Page 65 of Enemy
“No. But you’ve lured me intobreeding duty. That’s new,” he rasps, pressing his cheek to mine, then darting his tongue out to stab it at my ear.
I laugh out loud, shocked by what he’s just said. “I’m pretty sure you’re gonna like this work detail.” And since his thigh is between my legs, I grind against it shamelessly. He always knows how to turn my dials up to a hundred, and my dick is already getting hard. I want him to feel that.
“I think so too,” he teases, sliding his warm fingers under my top. “I’ve got a feeling I’ll be very... dedicated to it.”
“What other job is there for a bull?” I whisper and rub my cheek against his. I love the way he touches me. Like he can’t get enough. He worships me with his hands. And with his lips.
When they descend the side of my neck, warm and eager to mark me with kisses, I melt between my man and the wall, resting almost too much weight on that knee insistentlyrubbing my balls. But then Road’s pulling me deeper into the room. It’s too dark for me to see anything beyond the pale lines around the door and the covered window, but I trust Road to find his way. It’s exhilarating that he wants to take the reins, that I don’t have to always remain on guard and ready for confrontation.
I like to make my own choices in life, but when we’re alone like this, it turns me on that he’s such aguy. That he tells me what he wants and isn’t afraid to grab me either.
When he pushes me, Iknowthe bed must be behind me, or he wouldn’t have done that, so I trust him. And just as expected, I fall onto soft bedding. It’s only now dawning on me what I’ve put on the table tonight, but it’s a good feeling. My insides buzz with excitement when I think about his dick, and the arousal I can’t wait to see all over his handsome face.
“You smell good. New cologne?” I ask, lifting myself to my elbows as I strain my eyes to see him in the darkness. His scent is different, smooth, with a hint of citrus, and I like knowing that he made that effort for me.
My eyes have now gotten a bit more used to the dark, and I see his widen. “Yes… yes, actually. It’s a sample, but I might just need an entire bottle.”
He nips my chin, and the wall lamp attached above the bedside table comes on, revealing tacky wallpaper, and even tackier bedding. But it doesn’t matter. I didn’t come here for a five-star hotel experience. I’m here for Road.
He grins and places both his hands on my knees, spreading them wide.
I gasp and my heart beats faster. I’m not sure about the exact logistics of how we’ll do things tonight, but I’m happy to follow his lead. I’ve spent too much of my life dissecting why I like what I like. I don’t want to overthink it anymore, or worry if I come off as weak.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He must see that all over my face, but everyone loves a bit of encouragement, and I’m happy to tell him what turns me on.
The roguish smile I get in return makes my insides vibrate, and I curl my toes when he presses the sides of his feet to mine, towering over me as he pulls off his top. Fuck, he’s handsome. Not in the way models are—his attractiveness is rough around the edges, tainted with a bit of rust and damage that prove how much he’s been through—but I can’t imagine being with anyone hotter. Everything about him, from the many scars to the near-bald head and tattoos oozes masculinity, and while his looks communicate that he’s dangerous, I can’t be afraid of him any longer.
“You just relax. I’ll take care of you, Clyde,” he tells me, dropping his top to the floor, and I sink deeper into the mattress, unable to stop watching him.
I should laugh off his words or roll my eyes, but he’s hit a vulnerable chord inside me. I trust him and I had no idea how much I needed that. A man who would take care of me. Even though I want to keep him safe too, this is about something different. About trusting him with my body. I’ve never been this at ease with anyone.
I nod, all warm inside. It’s a strange mix of fluffy emotions that make me feel like a sap and an intensely physical arousal that has my cock straining against my zipper.
And he is enjoying this moment too, if the speed of his breathing and the bulge at the front of his pants are any indication. My mouth dries when he opens his belt, letting both ends hang loosely while he pulls down the zipper, watching me as if he wanted to feed on my reactions.
“Best birthday party.”
I grin at him, already flushed. “Feels like it’smybirthday. Since there’s a stripper.” I pull a crumpled note out of my pocket and throw it at him.
He laughs when it flutters to the bed, then kicks off his boot and places one foot on the mattress, right next to me. This way, his leg’s resting against my flank, and I’m closer to the open fly, where black cotton beckons me closer. Before I can make up my mind, Road slides his fingers into my hair and nudges me forward, until my nose and lips are buried between the folds of fabric, with the open zipper scratching my face and his scent yanking me by the balls.
All blood drains from my head and I grab his hips with a groan. I love sucking his dick so much that just the invitation to do that makes my whole body throb with lust. Two weeks. Two fucking weeks I’ve had to wait to touch him again.
I press my tongue flat against his cock, still hidden under fabric and moan to tell him how much I want him. I especially love that moment when he comes. Dick twitching, hot and hard, cum spurting into my mouth. He might not want his head pushed, and I respect that, but damn doIenjoy him gripping my hair harder when he makes those last thrusts into my mouth.
“I imagined pushing it inside you,” he tells me in a raw voice, and I rock my hips up when a pang of sensation trails up my cock. “That’s what you want, right? To give me your body?”
“Yes,” I whisper, pulling his jeans and underwear down just enough to see his dick. It’s as perfect as he is. “I… want to feel it… deep in me.” It’s somehow easier to speak about it with my face against his cock. I lose inhibitions when I’m so close to sex, and when he pulls back, taking his erection out of my reach, I let out a disappointed moan.
Road grabs me by the chin and leans in to kiss my mouth. “I think it’s time to unwrap my gift.” With that, he shoves his remaining clothes off, soon standing in front of me naked. I did notice that he pulled something out of his pockets, and a little tube lands on the pillow alongside a single condom.
“You predicted this?” I ask, a little nervous again. It’s so stupid. I’m not nervous about slamming a chair into a guy, but this somehow has my fingers trembling so much I have to grip the sheet.
Road blinks, and for a moment he almost looks self-conscious. “No… I just always have it on me. Just in case.”
“I mean… That’s good. I don’t think spit would do.” I try to turn it into a joke but don’t manage to hold his gaze. He’s the man I want. I know it. This shouldn’t be hard.
“What about this?” Road grabs the rubber. “Do we need it?”
