Page 132 of Enemy
“You look like a dying man in the desert, trying to reach an oasis!” Clyde laughs, climbing the little steps to reach the pool from the path, but I’m not letting him distract me.
I slap my hand into the water, still on all fours.
“I won!” I shout, only now realizing that I’ve dipped my gloves and sleeves in, which are now soaked with the warm liquid. Just fucking great.
Clyde stands over me with his hands on his hips, catching his breath. “Wouldn’t say the shortcut was fair, but can’t blame you.” He winks at me and takes off his scarf.
All I can think of now is his lovely, hot mouth, because my clothes are already soaking and cold. I dread having to put them back on when we get out of the pool. But that’s a problem for future Road.
“Poor you. What will you do about this terrible penalty?” I tease and touch his lower back in passing. The deal was that the loser gets no head, not that he’ll not get any pleasure, and I know many ways to make Clyde shout my name while he claws my back, besides gobbling up his cock like it’s my favorite popsicle.
He smirks, towering over me as he takes off his jacket, then his shoes. At least the air around the hot spring is also a little warmer. “We’ll just have to see how creative you can get.”
There was no promise of head for the winner of our little race, but I’m pretty sure it’s a given when he licks along his top lip. Not that I’ve ever had to do much convincing whenit comes to that. Clyde sometimes wakes me up with his mouth around my dick, but I don’t see his talented tongue ever getting old.
“I can be pretty creative when I want to,” I say, hanging up my jacket. I already feel bitterly cold, but there’s a prize waiting for me in the spring surrounded by rocks, so I bite the bullet and shed my remaining clothes.
Naked, inked, Clyde steps into the water. It only reaches to his chest when he stands in the deepest spot, so he dips lower and takes me in with his enticing blue eyes as if he’s some dangerous male nymph in a pond.
And he is dangerous all right, or rather—was—and if I couldn’t deny him then, what are my chances now? The stone tiles have been cleared of snow, but they still feel like ice under my feet as I make my way to the pool. When I dip one toe in the water, it feels almost too hot, but it’s a minor detail.
Clyde smirks and swims up to the edge when I sit there. I gasp when he parts my legs and his lips find my cock like I’m the prize after all, andhe’swon. The yellow and green lights of the lamps glow in his eyes.
Clyde purrs against my dick and slides his palms up my thighs. “How are you this hot?” he asks, mirroring my thoughts.
My body’s torn, but when Clyde’s tongue laps my cock, painting it with warm saliva, I decide my upper half can deal with the cold for a bit longer.
“Must be something in the water,” I quip and slide my fingers into his smooth hair, which he didn’t even bother to tie up. He’ll regret it on the way back, but I’m not complaining. I love holding him by it. Something primal about it.
“Or I’m just always horny for you,” Clyde mumbles, half-closing his eyes in pleasure as he sucks in my stiffening cock.
The pull of his mouth is indescribable, and I find myself shifting on the edge of the pool, to be a little bit closer to that treasure trove of softness, slick saliva, and nimble muscles that always caress me just right.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I mumble, but when he kneels closer, I close the gap between my thighs, trapping his head between them.
He was great at this from the start, but with practice, Clyde’s taken it to new levels I can’t get enough of. He looks up at me with intense lust reflected in his eyes as he takes inch after inch into his mouth, letting all of me inside. His warm hands move to my waist, caressing me as greedily as his mouth.
I’m no longer cold.
In fact, I might be on fire.
As I twist his hair around my hand, giving myself the illusion that I’m still in control, he makes the most delicious hum. He hollows his cheeks as if he’s never before tasted anything better than my cock. Can’t say I’m not flattered.
“You’re a fucking pro at this.”
He winks at me, but then we lose eye contact when he lowers his head to take me all the way down his throat. Fuck. I’ve really fucked the gag reflex out of him. He’s so smooth, tight, wet, hot… My breath quickens as he sucks, bobbing his head. The new angle has pushed him a little above the surface of water and I get to admire his strong, wide shoulders. He’s such a fuckingman, happy to take what he wants. And since what he wants is to swallow my cum, I might be the luckiest guy out there.
He’s got me wrapped around his finger. Because how can I ever say no to someone whose mouth feels this good? I chuckle, watching him bury his nose in my pubes. When he comes up, I pull him by the hair, until we’re kissing above my stiff, wet dick. Fuck, he tastes of me too.
“I’m going to fuck you in our new bed later, and I’ll start by drilling you open with my tongue.”
His breath quickens against my lips, eyes half-lucid when he looks at me. “Yes…” is all he can manage, but his excitement is palpable in the way his fingers tighten on my waist. He loves having his ass toyed with, and I’m more than happy to give him that. “Go on, fuck my mouth,” he whispers, rolling out the red carpet of his tongue.
Fire licks my back, and I cup his head before pulling it down. I feel him swallow as my cock slides in, deliciously slow, and when he’s again taken it all the way down, I give him an appreciative rub. “Is that making you even hornier? Knowing I’ll fold you against the bed and lick you until you beg me to stop torturing you?”
His eyes roll back when I pull him halfway off my cock before stabbing back in, until his nose is flush with my stomach. Damn, that looks good.
It took a while for me to understand Clyde likes a bit of force, and I’ve not avoided it since. After all, the guys he showed me in his porn mags were all tattooed studs. I want to make sure I’m the only one he fantasizes about now.
