Merrick: Harlequins MC Page 12

  He turned her to him and tipped her face up. He kissed her, slowly, gently, giving her plenty of time to pull back or turn away before his lips took hers, but she didn’t, her mouth opening for his exploration.

  She felt the kiss all the way to her toes, a tingling wave of heat pouring over her that made her feel weak in the knees. If this had been the movies, she would have popped a leg to show how good it was.

  He pulled back from the kiss, smiling slightly as her eyes slowly opened to look into his. “There is something I want from you,” he breathed. He felt her stiffen in his arms.

  “What?”

  “You sitting on my cock.”

  Stared at him a moment as his lips pulled into a grin, causing her to burst into giggles. She decided to play along to see what he would do. “Because I’m Poppy Landrieu, number two on the Hottest Female Actors in Hollywood list?” She watched as his grin slowly faded.

  “No. Because your Perty Landry…and I don’t give a shit about some list.”

  “And it doesn’t bother you I’m black?”

  “Does it bother you I’m white?”

  “No.”

  “So why should it bother me?”

  She watched him, watched his eyes, and she saw no deceit there. “I’m going to be a mess on set tomorrow,” she whispered before pulling his mouth back to hers.

  Chapter Fourteen

  As the Harley thrummed between her legs, Poppy leaned in and held Merrick’s waist. The second kiss had been even more electrify than the first, and she couldn’t wait to get him back to her room. It has been almost a year since she’d had something between her legs that didn’t run on batteries, and she was afraid when she stood up she would look like she’d peed her pants. She smiled, unable to believe how much she was looking forward to having Merrick fuck the shit out of her, and she hoped his skills lived up to the promise his kiss made.

  She walked through the front door, her helmet in her hand and a swagger in her hips. She was the personification of the badass biker bitch who was going to fuck this stud until his cock was shriveled and useless.

  They rode to the second floor in silence, and she smiled as the door dinged. The moment the gap was wide enough, she slipped through and pulled her door card from her back pocket, swiping it through the lock and opening the door.

  Merrick followed her through, placing his helmet beside hers on the table just inside the door. He was playing it cool but smiling to himself that Poppy was still turned on. She turned on him even before the door latched, melting into his arm and bringing her lips to his for a torrid kiss. As they kissed he began tugging her shirt out of her pants then opened the front. There was no seduction, both of them wanting the same thing. She gasped softly as he sucked on the curve where neck met shoulder as she worked to loosen his belt.

  She stepped back and skinned out of her jeans and blouse, toeing her shoes off at the same time. She was so fucking horny she was afraid she was going to have an orgasm just from his kissing. She knew the Hollywood stereotype of people fucking and doing drugs at the drop of a hat. She didn’t think it was true, but even if it was, it didn’t apply to her. She wasn’t into drugs, and she’d only taken four lovers in her twenty-six years. She didn’t do one-night stands, but she couldn’t wait to get Merrick in her bed and between her legs.

  Dressed only in panties and bra, Poppy threw the linens back on the big bed as he draped his colors over the side chair and pulled his shirt over his head. He finished opening his pants and sat down on the bed to pull off his boots, then stood again and stepped out of his pants, sliding his protection from his back pocket.

  She almost gasped as he turned. Not only was he impressively endowed, the largest man she’d ever personally seen, but he was also cut and chiseled to perfection. She allowed her gaze to wander, admiring every bulge and valley of his body. Merrick was built like an Olympic swimmer, every muscle clearly defined but without the bulk of a body builder.

  He watched as her eyes roamed, then met his, a smile coming to her lips as she reached behind her and unclasped her bra, holding it over her chest before allowing to fall slowly away. She slid out of her panties, turning as she did to allow him to see her ass, and a very fine ass it was, too. He felt a heaviness in his cock, as if he were approaching orgasm already. He smiled as he slid into the bed, sure that tonight would be one to remember.

  As Poppy slid into the bed, he drew her into his arms, kissing her slowly, fully, then rolling her over to pin her to the bed as he began a slow exploration of her body.

  She writhed and moved, his fingers and lips creating flairs of pleasure everywhere they touched, and they seemed to touch everywhere. She began to pant in anticipation as he kissed down her stomach, moving lower, ever lower, his breath hot as he kissed her most intimate area.

  He smiled as her back arched, her hands coming to his head as he teased her with tongue and lips, her soft moan of pleasure making him ache for her. She was already on edge and he pressed his tongue in harder, opening her flower to find the hard point inside. She moaned again as she pressed up against his mouth, holding his head tight to her. He pressed in harder, then flicked her clit hard several times, enjoying her gasp.

  “God, that feels good,” she whispered, placing a foot on his back for leverage to thrust slowly at his mouth. She’d been eaten out before, but in her overheated state, it had never been like this, the pleasure almost overwhelming in it intensity. She could feel her orgasm coming and she reached for it, straining for its cleansing rush, aching for its relief.

