Chapter Fourteen: Grind
"Merle... Merle... Wake up... I need you."
His eyes shoot open, thinking something must be wrong by the urgency in Mitch's voice. When he sees her standing beside his bed wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and devious grin on her face, he relaxes.
Seeing that he is awake, Mitch puts something down on the bedside table then crawls into Merle's bed, straddling his body. She leans down and starts to passionately kiss Merle, who is now fully awake. He welcomes her tongue into his mouth, and is overwhelmed by the taste of whiskey.
As their tongues dart in and out of each other's mouths, the predominant flavour he has been tasting in Mitch's saliva finally becomes too much to handle. Merle pushes away from her and, already knowing the answer, asks, "Been drinkin'?" If there was booze around, he sure as hell wanted some. His arm was killing him and the bottle of pain medication was running low, so every little thing helped, alcohol included.
"Just needed a couple shots to gain some courage… so I could try and change your mind… to get you to stay… among other things… You want some?" she slurs slightly as she poses the question. She then grabs the half-empty bottle of booze and Merle snatches it out of her hands before she can take another drink.
He swallows several long swigs of the light-brown liquid. He enjoys the familiar burn as the alcohol travels down his throat and into his stomach. He can already feel the effects of the alcohol starting to take place, his body no longer accustomed to good stuff. It had been a couple weeks since they had last come across a bottle of the hard liquor. He didn't waste his time with those other pussy drinks. Mitch grabs the now near-empty bottle from Merle, takes a drink, and then puts in down on the floor. Merle lets out a chuckle as the woman pounces on him like a bitch in heat. He was usually the aggressor and it was nice being the one pursued for a change. Mitch wraps her arms around his neck and the two resume passionately kissing.
As their tongues twirl and swirl in each other's mouths, their breathing becomes more rapid. Merle runs his hand along Mitch's thigh until it finds her firm ass, which much to Merle's delight, is already bare. The fact that the only thing covering her body is an over-sized t-shirt drives him wild. He squeezes her firm flesh, pulling her body closer to him. Mitch's hands slowly make their way down to the hem of his shirt. In one swift motion she pulls the garment up and over his head, tossing it to the floor. She runs her hands along his muscular chest and broad shoulders, her touch further arousing the already erect Merle. As Mitch nibbles on his ear, seductively trailing her tongue in and around its numerous ridges and folds, Merle runs his hand up her back, grabbing at the cotton shirt, in an attempt to remove the damned piece of clothing.
Mitch senses his struggle, so she leans back and takes the bottom of the t-shirt in her hands. Her eyes do all the talking in that moment as she slowly and seductively pulls off the faded grey shirt, momentarily interrupting their heated glance when she pulls it up and over her head. Merle inhales deeply at the sight of her porcelain skin glistening in the moonlight shining through the boarded up window. "Damn guuurrrlll," he groans at the sight of her bountiful breasts, bouncing slightly with each ragged breath Mitch breathes.
Merle can't help but reach out and run his fingers along her body. He slides his hand up the smooth skin of her back and works his way around to her front. His touch causes goosebumps to form along its pathway and Mitch shudders from the buildup of sexual tension. Merle caresses her firm supple breasts, starting with the left then moving to the right. He briefly thinks about how much easier everything, including sex, was with two hands but quickly forgets those depressing thoughts as Mitch moans in pleasure and arches her back, bringing their bodies even closer together. Merle moves his mouth to her breast, playfully licking her hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth. As Merle swirls his tongue around Mitch's nipple, he can feel his throbbing erection pushing against his pants, desperate to come out and play.
As though on cue, Mitch slides her hands, which had been draped around Merle's neck, down along his burly torso, working their way to the front of his slacks. As one hand unfastens the buttons, the other slides inside and immediately comes into contact with his hardened cock. Mitch wraps her hand around his impressive girth and starts to firmly stroke his shaft. With the buttons now undone, Mitch slides her other hand down the loosened pants and begins to expertly use both hands to manipulate his cock and balls, causing waves of pleasure to course through his body.
Merle trails his tongue up along her slender neck and engulfs her swollen lips with his mouth. His hand, which hand been resting on Mitch's ass as he tongued her nipples, teasingly moves toward her moistened pubic area. He slides a finger between her already wet folds and caresses her clit after finding that precious bundle of nerves with the precision only experienced men can exhibit. Despite the barrage of stimulation, Mitch continues to move her hand up and down the length of Merle's shaft, occasionally rubbing the head of his cock with her thumb. Merle circles Mitch's clit over and over, gradually picking up speed. He slides two fingers into her, relishing in her wetness, and begins to move them in and out while continuing to rub her clit with his thumb. Their breathing becomes more laboured, forcing apart their kiss. The two stare into each other's eyes as they mutually masturbate one another, as though in competition over who will break first. As he continues to stare into her sparkling hazel eyes, he desperately wants for his cock to replace his fingers which continue to massage in and around Mitch's dripping-wet pussy.
