Page 44 of Enemy
I can’t get enough of him. Not just his body but the man too. Was he ever just a body, after the first time he brought me to his secret shed by the lake? I know we agreed on being just that—each other’s outlets for sex—but fuck that agreement. I see how he tries to hold back a smile when I whisper filth into his ear, I know he always adds cayenne pepper to his meat rub, and that he’s sentimental about chickens because his mom used to keep them. Once you seethe personinside the body, how can you unsee them?
I glance his way and tap my belt buckle. If he wants what’s in my boxer shorts, he should work for it.
“That scent of a ‘campfire out in the wild west’. Smoke. Peppercorns. And whiskey. And wood,” I say and gesture toward the hair oil—yes,hair oil—on the sink. A quick snoop through his bathroom earlier revealed that he has a favorite brand, one of those that market themselves with images of men spending time outdoors, with buddies theydefinitely don’t fuckyet for whom they want to smell and look their best.
His eyes widen, lips part, and he flushes so rapidly I can’t help but think he’scute, even if he’s a grown-ass man with stubble and a black eye.
“You really had to snoop through everything?” he grumbles like it’s embarrassing that he takes good care of himself. “I just like it, okay?”
“Oh, I like it too,” I say and rest my hands on the wall, framing his head. Satisfaction blooms in my chest when his pupils widen. And then, his fingers roam my chest, descending to the belt still locking away his favorite toy.
“I don’t talk about it, because my brothers prefer to smell like hair grease and the barbecue sauce that dropped on their shirt. Maybe I’m just vain.” He sighs and gives me a kiss as he opens my belt. The clink it makes when I’m in Clyde’s proximity is already making me hard. When he tugs on the zipper and the pressure against my cock becomes more bearable, the world blurs while Clyde’s face and his hot body, remain razor-sharp.
“Oh I know. They’re like a herd of goats. But not you. You are fucking delicious,” I rasp and press my tongue to the side of his neck. If he intended to defend the scum he calls brothers, his words come out as a choked groan as I sense his pulse quicken beneath my lips.
One hand on my hip, he slides the other into my boxers as he turns to lick the side of my ear. I worried that the scarring from the burn might be a turn off, but since he realized that patch of skin is more ticklish, he won’t stop teasing me there.
“I noticed you often smell my hair.”
I chuckle and shove my pants down while he rubs my erection, eyes fixed on mine. Fuck, I could get off on just that—him stroking me while his breath teases my lips and his eyes pin me to the wall.
“Well, now that I get to touch it, it doesn’t seem as impractical anymore.”
His fingers still petting my cock, he reaches to his nape and releases the blond cascade from the ponytail. “It has a verypracticalreason of driving men like you mad.”
I stall. I know I’m the only man he’s been with, but that doesn’t make the pang inside me any less intense. “Men? As in, more than one?” I ask and lean closer, my hand gathering his balls.
Clyde licks my lips. “Don’t worry, babe, I just want them looking.”
Babe?
Babe?
A chuckle leaves my lips as I lean back, moving my fingers up, to close them around Clyde’s hard erection. “Did you just use a pet name? I’m no longer a fuck puppet, butbabe?” I ask, joking to cover for the weird tightness in my chest. ‘Babe’ feels like something you’d call your boyfriend, not just some guy you’re fucking.
I press a closed-mouthed kiss to his lips and flatten my hand, rubbing his dick until he stiffens, shuddering between me and the wall.
“Asshole, that’s what you are.” Clyde groans, yet never lets go of my cock, as if petting it is far too important to stop. “It just slipped out.” He looks away, and turns on the water, but I’m sure that’s a distraction.
Still, it’s almost too cold, and I have to let him go to drag my pants and underwear off before my wallet and phone can get wet. The bundle of cotton, denim, and leather flies out of the stall, leaving me as naked as Clyde is.
“Yeah, your soft side slipped out,” I point out and suck in the flesh at the base of his neck, already rolling my hips against his abdomen, grabbing his arms, pushing my knee between his thighs. He opens them for me so naturally, I’m sure he’ll let me inside one day. Whatever’s holding him back, needs patience. In the meanwhile, I’m getting the best head of my life, so I can’t complain.
A moan falls from his lips and he presses his hot body against me under the water. “Feel my cock and abs? I don’t have a soft side.”
I nod. “Your hair, and your skin, and oh, this?” I ask, giving his buttock a squeeze that sends him to his toes. “No give. Would never want to use it as a pillow.”
I love his laugh. Just as much as his hand always finding its way to my cock. “You’re lucky you’re so hot, because otherwise, I’d be reconsidering your stay after that comment.”
His words are like sunshine reaching even the darkest places inside me. I’ve been called attractive many times, but it hits different coming from a guy. I can’t keep myself from smiling when I reach for the shower gel mounted on the side of the stall.
“What was that? You want me to stay the night?”
He stalls, as does my heart, but his eyes soften and he gives me another kiss. “Yeah. Will you stay the night?”
I expected him to joke about it, as he often does. Roll his eyes and say something like ‘since it’s already late’, or ‘on the couch’. Yet he’s so earnest it makes me melt. My cock is no softer than before though as I grind it against his stomach.
I press my forehead to his, and my palms, slick with the shower gel that smells like indulgent evenings at a cabin deep in the woods, move across his chest, then to his sides, holding him as I inhale his warm breath in the artificial rain.
