Page 122 of Enemy
I relax, enjoying the small movements of his hips against my ass. He’s giving me a moment to adjust and I appreciate it even though I’m salivating for a faster fuck. I can’t help the moans I’m making even though I try. Every time I shift my weight, Road fucks me at a different angle, and while I already know there are specific ones that make my body spark with pleasure, this feels amazing too.
I kinda like that it’s about him first. Maybe it’s weird, but I enjoy giving him pleasure. I like knowing that I’m the one making him come, the body he wants to leave his spunk in and rest on at night. Ilovebeing his in ways I couldn’t have imagined, so when he withdraws, dragging his cock almost all the way out, I arch my back and raise to my toes, shamelessly offering myself to him.
We might be in a cell, but I couldn’t feel more free.
“So damn good. It’s like you’re sucking on me,” Road mumbles, slamming in so hard my buttocks sting, as if he slapped them.
“Next time,” I whine, getting so overstimulated I don’t know what to do with myself. I can’t jerk off as long as he’s holding my wrists, so I rock against his cock, fucking myself with it. My cheeks are on fire when I realize what I’m doing, but I’m so fucking horny, and I’ve got my perfect stud to get off with. “You like that?” I utter, but my words turn into a hum when he shoves me at the bars with more force.
“This lap dance?” he asks, grunting as he thrusts forward to fill me up. This time, his dick nudges my prostate, and that glorious pain-pleasure I’m still learning prickles along my spine. “Not hard enough for you?”
“Oh yes. Like this. There,” I mutter, letting him press me against the bars. His strong body molds itself to my back, only his hips working overtime. He’s so hot. Literally. He could have a gig as a radiator. I hear a long sniff as he smells my hair, and I couldn’t feel more adored. He might be my wet dream, but I am his.
My balls feel so tight, my cock is helplessly dripping pre-cum, and he’s just enjoying the ride. Road’s breath is like a discordant melody in my ear. He’s close, I can tell from the rigidity of his stomach muscles and the jerky way he moves. I follow his lead, eager to feel every thrust with my whole body.
“You like that, huh? You want me to fill you up with my hot spunk, don’t you?” Road whispers and bites my ear as he speeds up, hands descending my body to hold on to my waist.
“Yes… Mark me. If I die, It’s gonna be with a piece of you inside me.”
The fuck is intense, raw, loud, and at once I’m so close to coming orgasm seems to be just beyond my reach. At least until rough fingers pull on my nipple, because that’s when I’mgone.
I thought he’d come first. Flood my ass with his cum, then jerk me off, but once more, he proves to care about me first. Or he simply loves the way my hole clenches on his cock now.
It’s too late when I realize my spunk splatters the floor outside our cell. I’ll worry about that later. Right now, all I can think of are the spasms of pleasure gripping my body as Road makes his last thrusts into my clenching hole.
Bliss, absolute fucking bliss.
“Nobody’s. Fucking. Dying,” Road mumbles, jabbing his cock inside me, as if he were trying to murder me with it, but then I’m flooded with heat I dream ofabsorbinginto my flesh, and he stiffens, pulling me tightly to his chest.
I wish it all lasted longer, but it was still damn glorious.
My head’s filled with nothing but the sound of his beating heart, and I descend to my knees, the hard cock still inside me as we settle on the floor, bodies overheated, sweaty, but so utterly satisfied I can’t bring myself to regret it even if someone walked in on us now.
Road curls around me, as if trying to form a protective shell over me, and while we are locked up behind bars, in a cell where no one would hear our screams, I couldn’t have felt safer. This man’s on my side, and I can trust him to never turn on me.
As he withdraws from my body, the warm cum soothes the burn of the hard, merciless fuck. I find myself needing to cool off my face on the iron bars, so very spent and content.
“How soon do you think we’ll lose count of how many times I came inside you like this?” Road teases, his tongue like fire against my ear.
I let out a shivery laugh. “I can’t believe I wanted to kill you, and now I crave your DNA inside me.”
Road chuckles and kisses my nape, gently sliding his hands up and down my arms as we rest. “You’re lucky there’s much more where that came from. Keep up being such a stud, and you can count on an unlimited supply.”
I turn around, pulling up my pants, so I can face him. I slump to my ass, legs spread around him. My brain knows there’s danger coming our way like a freight train, but I’m too calm right now to care. “Did you only ever start fighting me to get your hands on me?” I ask with a smirk, looking into his deep brown eyes.
I expect confirmation, of course, but instead of coming in a teasing manner it sounds dead serious as Road swallows, briefly looking away, as if he were feeling shy after rearranging my insides. “Maybe…. you looked so fine when I first saw you at that patch-in party. Maybe I should have just waited for the right moment and touched your dick in the restroom instead of provoking a fight.”
I cup his face and kiss him. I probably wouldn’t have been ready for it at that point, but I like the fantasy of it. “You think we could have been fucking for ten years now? We would have been like an old married couple. I’d be a stepdad to your cats—”
“They’re not mine. I just feed them.”
“Surethey’re not,” I tease, stroking his head. “But you know what? I won’t be regretting what we could have been or would have done. We would have been different people. It’s because of who we are now, what we’ve been through, that our bond is steel, forged in blood.”
Road stares at me, his eyes almost black, then snaps out of it and pulls up his jeans. “Jesus, how many books do you read a year to come up with that stuff? Should I make some shelves for you?”
I shake my head and wrap my arms around his neck. “What? Did you judge me for my muscles and excellent wrestling skills? I can be a deep thinker.”
“Then it’s a good thing you failed to notice I’m shallow like the cats’ water bowl,” Road mumbles, rolling to his back. I let him take me with him, and soon he’s spread out under me on the dusty floor, fingers playing with my hair.