  He continued to lick her slowly, not wanting to push her over the edge too soon, wanting to draw out her pleasure, when she grunted quietly, her body going stiff as she curled up, her shoulders rising off the bed as she softly jerked once, twice, three times before falling back to the bed with a gasp.

  “God, what are you trying to do to me?” she giggled, before panting and blowing.

  He smiled. She was quick off the mark, that’s for sure. He began to kiss up her body, reaching her lips and taking them slowly, giving her time to recover from her orgasm. She seemed content to kiss, but he was aching for her, so he rolled over to his back pulling her with him. She smiled at him and began to kiss down his length. She moved quickly, fleeting touches of her lips, before she took him into her mouth.

  She wasn’t good at giving head, she knew that, but it appeared to be what he wanted, so she licked and teased the head of his cock. He was far too big to take more than only the first bit into her mouth before she would gag, so she covered him with licks and butterfly kisses. He was watching her and she smiled at him, taking him into her mouth, swishing the head of his cock with her tongue.

  He allowed her to work him over. She was sexy as hell, but she couldn’t suck cock worth a shit. He started trying to help her out, moaning when she was doing something right, but she didn’t seem to get the message.

  His soft moans had put her on edge. She didn’t want him to come, wanted to save him for fucking, so she stopped pleasuring him with her mouth before reaching over and taking the condom from the table, tearing it open, and unrolling the barrier over his shaft. As soon as his sword as sheathed, she swung a leg over and slowly settled over him, gasping softly as he slid into her.

  “God, you feel good,” she breathed as she settled on his hips.

  As she began to thrust, he cupped her breasts in his hands, caressing them slowly as he teased the nipples to hard point.

  “I’m going to come,” she whispered, thrusting harder for a moment, then stopping, her face twisting in pleasure. She rose off of him and flopped to her back, inviting him between her legs.

  He moved with her, tucking her knees behind his arms as he slid into her again. He pumped into her slowly, trying to keep her on boil but not push her over the edge.

  “Harder,” she begged.

  “What’s the rush?”

  “I need to come. Make me come.”

  He dropped her legs, and settled onto her, supporting most of
his weight on his elbows as he began to drive into her with purpose. He took her lips, settling more fully onto her as she wrapped him in her embrace and held him tight with her arms and leg as her toes curled in pleasure. Again he felt her go stiff, her grunt higher pitched as she clamped down on him, holding him as he pressed in deep and held himself there, allowing her to take her orgasm, before she relaxed with a gasp and a giggle.

  “Oh God,” she giggled, panting as her orgasm washed out of her. “Did you come?”

  He rose up and looked at her to see if she teasing him. “Not even close,” he grinned.

  “Really? Why not? Is something wrong?”

  Her question surprised him. “Why not? Because I didn’t want to,” he said as he began to slowly thrust into her again.

  She looked at him, trying to read him. “Nothing’s wrong?”

  He realized she was serious so he gave her another leisurely kiss. “Nothing is wrong, but I’m in no hurry for tonight to be over,” he said murmured, stroking her face with a thumb. “Are you?”

  “No, but…”

  “But what?”

  She smiled up at him as his slow, measured, thrusts began to thrill her again. “It’d just been a long time.”

  He grinned. “Better now?”

  She nodded with another giggle. She closed her eyes, the pleasure of him moving inside of her exquisite. All her previous lovers had been able to only last a few minutes, and she’d thought that was normal. Once again, Merrick was showing her there was more to him, and she wondered how long they could go. She opened her eyes and smiled at him.

  “Okay, cowboy. Show me what’cha got.”

  He smiled at her, liking the fire he saw come to her eyes, and began to drive into her harder and faster. He only had one condom with him, so he was going to have to show her what he had all at once.

  Chapter Fifteen

  “Poppy?” The door rattled again as someone knocked harder. “Poppy. It’s five.”

  Poppy groaned and rose slightly from Merrick’s chest. “Yeah! Okay!” she called before falling back into the snuggle. She wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep, but she knew she had to get up. She had a six o’clock call this morning.

  She groaned and stretched. He’d shown her, all right. She’d never been fucked like she had been last night. She’d lost count of her orgasms after ten thousand. Or was it a million? She smiled at the memory and breathed deep in satisfaction. It had been so long, and she’d been wound so tight, she’d come five or six times, more than she’d ever had before, and several of them had been brain-melters. Merrick was like a machine, and by the time he’d groaned and shuddered, they were both bathed in sweat and gasping for breath.

  Her smiled widened. She’d almost had him a couple of times, but he’d managed to fight off his orgasm. Watching him struggle to hold his climax as she tried to fuck him into orgasm had been the most erotic thing she’d ever done, and when she’d finally succeeded in making him come, she felt the same rush of satisfaction as when she nailed a scene.

