Page 44 of Twins for the Enemy

I notice where my fingertips brush against the curve of her shoulder. I notice the curves of her palm as it grips onto the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I notice the way her nose nudges against mine when she kisses me deeper.

I notice the way my hand moves down to her ass, pulling her closer, and she urges me on, her breasts pushing up against me as she tries to get closer.

My eyes flicker toward her injured ankle. She presses against my cheek.

“I’m fine,” she breathes. “Please. Just do what you want.”

I kiss her again, her breath slipping out as our mouths collide.

It’s more than the sensation against my mouth, it’s more than friction and the feeling of my thumb against her throat, her artery fluttering against my skin.

It’s destruction and rebirth. Like building empires with our hands and seeing the whole kingdom reflected in her eyes.

Her hands move to my pants, unzipping them. I grasp her hands, stopping her.

“It’d be an ambitious idea to do this here,” I say. “But it’s not practical for someoneas large as me.”

She glances around the car like there could be a spot where we could move more easily, but she’s not going to find one. She looks at me, biting her lip.

I should tell her we could fuck in the botanical garden, but if we got caught and charged with indecent exposure, I’m certain she’d choose to stay in prison rather than go home with me.

A slow smile crosses her face. “You know, I owe you.”

“For?”

“For… what we did on your stairs,” she says. “I’ve never— I’ve still never… gone down on a man.”

My erection is instant. It could be from her words, but it could also be from her expression, which crosses boundaries between self-consciousness and curiosity.

And that mouth is a bowtie, a perfect accessory for my cock.

She notices the tent in my pants. I release her hands, and she unbuttons and unzips me.

When she takes ahold of my cock, her gaze is on it like it’s already in her mouth, it’s enough to nearly send me to the edge.

Her blonde hair sways forward, creating a curtain between us. I pull it back with my hand, keeping it out of her face. I’m not going to miss watching her.

She gives me a shy glance before her tongue slides over the tip.

It’s a timid lick, like someone trying a new food, but the way the tip of her tongue flicked upward could drive me straight to an asylum.

Her tongue becomes more confident as it continues around the head and down my length. She’s so good I wouldn’t believe that this was her first time if it weren’t for the small hesitancies in her movements, which only makes it harder to not explode.

She has to open her mouth all the way to take in the head of my cock, her tongue fluttering underneath it. A low, guttural sound rumbles out of me. I place my hand on the back of her head. I don’t add anypressure, but she takes in more of my cock, her tongue continuing to tease underneath it.

My breathing gets more inconsistent. Steam is forming on the window. Her head is bobbing up and down, leading to a pleasure that’s borderline violent. I could bite my own tongue off now and not even notice.

I do notice her hand, slipping under the waistband of the sweatpants I gave her. The faster her hand moves, the faster her lips glide against my cock.

Usually I’m selfish. I take what I want without any guilt over not giving back.

But if anyone is going to pleasure her, it’s me.

I put my hand under her chin, pushing until her mouth slips off my cock, a thin strand of saliva trailing off her lips.

Jesus Christ.

“Get on me,” I order, but before she can even react, my hands are on her waist, pulling her over to the driver’s seat. I’m careful about her ankle, but she seemsto have forgotten about it completely as she drags it across the center console to straddle me.

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