Page 31 of Enemy
I paw at his thigh, elated, aroused, and barely lucid.
Myorgasm comes like a smack in the face with electricity. Lightning seems to travel from my tonsils to my dick, and I moan as I rock my hips, spilling my cum all over the floor. His fingers tighten in my hair, making my scalp itch pleasantly, but then they’re on my shoulders, digging into flesh.
“Coming,” he rasps, and when I tighten my lips around his shaft, thirsty for my first taste of cum, it floods my mouth so fast some of it rolls down the shaft before I can swallow. It’s sticky, warm, and salty—I shouldn’t find it tasty, but knowing that I’m drinking down the contents of Road’s balls has me trembling as my climax is over, leaving behind exhaustion.
I pray, for his sake, that he doesn’t say anything stupid right now, or I might just kill him.
I spend a bit more time with Road’s cock in my mouth but once it’s soft, I drop it and stretch my body. For a while, we both catch our breaths. I even rest my cheek against his thigh, fantasizing about how good his dick tasted, and the sounds he made when he came. I rub some of the cum that’s dripped onto my hand into the coarse hair on his lower stomach.
This post-orgasmic glow feels like a decade of frustration dropped from my shoulders. I’m still a bit hazy when I get up and shamelessly straddle his lap without as much as adjusting my jeans. I wanna touch more of him. I take a deep breath and rest against Road, arms around his shoulders, cheek against his buzz cut. He doesn’t hesitate for a moment and throws his arms around me, resting.
“Liked that?” he eventually asks, pulling on my shoulder, so my head rests on the edge of his arm, letting him see my face.
I stroke the top of his head. “You have such a good dick,” I say, because it’s true. Not gonna be coy about it. “You?” I ask, hoping it doesn’t come off as needy. Maybe I shouldn’t have asked. Of course he liked it. He’s had his dick sucked by a member of the opposing MC. I frown at my own thoughts.
Road chuckles, grinning at me until I’m ready to defend my honor and punch him in the face once he, inevitably, says something offensive. But he nods and kisses my forehead. “Was it your first?”
I’m so stunned by this little expression of affection, I’m not sure what to do with myself. He has a nice smile. Not mean at all.
“Well… yeah.” Though his question is making me wonder what his experiences are. What do I do though? Just chat to him about it like we’re buddies? I don’t want him to leave yet. “So… you could stay a bit. I could probably go again in a while. If you have time.”
The burn scar on Road’s face stretches when he sniggers at me. “No other plans yet. I could stay,” he says noncommittally, but let’s face it, why would he reject the offer of more sex, when he has nothing better to do? He’s already betraying his club by being here with me. Might as well go all-out.
I get off his lap, unashamed that my dick is sticking out. “It’s a hot day. Wanna undress?” I ask and make a show of taking off my T-shirt. I want to see all of him in the daylight.
Road bites his lip, watching me, but he’s already untying his shoes. “We could swim too. Assume there’s not a soul for miles?”
“It’s a dead zone around here, which is why I love it.” I take my own boots off and kick them to the side, impatient to see more of his skin. Just his presence, the smell of our sex in the air, puts me in a good mood. My jeans come off next, and I’m naked as God made me. Torn between waiting on him and teasing him, I end up turning around and walking out so he can get a good look.
When he whistles, I know he’s watching, so I stall in the doorway, leaning against it, letting him see my tattooed back, my firm thighs, and round ass. I’d do myself, so why wouldn’t he?
Creak of wood. Rustle of fabric.
He’s shedding his clothes too, but I’m excited by the idea of making him chase me, so I leave, stepping onto the sandy ground woven with grass and dry pine needles. The sun’s reaching me through the gaps in the leafy canopy above, but while I’ve skinny-dipped here before, it feels different this time. For once, I haven’t come alone, and anticipation’s coiling inside me like a hungry snake.
I stepped into that shack a different man than the one I walked out as. I can still taste Road and I smile to myself at the thought of sucking him again. I’m not ready to think about tomorrow, but this is good. Very good.
“Grab some blankets, I’ll cook outside,” I say, turning around to catch him mid-stride, and I immediately regret it, because I don’t want him disappearing from my sight.
Road somehow appears even taller when naked. The scars left by our shared ordeal are still very much visible on his body. Burns. Thick scars left by the surgeries that saved his life, but underneath it all, he’s still the same man to who I told my greatest secret, back when we both thought death was imminent. Just as proficient and deadly. I’m sure he must have lost some muscle during his recovery, but he’s now back to his usual. In fact, his biceps might be a bit thicker than before. His chest is a perfect pillow for my head, dusted with a dark lawn that also covers his forearms, stomach, and parts of his thighs.
A beautiful animal.
“You cook?” Road asks, emerging from the shed with a box containing blankets and pillows. Sadly, it’s so big, it covers his crotch.
“My dad taught me the basics, we often went camping with my brother,” I say, only seconds later realizing that the topic of my family shouldn’t be discussed with him.
Road chooses to remain silent and focuses on spreading two blankets on the sparse grass close to the charred remains of the campfire I made last time. I dash back to the shed and return with dry wood and a pan, trying to fight the nervous energy overcoming my body.
My throat is ever tighter, because now I’m wondering if he knows who killed my older brother, but before I can spiral, Road speaks. “I… never really learned.”
At least it takes my mind off the frustrating situation. His nakedness helps too. Not just because he’s so hot I wanna gnaw on his calf, but it feels so natural for both of us to be bare in nature.
I raise an eyebrow at him as I arrange the wood under the basic metal griddle and light it. “Why? It’s a basic life skill.” Knowing I’d want to eat, whether with him or on my own, I brought the cooler bag with bacon and a few other ingredients.
Road sits cross-legged, and I try to focus on starting the fire instead of studying every detail of his cock and balls.
“I lived with my folks until I was fourteen. Then, there was a time when I had no access to a kitchen, so I bought all my food ready. And then, I settled in a place that has a canteen feeding everyone for cheap. There was never any need for me to cook.”
