Page 121 of Enemy
“Fuck it. I bet Creep would stay to watch, and then what would you do? Just let him see me?” I raise my eyebrows and lick his lips. I want that beast I fell for, and judging by the darkness in Road’s honey-brown eyes, it’s about to emerge and unleash its lust on me right here, in the cell.
“He doesn’t get to touch you,” Road tells me, and I get to my toes when he sandwiches me between him and the bars with more force. He touches my crack through denim, as if he’s trying to rub his way in.
“Only you? Ever?” I tease him even though he’s the only one I want. I have a fire burning for him at all hours, but the heat of his gaze feeds my desire, making it grow, until I can’t help myself and reach into his pants.
He grabs my jaw, forces my head back, and I’m melting in the fire raging in his eyes. “Only me,” he rasps in a deep, velvety tone I didn’t know he was capable of. “Why? You don’t think I can keep you satisfied?” he asks, thrusting his firm dick through the grip of my fingers, still crowding me so deliciously my erection is almost painfully squashed.
“I don’t know. You’re gonna have to prove it.” I rock against him to both give my dick some friction and rub my ass against his hand. Heat is rushing up my neck, and that delicious excitement pools in my balls. How did I live without this? No wonder I drank too much.
One of the bars digs into my back, but it makes me feel as though I’m trapped in a cage with a wolf and I have no complaints about that.
His next kiss comes with a bite that has my body arching toward his needily, but before the fog settling on my brain can clear, Road spins me around hard and nips on the side of my neck. A sweet sensation trails from there all the way to my balls, but he’s already palming me through my jeans, rubbing his whole hand up and down my groin. “And how do I prove it?”
“Make sure you give it to me so hard you have to gag me.” A risky challenge, but I’m in a world of my own by now. All I want is to make him horny, feel him inside me, thenbe sticky with his spunk. “Can you do that, Road? Or do I have to turn elsewhere?” I bite back a smile, pressing my cheek to the bar.
His fingers dig into my cheeks again and turn my face back so hard I might have pulled a muscle in my neck, but I love when he’s forceful like this, and when our lips clash, I moan, going limp in his arms.
“Don’t even think about it.” Road whispers, rolling his hips against me hard. “I’ll fuck you so many times you won’t be able to leave this place on your own feet.”
That’s exactly what I want to hear.
He opens my pants, then shoves them off, still leaving me restricted by my own underwear.
I shiver in his grip, my dick twitching in excitement. I know this won’t take long, but I still can’t wait. “You’re just gonna have to carry me then.” I rock back against him, my heart beating faster by the second. I love being so desired. I love that he’s such a butch guy, and that he can be so sweet and loving one moment, only to turn into a beast with an unlimited thirst for my body right after. I’m strong myself, so I need someone who can handle me. He’s perfect for me, and I whimper in appreciation when he pulls back just to squeeze my ass again.
It feels so damn good, and each time he touches me fuels that needy anticipation deep inside. He will need to sate it or I’m going to lose my mind. Clothing rustles, and I’m about to ask for more when his hard dick presses to my ass through cotton briefs, so very ready to plow me.
“Yeah, I’ll carry you across my shoulder, like my personal sex takeout.”
I close my eyes with a smile, focusing on his touch and words. I might be a bit smaller than him, but I’m solid muscle, yet he’s proven he can lift me. It’s exhilarating. “Never goes cold.” I press against him, to show how happy I am about his closeness. I’ve only had him inside me this way twice, but I’m addicted already.
“And very fucking loud,” he adds, tearing my underwear off my butt, so it’s right below it, the front still clinging to my cock. He spits, and then damp fingers tickle the skin close to my entrance. The sensation is intense, searing through my muscles so violently I go slack, forcing my man to hold me up with one arm. “Next time I’ll pull those off you and gag you with them.”
My breath hitches, brain becoming horny mush. Therewillbe a next time. We’ll make it out of here. “I can’t help it,” I whine, spreading my thighs as wide as my pants allow.Not much, but I want him inside me already. My hole throbs at even that tickle of a touch he’s giving me. I want more. Ineedmore. “I want your cock in there,” I whisper. I still struggle saying all that out loud, but arousal loosens my tongue.
“Yeah?Thisis not enough?” he asks, pushing in two fingers all the way to the knuckle. I choke on a moan, because the friction of it is like gas poured into my fire. My boots slide over the dirty floor on their own accord, and soon, I will need to bite my cheek until it bleeds.
“Oh fuck,” I whine shifting impatiently. I’m still tender from yesterday’s fuck, but I want it so much it only adds to my excitement. “You like that?” I utter even though I know the answer. I want to hear him say it. I can’t wait to feel him coming inside me, using my body for his pleasure.
His voice turns into a soft hum as the fingers shift in my channel, forcing muscle to yield. “Do I like your tight fuck hole?” he asks, moving the digits back and forth, with just spit to ease their glide. “Do I like it when it milks me until I can’t keep my cum in? That hole is so greedy for it. Maybe you should ask me to shove it in?”
I let my head fall back but remain focused, because my legs feel like they’re cotton candy, and I don’t want to crumble when he takes me. The need burns ever hotter, and I whimper when he fumbles with something plasticky? A condom?
“Please,” I whisper and cool my cheek against the metal bar. “I wanna hug your cock with my body. Don’t you feel my hole is so dry and needs your cum?” I don’t have shame when he’s like this with me. I turn to catch a glimpse of his flushed face. I can’t explain it. He’s the most handsome guy in the world to me—I’ve won the lover lottery.
“Oh, fuck, you’re driving me insane,” Road complains, and I grab the bars when his fingers slide out of me. I’m about to protest and mindlessly push my ass back, straight into a kiss with his hard dick. It’s slick with cool gel, but he doesn’t let me retreat and grabs my hips.
There are no words to describe the steady, merciless push of his shaft when it breaches me, but I might have howled, clinging to the bars while that hard rod keeps going deeper and filling me up.
I get to my toes with a whine, no longer able to articulate any smartass retorts. The stretch is… intense, but I want it so much, I won’t be complaining. Even with this quickie, I crave the connection. He’sinsideme, his cock so hot and pulsing as it slides in inch by inch.
“Ballsdeep,” I babble my demand, breathing hard. Sparks of excitement seem to bounce off me, onto him, and back on me, as if we’re really exchanging some fucking cosmic energy in this dingy cell. Anywhere with Road is better than the greatest luxuries without him.
He takes it as a request and slams all the way in. It stings, but somehow also feels so damn good I’m reduced to a shivering mess that’s only staying up because of the hard shaft.
“There, just like you wanted, Blue Eyes,” he whispers, voice heavy with arousal. His hips are pressed to my ass now, cock reaching so far inside me it almost feels like a part of my own body, but it’s not enough for him. He grabs my wrists and pulls them up on the bars, holding me in place.
He asked me about flashbacks, and while I don’t want to admit it, this is a moment when they would come. Not because of his cock, but the hands on my wrists. It only takes one look to shake off the discomfort. They’re Road’s hands, hands I love and trust. Hands that could choke me and I’d enjoy it.
