Page 69 of Enemy
I hold him close, kissing his scarred ear, and inviting him to take his time filling me.
Just like I love to swallow, I get off on the thought of him filling me with his cum. I seem to experience the pulsing of every vein in his dick as he makes his last jabs.
“Bet that made your balls feel good,” I whisper into his ear, pumped out, and just so… happy. My brain is fuzzy, still sparking with the afterglow of arousal. It’s no longer the overwhelming race to an orgasm, but the sticky, lazy pleasure of release. He slides both hands under my head, as if the bed isn’t soft enough for me.
Road’s eyelids droop more than usual as he strokes his thumbs over my cheekbones. “As good as riding Smokey. Maybe that’s what I should call you from now on, hm?”
I should probably feel offended, but I smile, drowning in the connection between us. “You did bet your bike against this ride.”
Road swallows, and as he shifts his hips, I feel his cock popping out of me. My entrance stings a little, and my insides still throb from the unfamiliar intrusion, but I feel amazing, finally unshackled from the ghosts that kept me from indulging this part of my life. And while I did expect Road to take care of me, the flood of emotion gathering in my chest is unexpected.
Road smirks before pressing his nose to mine. “I’ll get something to clean us up,” he says and eases off me.
I grab his waist and pull him close. “Wait. Or… I mean, unless you need to,” I mumble, embarrassed by the technicality of the aftermath when all I want is a cuddle.
I sense Road’s heartbeat quicken against my chest. “Oh… I figured you’d want to… but yeah, I can stay,” he adds and rolls to his side, taking me out of the wet spot growing under my hips.
I’m so torn between loving the sticky feeling because it’shiscum, and the strange shyness I rarely feel. It’s all so new.
I entwine my legs with his and hug him, unsure how to express any of it while I’m still fuzzy after coming. So I kiss him instead. “That felt so good. To be under you,” I finally whisper into his hot mouth.
I need him to understand how much this means to me, but I’m struggling to express any of the sweetness pooling in my heart. All my life, I’ve been taught to be tough, to keep my fists up, so talking about feelings doesn’t come easily.
I hear him swallow, and when he moves his lips into my hair, my gaze moves on to his hands. They are big, marked with several scars and patches of rough skin on the knuckles. After studying them for weeks, I also know the location of each callus. I fucking love Road’s hands. They can be firm and rough, or weirdly gentle, but their touch always feels just right. If only I didn’t have to wait such a long time for their touch again.
Now they’re sliding over my hot, painfully sensitive skin as if I’m a horse in need of calming, and I have no choice but to lean into it. Road’s lips grow paler as they stretch in a wide smile, and he kisses my brow, cradling me close. “Never felt like that before. Having you look at me when I was inside you, it was so intense. Like you let me burrow under your skin.”
I stroke his cheeks with my thumbs. He already has stubble. Our connection after tonight has bound us for better or worse. “I did. Like there was nothing between you and me. Like we shared a bloodstream.”
I’m so deep in my head, the sound of Road’s voice almost comes as a surprise. “Yeah, it was...”—he exhales—“When you fucked girls, did you also get this sense that you liked how your dick felt while it happened, but the moment it was over, there was this… shame? I don’t feel that with you. You’re who I’m meant to be with.”
I hide my face against in his hair, because it’s hard to talk about. “I didn’t do it often. It never felt right. Like I had to give a performance, so it almost felt like… I was pretending to be someone else. Someone who wants it.”
I’ve never admitted this to anyone, knowing they wouldn’t understand. Maybe Road will.
He nods and tightens his arms around me, cradling me against his chest. I love this new cologne and how it mixes with his natural scent. He keeps quiet, but the ghost of unspoken words hovers around us, making the air thick. I’m about to open my mouth when he finally speaks.
“I thought it would be different… you know, getting to fuck a guy. That it would be this hot thing to do in secret, completely separate from normal life. But now this feels more normal than the rest of it. Am I making sense?”
I nod and nuzzle his ear. I know what he means, because I wantthisto be my life. “I’ve never felt this at ease with anyone,” I admit, and my heartbeat already accelerates at what I’m about to say. “You’re not just some ‘fuck puppet’, Road. I want this to be more. Italready is to me.” My stomach clenches in anticipation of what he could say to that. It’s as if I served him my heart on a platter and now await him to sample it.
His body yields, as if it’s let go of all the tension it’s been holding. Lips, the firmest but somehow also the sweetest I ever tasted, open mine, and he’s on top again, cock straining against my stomach as if he’s ready for another round.
“It’s been more for a while now.”
I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I know deep down that it’s true. That I wait to get my hands on his messages like a lovesick puppy, that Iwantto cook for him, that I want to tell him about a movie I’ve watched, or warn him about dangers I have no right to tell him about.
“I don’t know how to make this last. But I don’t want it to end either. You’re so much more than I ever expected.” I run my hand over the short hair at the back of his head with tenderness, not just lust.
Road chuckles and shifts so we’re facing one another. I can look into his eyes now. They’re like two pools of molten chocolate.
“We really shot ourselves in the balls with this, didn’t we? You’re everything I like about being around the guys, but then you’re also hot, and you don’t just wantme. You need the things I want to give.”
I sigh, stroking his back. He’s so fucking perfect for me. Big butch biker who loves nothing more than to fuck me, and then on top of it, really gets my lifestyle.
We didn’t think this through at all.
“It’s nevernotgonna be our secret, but… if we could calm down the fuckery between our clubs, things would be so much easier. It’s not unheard of for clubs to make peace or even work together after burying the hatchet. It then wouldn’t be so strange if we pretended to become buddies over time.”
