Page 37 of Enemy
“You’re so damn thirsty. I can provide something to satisfy you any time you want, Blue Eyes.Any time,” he says, and while I’m spacing out, the glide of his rough fingertip around my cockhead is something I could repeat in any and all circumstances.
It’s nothing like a woman’s hand, and I love that. I’m so fucking gay. I press into him with a moan. Can’t even be angry about the nickname.
“So good,” I rasp, safe in his embrace. Road should be the last person I feel safe with, yet here we are. I’m naked, vulnerable, drunk, and without a worry in my head. No one would hold me like this if they planned to hurt me.
“Yes. You have such a nice cock. Fits so well in my hand,” Road says, breaking the kiss to rain charged kisses along my neck. They leave my skin on fire, but I welcome his tongue back in my mouth, squirming as he tightens his hold on me, testing what I enjoy.
While he might not want to blow me, he’s far from a selfish lover. Just like I have my limits, I’m fine with his as long as he continues stroking my dick so well. It’s a revelation that even a hand job can be this amazing. Only reason I’m not coming yet is because the water cooled me off for a moment. Now I’m right back to overheating.
The sand is soft under my knees, the sun shines on my face, and I’ve never known such physical pleasure. I press my ass against him, to test how it feels while I glide my hands over his wet thighs. So damn solid. As if I’m cuddling up to a beast capable of ending my life with a single bite.
He pushes his hips right back at me, and it doesn’t feel nearly as threatening now that he’s no longer erect. “When you do feel like it, tell me, because I’ve been imagining you spread out under me since I saw your ass through the back of your hospital gown. Every damn night, I dive into your hot, tight hole, and you tell me to go harder,” Road whispers before licking my lips. “I’d give it to you just right.”
With every word, he jerks me off faster. Whenever I let my thoughts drift to anal sex, I’m always a spectator, otherwise my arousal dies as a shadow with tattooed hands braces itself over me and holds me down, rubbing my face into gravel. But as Road’s honeyed words soak in, I’m there, spread on the floor while he grins at me, rubbing his dick between my buttocks. He’s grabby, horny, his face blooms with a deep flush. And he doesn’t just fuck me to get off. He wants to see me come and kisses me with the same excitement with which he said I’m perfect.
I’m not ready to go there. Still, his words turn me on, and it’s me who latches onto him for a kiss even though my neck hurts from the twisting. I grind against him, fucking his hand, desperate for the release of this tension inside me.
“Make me come,” I whisper against his lips, but my words turn into a moan when he squeezes my pec hard. His touch is so damn hot in this cold water, and I’mmelting.
“Good boy. I want to see you come. I want to lick your spunk from my fingers. Right now,” he mutters into my lips, and I crash, twisting and jerking in his embrace as my balls tighten, sending a hot wave through my cock.
If he called me that in any other circumstances, I would punch him, but right now? Yeah. I wanna be a good boy. I may be twenty-seven, but I never got this before. Being with Road feels like waking up from a ten-year-long bad dream.
I don’t know who I am now.
Figuring it out can wait. Right now, all I need to know is that his fingers are milking my dick, his hairy body is hot against me, and my legs are trembling from the intensity of my orgasm. I don’t try to restrain my moans, facial expressions, or happy whispers of ‘yes… yes…’.
I can be myself for once, and when he sniggers, watching me with a satisfied half-smile, I’m ready to wag my tail with joy. He takes his hand away just before touch becomes painful, and I go limp in his arms, catching my breath while he presses his mouth to the side of my face, over and over.
“Fuck, you’re so hot. I wish I could keep you in my cabin, so we could do this whenever we want.”
I open my eyes in time to see him lick my cum from his palm.
I don’t think I’ve ever met a hotter man. He’s as shameless as me. He says what he wants, and doesn’t hold back.
I end up pulling him a few paces toward the shore so I can collapse into the shallow water without fear of drowning. I’m too breathless to speak, but he follows me without me needing to say anything, and lands on top of me, scooping me into a hug.
My instinct is to fight it, because this feels far too much like a cuddle, but fuck it. I’m too exhausted to keep up appearances when all I want is to close my arms around him, stroke his muscular back and rest against him like he’s my personal weighted blanket.
“We can… you know, meet here. For as long as it lasts,” I say when I finally gather my thoughts.
Road pushes his arm under my neck and his knee between my thighs, enclosing me in a hug that will undoubtedly lead to more. Eventually. For now, it’s a cuddle, something neither of us should allow if we’re to be just two bodies getting off. But when he offers me a tired smile and meets my gaze as if we’ve known each other intimately for years, I don’t have the strength to fight the visceral need for closeness.
“Yeah, let’s do that,” he tells me, with a kiss to my temple.
The gesture does something to my body, and I curl up around the heavy sensation inside, as if he, the cause of it, can protect me from the consequences. How is this guy the same Roadkill who stabbed me in the warehouse? The same one who always lashes out at people, the unhinged Vulture everyone knows to be wary of?
This time it’s me who needs the kiss. I’m half-afraid he’ll reject it just to tease me, but as soon as my lips brush his, Road is quick to open my mouth with his tongue.
We’re both pumped out of cum, so what is this kiss even for? I don’t know, but I like it, so I close my eyes and make out with him in the water like no other point than the connection is needed.
It’s possible I have a crush on him.
Which is ridiculous.
And doomed.
I don’t even need to say it again, because we both know this won’t end well.
