Page 68 of Enemy
My breath quickens, and I’m ready to face some discomfort. At this point though, it’s not gonna change my mind about how much I want him inside me.
I run my fingers up the vein on his forearm with a groan of satisfaction that turns into a soft moan the moment he pushes in. I squeeze his elbow, sucking in air when my body closes around him. The gentle entry feels like a stab, and he stills, watching me with his lips wide open.
“Okay?” he rasps and lets go of his cock to stroke mine, petting its underside as it rests on my tense stomach.
I lack the words to describe how this makes me feel, it brings back bad memories from years ago. I’m embarrassed to realize I grabbed his forearm so hard my nails dig into it. He doesn’t even complain.
Seconds pass, he doesn’t rush me, and the reflexive way my ass gripped him eases, as does my discomfort. I reach up to his nape and pull him down to me for a kiss. He sinks farther inside me, and this time my body doesn’t just accept him. It sucks him in. I cross my ankles at the back of his waist, shivering from the strangeness of being filled.
“Better now,” I whisper into his lips. “You?”
The way his knuckles rub over my cock builds my excitement back up again, but I barely need any more stimulation when he fills me so completely, arms like two pillars either side of my head, lips warm and needy for me. He nuzzles my cheek, then strokeshis tongue over mine. We’re gravitating together, our bodies slotting in ever closer, until his pubes tickle my flesh, and we’re groin to ass. His exhale sounds like relief, as if he were looking for water and finally reached a spring to quench his thirst.
“You feel… incredible,” he whispers into my mouth.
I enclose him in my arms, wrapping them around his neck. I feel him in every move I make. It’s a tight fit, something I’m still adjusting to, but it doesn’t hurt.
I could get drunk on his new cologne mixing with the scent of his sweat. It’s my new aphrodisiac. “Oh fuck… I can feel your heartbeat inside me.” It comes out much more romantic than I intended, but that’s how it feels. Like his pulse is mine.
I keep my eyes half open, because I want to see him. Every scar, the hint of stubble, his thick brows and dark lashes, even the tattoo above his eye, messed up by the burn, make him perfect in my eyes, because he’s mine.
He gasps, his forehead hot and sweaty against my skin, breath sharp yet sweet from the vodka he drank earlier, and when he moves back, the friction it’s creating makes my toes twitch. This already feels nothing like my terrible experience years ago, so I let that go, focused on Road’s trembling lips, on his sharp breaths, on the stiffness in his muscles when he tries to keep his movements slow and controlled for my sake. I’m sure he wants to plow in hard and fast, and when I focus on him, he closes his eyes while his breath trembles.
I lick the salt off his top lip with a groan. “Mmm… good boy,” I tease him about his efforts, while I melt under him. His skin is so hot against mine and I’m loving this even when he pulls away from the kiss, stretching his back like the magnificent beast he is. But just as I stroke his cheek, he shifts his hips and changes the angle with which he fucks me.
“Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I whine, pulling him close with the grip of a drowning man. My toes curl, sparks seem to rush from my balls to my dick, and I’m left a moaning mess when he does that again. I don’t know if it hurts, or if it’s pleasure, but the sensation is intense, making me throb all over in a way I’ve never experienced before
“Sorry.” He stops, eyes wide, and I squeeze his arms hard, rocking my hips, because finding my voice seems impossible. He finally realizes I want him to continue and the worried expression turns into a wide grin. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”
I nod, my mind falling apart like he loosened a screw. “Do that again. Don’t stop.” My breath is shallow, my heart rattles, and I can’t get enough of the self-satisfied glint in his eyes. He has every right to be happy with himself.
I watch him in awe as he tortures me by sinking in slowly, but as soon as he reaches that spot inside me again, I moan for him and stroke his chest in appreciation. This is so intense, so overwhelming I struggle to breathe. Road accelerates, watching me with greedy eyes as he tests different speeds and depths of his thrusts. The heat at the point where we connect keeps growing, and each movement inside sparks sensations as intense as the roar of an engine at full throttle, vibrating through my core with raw, unfiltered power. I keep shivering as he works in and out of me, gaze on my face.
“This is what I fucking live for,” he mumbles, speeding up until my grunts become one long moan.
And in the middle of this fucking storm he’s unleashing on me, all I can think of is keeping him close. My legs are a vise, and I slide my nails over his back nonsensically. His muscles dance under my touch and I want to rip him open and climb inside.
I don’t know if I’m more turned on by the physical sensation inside me, the friction my dick gets between us when it’s lucky, or the ecstasy of watching just how much Road is enjoying himself in my body.
All of it is like sleet hitting me, but instead of ice, it’s made of fire.
I move with him, desperate for that shot of arousal every time he thrusts into me just right. It might become my new addiction.
I kiss him hard, seeking his tongue for yet more fleshy connection. Wet, soft, and hot. I lick his teeth, tease his gums, and nip on his lips.
I’m almost there, and I can’t fucking believe it.
He grunts and shoves his arms under my knees, folding me in two. I can’t breathe. My head’s spinning. But that’s okay as long as he keeps punching that hard cock inside me, kissing me, watching me as if I’m the only thing he cares for in this world.
“Baby, I’m close,” Road mumbles.
I’m half-lucid with the need to feel him come, but I still have a tiny bit of brain power left. “Same. So close. Jerk me off?” I beg, bumping my forehead against his.
I come the moment he touches me, almost as if my body was a firework that only needs this intense flame to explode in a rainbow of colors. I jerk, out of breath as my climax washes over me in endless waves.
Road’s moving above, his hard cock thrusting in and out, and just as I’m spent, he reaches his peak in a sequence of sharp jabs into my relaxed hole. He squeezes my shoulders, trembling against me, and I know he’s coming inside me, like I told him to.
I’m shattered, but somehow whole. My mind doesn’t understand it, but my body does.
