Page 67 of Enemy
I’m trapped under him, and while I miss our kisses, I’m not worried about him doing something I don’t want him to, so I just let my mind drift, enjoying his weight and the firm hold he has on me. He only lifts his body once the lube is in his hand.
“Like what?” I murmur and arch my hips up, knowing exactly what he means. I love how much he desires me. And still, there’s that barrier inside me, woven from mocking comments about the secret that’s such a core part of me. But I’m not weak. Being gay and wanting another man to fuck me doesn’t make me incapable of holding my own in a fight, or less masculine than anyone else. If I’m to be my own man, then I’ll do what my gut tells me, whether those around me approve or not.
“So… submissive,” he whispers, straddling one of my thighs as he opens the slick. He keeps touching me, stroking me as if he can’t get enough of my skin. It’s a side of me I’m only discovering, but it’s damn easy to follow through when he’s loving it so much. “Show me your hole?”
His voice is dark, like burnt sugar syrup. I’d love to lick the inside of his mouth now. I bet I could taste it.
I’m hesitant, since I’ve never done this before. Not like this.
But my inhibitions are so fucking pointless. When I reach back to my ass and part it for him, my eyes are firmly on Road’s face. I might get neck strain, but I want to eat up his desire for me. I want to read his thoughts.
There’s nothing to read or guess, because the expression of awe relaxing his features is dead obvious. I feel cool air on my hole… almost inside it too, and I mewl when slick fingers roll over my flesh, teasing it. Our gazes meet, and Road dives in for a quick nip on my cheek. “One of the most beautiful sights ever,” he declares, as if he’s pledging his allegiance to my cause.
I smile like a fucking idiot.
The fact that I’m holding myself open for his fingers gives me a strange sense of agency. This act confirms I want him inside me. I’m taking back what was ripped away from me.
“Bet you say that to all the holes,” I whisper my joke. I never thought I’d be so at ease with anyone. He leans in and kisses me as the slick tip of his finger massages my entrance.
“Only this one,” he whispers, outlining my mouth with his tongue. “So wet and soft, and drinks down my cum so greedily.”
I’m not even tense when he slides in the tip of his slippery finger. It surprises me, because I expected to relive pain, but instead, I get to focus on Road.
I moan when he pushes in a bit deeper, testing me. My lust-filled gaze slides down his neck, chest, and between his legs where his dick is rock-hard for me. A bead of pre-cum drips from the slit in his cockhead, and the image is so erotic I regret I’m not close enough to lick it.
“Tight for you?” I mutter, increasingly excited. I want this to be just about us. About both the intimate connection and the filthy passion that makes me talk dirty to him in ways I never thought possible with another man.
He exhales and pushes his finger all the way in, leaving it there while he nuzzles my scalp, blowing hot air on my neck. “You’re as good as my first ever ride on a motorcycle. It’s like anything is possible.” He removes the finger and tickles my crack, once again poking at me moments later.
That has to be the best compliment I ever got.
Just like he promised, he’s taking it nice and slow, giving me time to adjust, stroking me, and pouring hot filth into my ear. At some point he pushes in another finger, but while the stretch is new, there’s no pain. My heart beats in a steady rhythm as I rock against his hand.
The girth of his dick will be more than two fingers, but I’m pretty sure my excitement will eclipse any discomfort. At this point, I want his cock pumping into me instead of the teasing fingers.
Will I have to say it? Ask for it?
I close my eyes. “I want your cock now.”
Road nips on my shoulder blade and moves his fingers back and forth, making my hole even needier. “Any last words?” he asks with a low chuckle.
It’s hard to focus when the pressure inside me is so intense, but I know what I want.
“Can we… do face-to-face?” I glance back at him. “I want to see you.”
And kiss you.
And know that it’s you.
I want this to be nothing like the scar of a memory in my heart. It already is, but I want to forget myself in his eyes.
Road gently removes his fingers before rolling me over as if he were a wild cat and I—just a man. He’s smiling as he reaches up and pulls a pillow close. “We sure can. I’ll get to see your face when I’m inside you.”
I lift my hips when he stuffs the pillow under me and kneels between my legs, bare chest rising and falling. He’s fucking magnificent, and as he slicks his hard erection, I find myself pulling back my legs, holding myself open for him again. In this position, my torso feels mildly constricted, and I’m so very exposed with my ass presented to him like a trophy, but my dick remains hard as steel, proof that I’m here out of my free will, and that I want this.
I’m too horny to care about looking weird. As long as Road eyes me like he wants to eat me alive, I’m good.
And what a beast of a man he is when he moves closer, the tip of his cockhead nudging my slippery hole as if he’s teasing me. He might want to watch my face, but I’m just as greedy to seehisexpression when he sinks into me.