Merle knows he can't last much longer playing this game, his desire to stick his cock inside her is becoming overpowering. When Mitch abruptly lets go of his prized appendage and moves her body away, he breathes a sigh of relief. Their heavy petting has finally come to a halt. He can't help but smirk as he thinks, "I win"
Mitch seductively licks her lips as she pulls down Merle's pants. His penis, which had been poking through the loosened garment, springs upward as it is finally fully released from the confines of the clothing. Mitch quickly works the pants down Merle's muscularly defined legs then tosses them haphazardly onto the floor. She moves her spry body until she is straddling his body, her pelvic region hovering mere inches above his massive erection. Merle wishes now more than ever that he had both hands. He desperately wants to guide her curvy hips down onto him so he can finally be in her. However, the most he can manage is to grab her left ass cheek and pull her in a bit closer to his cock.
Mitch reaches over to the bedside table, purposely pushing her chest into Merle's face, who then trails his tongue between the firm breasts. She grabs a condom that she had sneakily placed there earlier. As she tears the foil package open and grabs the lubricated piece of latex, she breathes, "I need to fuck you now... and I'm going to fuck you hard…"
Mitch stares into his eyes as she slides the condom along the length of his cock. It is only then that Merle recognizes something hiding behind her lust-filled hazels. Anger, hate, sadness, anxiety, maybe fear. He, more than anyone, knows that sometimes a good-old fashioned fucking is the only thing that can make you feel better when you are going through a rough patch. She wasn't going to be fucking him because she wanted him, she was going to be fucking him because she needed to get something out of her system. Merle was more than fine with that, as long as it meant he was getting into her pussy.
She leans forward and deeply kisses Merle as she expertly guides her hips, taking him inside her moistened crevasse. The two moan simultaneously as he slowly begins to fill her pussy with his cock. Mitch begins to rock her pelvis, slowly taking him in deeper with every movement. The moment her body finishes accepting his girth and length, her insides now stretched to accommodate all of him, she begins to gyrate faster. Merle leans back against the cool wooden bedframe as he watches the woman guilty use him, working toward her own release. Mitch grinds her pelvis against Merle, in quick circular motions, rhythmically hastening the pace as the burning need grows within her. Her eyes are closed, her mind a million miles away, but Merle doesn't give a fuck as long as she continues to fuck his cock with her pussy.
He can feel her entire body begin to tense, her breathing becomes much more ragged, so he knows she is about to reach her peak. He slides his hand, which had been fondling her breasts, downward until he finds her clit with his thumb. The additional pressure he applies immediately sends Mitch over the edge as she begins to orgasm, wave after wave of ecstasy flood her being. He can feel the contracting of her vagina and relishes in the additional tightness, his own buildup nearing the brink of no-return.
Merle, who had been letting her do all the work, now thrusts his hips against her, forcing her to take all of him in during the throes of her climax. She arches her back and releases a long, drawn out moan. Her animalistic vocalizations add fuel to the burning fire Merle can feel low down in his pelvis and he realizes there is no going back from this. He continues to rapidly plunge himself into Mitch who is now leaning back, grabbing onto his legs for support. Merle slides his hand up along her firm stomach and grabs onto one of her breasts being showcased by her current position.
"Oh… Oh… Merle… Fuck me harder…" Mitch moans as her nails dig into his muscular calves. He slams into her over and over and over again, her pussy still vibrating from her original release.
"Fuuuccckkkk…" he groans as he explodes inside her. His body shudders from the discharge of a few months' worth of pent up sexual energy. He grinds against her, slowing his pace as the pulsating sensation of his seed being spend begins to subside. Merle collapses into the bed, his body now thoroughly exhausted, and Mitch gently falls against him. The only sound that can be heard is that of their breathing as the two lay unmoving, the rise and fall of their chests slowly slowing to a more normal pace.
Mitch nuzzles against Merle until she is resting against him with her head on his shoulder. Merle immediately feels uncomfortable at such closeness. He was never one to enjoy post-coital cuddling. However, his ability to examine her beautifully exposed body causes him to ignore that initial urge to push her away and jump out of bed. His eyes trail along her still sweaty flesh. He admires her perky breasts and wants to once again touch them, but is unable to reach out, his sole hand now trapped underneath her. Instead, his explores her body with his eyes which then move to her toned stomach, stopping at a long horizontal scar just above her pelvis. He hadn't noticed it before but that was because he had been wrapped up in the heat of the moment. However, he had been with enough women from various walks of life to guess how she sustained it. His eyes continue downward, landing on her pussy, still moist from their fucking. He licks his lips as he envisions what she tastes like. He sighs at the thought of leaving behind such a fine piece of ass. But he had made his choice and she had made hers.
He leans his head back further into the pillow as a puzzled look comes across his face. Even though he had found his release and had fun while doing it, part of him did not feel fully satisfied. He wanted more, but he wasn't sure what more was. A hit of coke or a bowl of meth would probably clear his mind so he could figure out what exactly it was he needed. But he had neither. He had actually been feeling off since waking up in this place and wonders why. Eventually he attributes his feelings toward being sick and is about to ask Mitch about it when he realizes her breathing has turned into soft snores. He shrugs, figuring he could ask her in the morning before he left. He closes his eyes and his snores can soon be heard alongside those of Mitch.