my lap, her hands resting between her legs.
“I love every inch of you,” I told her. “Every part of your body that makes you nervous gives me pleasure. I see no flaws, nothing for you to be ashamed of or humiliated over… nothing you should hide from me. I’ve seen it all, and I love it. You’re beautiful.”
Her expression softened, her shoulders relaxing.
My hands drifted from her hips up to her chest, my fingertips grazing her breasts, thumbs brushing against her erect nipples.
She bit down on her bottom lip.
I kissed her softly, tweaking her nipples as she squirmed against me. My lips moved from hers, tracing her jawline, before I whispered in her ear. “Touch yourself.”
Her eyes widened as I pulled away, relaxing back in the chair. “Seriously?”
I nodded, my hands moving back to her hips. “I want to watch.”
“I, uh…” She was nervous again. “I don’t know.”
“Just lay back and close your eyes,” I said. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
It didn’t take much more coaxing before she lay back on the lounge chair between my legs, her head at the end near my feet. She shifted around, inching closer. Her hands cupped her pussy, just covering it for a moment, before she slowly started touching herself.
It was stiff at first, her movements rigid as anxiety ate at her, but the more she rubbed, the more her body loosened up. She traced circles around her clit, my eyes drawn to her clean nails against the glistening pink as she spread her legs wider, giving me a better view.
My cock was so hard it hurt, straining my pants as it throbbed. I was desperate to pull it out, to stroke it fast for some much-needed relief, but I was frozen, awestruck, watching her. I caressed her skin, my hands gently running from her knees up her thighs and back again.
She writhed, rubbing faster, harder, as she started to whimper. She was getting close already. The sound, I was convinced, was going to fucking kill me.
Death by orgasm… and it wasn’t even my own.
I was wrong. I thought she was most beautiful doing nothing, but no other moment touched this one. She trusted me, I realized.
She trusted me enough to let go, to show me the her no one else ever saw, the her she was when she was all alone.
Her whimpers turned to cries. Her back arched. I felt the muscles in her legs clench, her knees locking and toes curling as orgasm tore through her.
“Oh God,” she moaned. “Uhhh, Cormac!” Her eyes were closed, giving this to herself, and she cried out for me. Me. I nearly came in my fucking pants.
A groan vibrated in my chest as my hands settled on her inner thighs, gripping hold as she trembled from pleasure. It only lasted a few seconds until she stopped rubbing, until she collapsed back onto the lounge chair.
She didn’t look at me. She just lay there, her breathing strained as she cupped her pussy again. I loosened my grip on her thighs.
I picked her up and took her to the bathroom to clean up.
And there, she decided to get on her knees in front of me, looking up at me with eyes that left me in a chokehold.
And then she wrapped her hand around my length and slipped me into her mouth.
Fuck. Me.