Page 18 of Enemy
I can smell the truth all over him. He's taken a shower before mounting his bike, and has that addictive scent on him. Pine, leather, smoke, like a fucking campfire beckoning me to come close and taste the meat sizzling in a skillet.
He wanted to smell good for me. Wanted to be juicy and fresh. Who am I to reject such a delicious offering?
I squeeze both of his wrists against the cold asphalt, and then flex my shoulders, rolling my body against his. We’re dressed. I don’t really know how he looks naked, beyond the glimpse I got of his backside in the hospital gown. I don’t evenlikehim, but his wide-eyed gaze is like a vibrating leash rewarding each and every thrust I make.
The stifled moans are even better. He bites his bottom lip, as if trying to tempt me into a kiss, but does everything to avoid eye contact. And yet, he rocks back against me, legs spread. A shiver goes down my spine when I’m reminded of what he said to me those months ago.
‘I would have let you’.
Fuck. I’m so horny for anything he meant he’d let me, because it suggests the kind of dynamic I want. He’s not fighting me when I hold his wrists, and he’s not trying to get on top either. Clyde’s warm breath tickles my cheek, and I can’t believe who I’m grinding against, but I don’t hate it.
If I didn’t know he wantsthis, I could have gotten so much more wrong about him.
Or I’m blind to all his shitty flaws, because he makes horny grunts under me and rubs against me ever quicker, like we’re two undersexed teens, not grown-ass men. Does it matter? As long as no one else finds out, I don’t care.
The night grows hot when my body speeds up. I can barely take credit for Clyde’s moans, because I’m no longer in control. Primal instinct has taken over, and the unexpected pleasure is just happening to me, almost as if I’m its very willing victim.
His skin is pink and looks so delicious with the glaze of fresh sweat that I can’t help myself and dive in, lapping salt and musk off his stubbly cheek while we rock together. He stirs, taking sharp gasps. His hips push hard against mine, and his leg curls above my ass, holding me close.
This is what dreams are fucking made of. The delightful heat of the friction between us doesn’t even feel real, but then he’s arching, thrashing, and I don’t need to feel his cum on my skin to know I’ve finished him.
All I want is to follow, but determination takes hold, and I unzip my pants with a trembling hand, moving over him even as he collapses, breathless and sweaty. Any touch feels like a threat to my sanity now, but I pluck my painfully stiff dick and shove it under Clyde’s T-shirt, resuming my grinding.
I’m almost embarrassed how fast it’s over.
Even though I’m already coming, fresh waves of arousal keep hitting me when my cockhead rubs over the hair on his tense stomach.
Clyde might have been avoiding eye contact, but now that his hands are free, he’s not trying to scramble from under me. Instead, I sense his fingers inch up my arm. I’m still brainless with my orgasm, but I regret that I have my jacket on, because I’m starving for more skin-to-skin touch.
As if reading my mind, Clyde dips his other hand under my jacket. The way he slides his fingers under my tank top is so tentative, I’d call it shy. It’s so hard to imagine a loudmouth like Clyde Turner beingtimid. He had no hesitation when he almost stabbed me several times tonight.
When he presses his face to my neck, I just about melt into him, imagining us with no clothes on, and my dick deep inside him.
It’s so quiet. Almost as if all the woodland critters hiding in the trees surrounding the garages are holding their breath as they watch us. With my nose and lips tucked into Clyde’s smooth hair, I’m in a state of bliss. Who cares about the outside world, when I can have this bubble?
I move my arm under his head, so he can use it as a pillow while my other hand explores the waistband of his pants. I sense him stiffen, but he doesn’t stop me when I undo the zipper, and then slide my fingers past the waistband of his underwear, into sticky heat that makes my toes curl.
I’m touching his dick.Andhis cum.
He’s softening, but it’s no less hot to touch him now. He’s so responsive to me too. Clyde’s breath hitches against my skin when I give his dick a little squeeze. Nails dig in under my ribs, but it’s not painful. Hopefully, getting his rocks off took Clyde out of his stabby mood.
I love that he wants to explore my body even after we finished. My heart is soaring at all the things I want to do to him—withhim. I never let myself think about it much, but he’s the hottest guy I know, and he wants me. I’m not letting him go now.
I gasp when his hot wet tongue rolls along my neck, and he even rubs his leg against my hip. He wants me. Wants me bad. I bet he’s got no one else. Like me. We could give each other the relief we both need. It wouldn’t have to affect anything in our real lives, especially if the truce sticks.
I’m not letting go of his cock until I have to, but I use my other hand to draw patterns on the side of his head as I dive in, focused on his lips.
Our eyes finally meet, and his are so dazed and half-lidded. I’ve never seen him like that, so blissed out and unguarded. Another new side I’m desperately eager to explore. But as soon as I move in for a kiss, his pupils widen, and he backs out just enough to deny me what I want even though he’s still under me.
“I’m notthatgay,” he scoffs, and it’s so dumb I can hardly comprehend it.
My hand is still on his dick. He licked my neck. Hecameunder me.
But a kiss is too much?
I want to laugh in his face and make some dumb jokes, but the peace between us is fragile, and even I can restrain myself when it’s needed. Sometimes.
I don’t want him sliding out of my arms yet, so I nod and nip his cheek, before tracing the imprints of my teeth with my tongue. Fuck he tastes good.
