Have Mercy

Have Mercy

Ike Campbell winced with every sour note that came out of Dottie Sullivan's mouth. The DJ should have stuck with playing music and letting people dance under the strobe of colored lights twirling overhead. Karaoke was never a good idea when people were sober. Offering it after a couple of drinks was excruciating. And at a party that was supposed to commemorate the merger of Sullivan Advertising and Byers Promotional Support...

Ike shook his head, and not for the first time. The joining of ad giants Sullivan and Byers was a big deal, but it seemed a little over the top to have the event happen on Valentine's Day. It wasn't a marriage. It was a business venture. Still, everyone had been on edge waiting for the final papers to go through. The party was the bosses' way of letting the employees blow off a little steam, have fun, and bond--Sullivan Advertising in Los Angeles, Byers Promotional Support in New York City. The problem was most of them were overcompensating while they waited for the stroke of midnight on the east coast when the merger became final. Nerves, he supposed.

But despite that, everyone seemed to be having a good time. Awful as the singing was, Ike had to admire those brave enough to risk humiliation and get up there. He sure as hell understood the need to cut loose.

Since he'd transferred to the Los Angeles office six months before, he'd been one hundred percent focused on work. There were still boxes around his house that needed to be unpacked. The stress was starting to show. Not so much outwardly--he really didn't like taking his frustration out on others--but he felt it crawling inside.

He'd been missing New York a lot lately. The visit to the family at Christmas had been just that, a visit. He hadn't had any time to slip away to his favorite club and indulge his needs. He sure as hell hadn't had any time to research any clubs locally. The offer he couldn't refuse to transfer to Sullivan had started to feel like a prison sentence. No one was more relieved than Ike that the merger was finally complete.
Come this weekend...

That made him smile. That's exactly what he'd planned to do--come until his balls collapsed. All he needed was a place...and a partner...or partners.

Ike's body tightened at the thought of having one particular little lady over his lap, her sweet ass bared. Mercedes Suazo had mesmerized him from the second he'd laid eyes on her. There was an aura about her that hinted of something more. At least, that's what Ike's testosterone-laden mind wanted to believe.

He craned his neck for a look around the crowded room. She was here somewhere, looking so hot every cock in the place probably lifted its head in appreciation. He knew his had. Then she'd disappeared into a group of women on the far side of the room, and he'd been dragged off to sit with the people from his section. The hell with the weekend. As soon as everyone toasted the merger, he was going to find her and explore that smoldering heat he was certain he'd seen in her deep brown eyes.

"God, that's painful."

Eddie Kohler's voice was loud enough to carry over the music. Obviously, he'd had too much to drink. Under normal circumstances, his nose was shoved so far up the boss's ass that he couldn't breathe without smelling shit. Eddie would be kicking himself up one side and down the other when he realized he'd just insulted the boss's wife... and everyone, including the boss, had heard him.

"She's having fun. Who cares?" Ike shot the man a glare. Drunk as Eddie was, Ike was sure it went over his head. "If you think you can do any better, you go up there."

Eddie snorted with laughter. "I'm not gonna go up there and make a fool of myself."

"I can see your point." Ike smirked. "Why waste the energy when you can sit here and do the same thing?"

Eddie smacked down his beer bottle. "You're an ass."

Nevertheless, he shoved to his feet and staggered through the tables toward the stage. In less time than it took Ike to issue his challenge, Eddie had the microphone in his hand.

"If you thought that was off-key, wait until you hear this. I guarantee I'd win any worst singer contest." He snapped his finger at the DJ, and the music started--Shania Twain's "Man! I Feel Like A Woman!" Any ill will Eddie's previous comment had created dissipated in the explosion of laughter that followed.

"Now
that's
painful." Mercedes Suazo's voice sank into Ike's veins like warm honey.

Goose bumps rained over his neck and trickled down his body when her breath touched his ear. He'd just been fantasizing about having her spread naked before him, and here she was. It was all Ike could do to not grab her and hoist her over his lap. He swore the look in her eyes begged him to do just that.

The Hispanic goddess slipped into the seat Eddie had vacated. The heat from her body radiated to him, scoring a path straight to the hard-on that raged every time he was near her, saw her, or thought about her. And he thought about her a lot.

She was the fantasy he beat off to in the shower--her bare ass over his lap red from spanking, her standing over his bound body whip in hand. He couldn't count the number of times he'd come thinking of her. Staring at her now, at her big brown eyes, those full lips that begged to be kissed, that silky fall of dark brown hair...

He needed to come now. His cock throbbed for freedom.
This
was pain--this unrelenting ache of wanting her.

Using the edge of the tablecloth as cover, Ike readjusted his erection, fighting the urge to stroke it. Better yet...grab her hand and have
her
stroke it. He'd love to straddle her torso, grab her head, and watch her luscious lips slide over his dick. She'd carve half moons into his ass with those long, ruby red nails of hers, forcing him in place for her pleasure...and his.

