Page 99 of Enemy
“I don’t know… Like… an unstoppable force, but I want you there. I want you to… take pleasure in me. I want to know I’m why you come. I love being wanted so much.”
He answers his own question, but it’s my ego that grows with every word.
“I want you so. Fucking. Much,” I say, pumping into him with more force. I love the way he arches his back before pushing onto my fingers while his hard dick remains neglected, resting on my abs. “You’re the best I had. Ever.”
Clyde grabs my face and looks me dead in the eyes. Despite me being knuckle-deep inside him, he seems to dominate in this moment as his fingers press into my cheeks. “You’re gonna come so hard it will wipe your damn memory of anyone else.”
I nod, choked up on all the air I’ve inhaled when he dug his fingers into my cheeks. But when I press on his pleasure spot with more force, the determination on his face falters, and I latch onto his neck while I shove in a third finger, making my man stir with a soft sigh.
“Promises, promises…”
I love making him speechless. There’s a power play between us, but while he may own my heart, I know I’ll win the physical battle. Every moan from him is proof of that.
Clyde is struggling to find words, and his grip on me eases, but then, as I pull out my fingers, about to push them into his pliant body again, he presses on my shoulders. He puts his weight into it, and my head lands against the pillow as he towers over me.
Breath-fucking-taking. His drying hair is tangled, giving him a stormy appearance. Like he’s taken off his helmet after a long ride on his motorcycle. This is so much better though, because he moves up my body, about to rideme. His gaze is determined when he reaches behind himself and grabs my cock.
“Enough promises then, let’s get to the action,” he rasps, leaning over me.
It’s a bit of an awkward position, him crouching and trying to sit on my dick while holding it up, but something about it, about his raw need to take me inside is so insanely sexy I place both my hands on his knees and wait. I’m like a king waiting to be pleasured, sating myself on the picture he makes in the muted light of my bedroom.
“You might need a scarf tomorrow,” I point out, glancing at the bruise forming on his neck.
He raises his eyebrows at me. “So no one knows we’re fucking? That ship has sailed, Road.”
I’m about to answer when he pushes down, and as his tight body sucks me in, reality turns into a gooey blur with only him remaining sharp as a razor. “Ohh fuck,” I mumble, grabbing his thighs, but he sinks even lower. I can hear his soft gasps, the rapid swallowing, but he doesn’t stop until his ass flattens against my hips. It’s fucking heaven.
“This is…” I mumble, lacking for words even when I manage to peel my eyes open and take in the tense column of his throat, the sharp lines of muscle that simultaneously look soft and like marble. “So damn luxurious. Tight, and hot, and fucking perfect… you’re perfect…”
“Fuck, it’s thick,” he whispers with a frown, but isn’t backing out. I feel his heartbeat in the way his body throbs around my dick. “You’re my fucking wet dream, Road.” Clyde puts his hands on my pecs, and lifts his ass, just to press back down.
“I can feel that,” I say and squeeze his shaft, which has been steadily leaking clear fluid. His eyes roll back, and he sits all the way down on my hips, skin red and shiny with musky sweat. “Go on, ride me. Make me feel good with your tight asshole,” I mutter and grab his hips, helping him rise.
His eyelids flutter, and I could come just from the glorious sounds he makes. Clyde doesn’t waste time, and now that I know he gets off on me taking pleasure in him, I’ll milk it to the very last drop. We are a perfect fucking match.
“Like this?” he whimpers, moving faster, slapping his ass down against my hips, legs spread over me. “I want your cum. You’re so hot when you make that face right before you finish. Like you’re desperate, and only I can get you off.”
Desperate? Me?
Okay, maybe I am, for him.
I give a frantic nod. “Because that’s how it is. You spoiled me for anyone else. I can only come in one of your holes, or on your skin.”
My brain’s scrambling from the delicious pressure. His muscles are so tense as he moves up and down, swallowing me whole each time, yet he remains focused on my face, even when his hair falls into his eyes from the vigorous fucking.
“Yeah? No more jerking off?” he teases, riding me faster. “You’ll come to me whenever you’re horny? I’ll blow you then and there. Anytime.” Clyde’s eyes are so intense, I don’t know whether to stare into them, or lower, down his pecs, and to that perfect dick he’s neglecting to pleasure me instead.
My shaft looks as rigid as it feels, and seeing it disappear in my man’s body over and over does something funny to my brain. It’s this ticklish sensation inside my head that is somehow connected to my cock, almost as if there was a fast lane between them, constantly stimulated by his tight body.
“Fuck no… I’ll never touch myself again if it means I can get you to service me instead,” I whisper and give his ass a gentle pat. He utters a soft moan and goes faster, filling the room with gasps and the slapping of our flesh. But he can’t keep that speed forever, and soon he’s trembling as his muscles, unused to this kind of movement, protest.
I can’t take it anymore. This is heaven, but I need to go higher, faster, until I hear those angel choirs.
I grab his hips and lift him so that I can do the work. Clyde gasps and presses his hands to my chest, but all I can focus on is drilling into his tight, inviting hole. His moans getting louder only spurs me on.
“Oh fuck! Like that. And yesss, I love sucking you, hearing you groan…”
But it’s him making much more noise now as I chase my satisfaction. I’d focus on him coming first, but he did say he wants to feel me come, give me pleasure, and I’ll take that at face value.