  The amazing thing was that he’d tried to wake her up for another round after only an hour’s sleep. Had she not been so totally zonked, and didn’t have to get up so damn early, she might have taken him up on it.

  “Morning,” he murmured.

  She rose and accepted his kiss. “Morning.” She slid her hand down and smiled at his hardness. “I wish we had time to do something about that,” she said as she caressed him.

  “Dinner tonight?”

  “I would love to. With entertainment afterwards, I hope.” She her smile faded. “I hope it was good for you last night. I’ve—”

  “Shhh...” he whispered as he pulled her lips to his again. “It was amazing. I tried, but I couldn’t hold out anymore.”

  She smiled at him. “Good. I was afraid that…When I didn’t want to—”

  “Shhh…It was great. Don’t worry.” He grinned at her. “I didn’t have another condom anyway.”

  “So why did you…?”

  “There are other ways,” he began, then paused for effect, “and I wanted you to be satisfied.”

  She burst into giggles. “I’m so satisfied I hope I can walk!”

  They cuddled for a time then the door rattled again. “Poppy? I have your lined script for the day.”

  He glanced at the clock. “It’s five-thirty. Go hop in the shower. I’ll let them know you’re up.”

  She groaned again, and set up in the bed, rubbing her face and scratching as Merrick slipped is pants on.

  “I’ll take it,” he said as he opened the door.

  Leslie stared at him, then glanced around him to the very bed-tossed Poppy, sitting in the bed with the sheet draped around her. She looked like hell, but she was smiling and looking very well fucked. “Uh, yes, well, uh, thank you,” she stammered, holding the thin bound packet to the mouthwatering specimen standing before her.

  Merrick took the papers. “We’ll be down in a few. Thank you, Leslie,” he added so she would stop staring and get moving.

  “What? Oh! Yes, okay!”

  He chuckled as he closed the door.

  “By the time we get down there, the entire crew will know,” Poppy said as she walked to the bathroom.

  “Do you care?”

  She thought about it for a moment. “No. Not a bit.”

  ***

  Poppy missed the bus taking cast and the rest of the crew to today’s location, the Laredo Police Department, but she and Merrick roared past it on his Heritage Softail Classic, Merrick skillfully weaving in and out of traffic. She’d been nervous before, riding a motorcycle for the first time, but after last night, both riding his bike and riding him, she trusted him.

  The Harlequins were already setting up the barricades when they arrived, Merrick riding right up to where the crew was setting up, blipping the throttle on the bike as Poppy stepped off. He expected her to kiss him, but she simply removed her helmet. Even without makeup, and her hair in disarray from the helmet being on her wet hair, she was still lovely.

  “Backrest,” he said when she looked around for a place to put the helmet. He was just going a block or so, and it would be fine up there for that short of a ride. He revved the bike a couple of times, then pulled smartly away, riding past the barricades to park his bike with his brothers’ rides.

  She watched him ride away, and even though he’d fucked her to nirvana last night, she could feel a heaviness form between her legs. Between the lack of sleep and thinking about why she hadn’t gotten enough sleep, it was going to be hard as hell to concentrate today. She smiled and turned to the caterer’s table, drawing herself a cup of coffee and picking up a banana. Maybe she could catch a nap while in makeup.

  “Did you?” Tim asked as Merrick walked up.

  “What?”

  “Don’t what me. You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

  Merrick kept his face perfectly normal. “I’m going to go get some breakfast. It was a long night last night.”

  Tim watched him walk away. “Lucky bastard,” he mumbled under his breath. Not only had Merrick probably fucked every hot woman in Laredo, now he was fucking movie stars, too. He looked up as the production bus pulled to a stop. He put on his game face and prepared to check everyone in.

  ***

  Everything was in place, and they were getting ready to start shooting for the day. They were going to shoot three scenes in three locations at the police department, then they were going to do some in car shots. Merrick stood in his place and grinned as Poppy kept looking over at him and smiling.

  “Are we ready?” Will asked.

  “Five minutes, Will,” Jeff said.

  “Is it true?” Blake asked as he stepped up beside Merrick.

  “Is what true?”

  Blake looked at him with derision. “You know what I’m talking about.”

  Merrick shrugged. “Does it matter?” The crew had obviously heard he’d spent the night in Poppy’s room from the way they looked at h
im, but Blake was the first person to question him about it.

  “No, I guess not. But a piece of advice you would be wise to follow: she’s trouble. She’s so full of herself she doesn’t think of anyone else. I like you, and I don’t want to see get hurt, so just be careful.”

  “I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.”

  “Merrick, you’re playing in a whole new league here. This isn’t Laredo; this is Hollywood. Lawyers, publicists, and more money than you can dream of. These people are experts in controlling public opinion, and there is nothing Hollywood likes more than a good scandal. She can destroy you if she wants.”

  He looked Blake in the eye. “Now why would she want to do that? I’m just security.”