The image lanced another flame through his groin, like a tiny whiplash around his balls. He could almost feel those nails raking his sac, clawing at his back while he fucked her tight, wet pussy. A woman like Mercedes would give as good as she got. He could easily see her taking control, shoving him to his back, and riding him until he was dehydrated and begging for more. No part of him would be off-limits. No act forbidden. Oh, the things they could do to each other.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" Ike cursed himself for asking the too-safe question when he wanted to say, "Come here and let me fuck you." He wanted to haul her close and smother her lips with one kiss after another, to drag her out onto that minuscule dance floor and grind his pelvis into hers.

"As office parties go..." She shrugged.

Ike's gaze tracked the thin spaghetti strap as it slipped down her smooth, light brown shoulder. Her skin was perfect--a tone blessed by genetics that no tanning booth or airbrushing could ever reproduce. The envy of sun worshippers worldwide. He'd bet it tasted as good as it looked. He caught himself licking his lips as she eased the strap back into place in seemingly slow motion.

She did that on purpose.
The thought lit another fuse deep in his gut.

Mercedes leaned closer, giving him a great view of her cleavage. He itched to scoop her breasts out, to pinch her nipples until she was writhing and moaning beneath him.

"Honestly, I'm bored out of my mind." She traced a long nail over his arm, slowly zigzagging it up and down.

Ike could feel her nail through the stifling suit jacket. Funny, women could wear next to nothing, but men were stuck with suits and ties.

"If this hadn't been more or less required attendance, I might not have come," she said, continuing that lazy dance over his arm.

Ike's eyes glazed over. His cock was already dripping at the hope she'd do the same down there.

"And...um...what would you have been doing if you weren't here?" The words sounded muffled against the lust roaring in his ears. He hoped she wouldn't reply that she'd be celebrating Valentine's Day with her boyfriend. But if that were the case, why flirt with him? God, he wanted her something fierce.

Mercedes smiled, looking up at him from under impossibly long, dark lashes. "I'd be at home, curled up with a bowl of popcorn, watching TV. I'd have on my comfortable flannel pajamas and warm socks, instead of freezing my assets off at a party where other advertising people are trying to prove they aren't boring...and failing."

Ike never realized flannel pajamas and socks could sound so sexy. He could see her now, hair falling around her shoulders, body bare under the pajamas. Sexy kitten in an innocent package, nipples thrust out. She'd crawl over his lap when he sat beside her, then lift her ass in anticipation. Ike wouldn't refuse. He'd peel those bottoms down, dip his fingers into the well of her sopping pussy, and then give her a spanking that would have her groaning with one orgasm after the other.

"Your assets look damn fine to me." He leaned closer, sliding his hand up her thigh.

Mercedes parted her legs, inviting him to wander farther. Ike hoped for thigh-high hose. He found pantyhose instead. His thwarted exploration brought a triumphant smirk to her lips, as if she dared him to rip out the crotch. He wanted to. God, how he wanted to.

"Thank you." She crossed her legs, trapping his hand between her thighs. "I didn't think you'd noticed."

"How could anyone not notice you?" He slid his hand free and down to her calf. A barely perceptible sigh lifted her chest when he pulled her leg onto his lap and slipped her shoe off. Ike swore he heard a tiny moan above the music. Maybe that was wishful thinking.

"Are you going to drape me with praises now?" She pressed her lips together.

"What need is there to state the obvious?" He kneaded her foot slowly, feeling the tension melt beneath his touch. He longed to wedge her sole against his crotch and rub his balls and cock against it until he came all over her toes.

Mercedes swallowed. Her breath increased in pace with his. "Perhaps a girl likes to know she's still got it."

He cupped her leg again, kneading her calf as he had her foot. "A girl might, but not a woman like you. You
know
you've still got it."
And I want it.

"Very perceptive." The sly look in her eyes was back. She pulled her leg from his lap and eased the other into its place.

Ike grinned. "I do notice more than business put before me."

"So...do...I." She flexed her toes into his caress. "I noticed you haven't been drinking tonight."

"Driving." Her big toe popped, indicating he'd relieved a kink, and she sighed.

"Me, too. Well... perhaps one drink when I got here. Mmm... you make me want to stretch like a sun-warmed pussy... cat."

His hand froze as Ike tried to rein in what little control he had. She was going to bring him to his knees, burrowing his head between her thighs for a taste of her pussy, and have him kneeling in a puddle of his own cum.

Mercedes slid her leg off his lap, slowly, tracing her toe across his thigh, over his knee, down his leg, around to his calf before easing into the perch of her high heel-- heels that stretched her calves and made a man ache to have them locked around his waist, nailing their points in his ass.