A New Enemy (Enemies 1)

That made me laugh.

Goose bumps appeared across his torso, turning his nipples hard, and he folded his arms over his chest and asked when we could get out of this freezing hell.

“My big Georgia baby.” I closed the distance between us and lifted his arms to go around my neck instead. “I’ll keep you warm.” I dipped down and kissed him.

“Mmm, it’s warmer in your bed,” he muttered into the kiss. “But feel free to keep calling me baby.”

Baby.

It was stupid of me to enjoy the intimacy of that.

I teased the tip of his tongue with mine. “Or we can stand here for a while and watch the sunrise over the mountains.”

“Yeah, but your bed…” He sighed, failing to hide his amusement. Then he tilted his head toward the beach, where the sky was turning brighter with every minute that passed. “I suppose Washington ain’t all bad. I haven’t seen a single fire ant so far.”

I smiled against the wet scruff on his jaw and dipped my hands down into his boxer briefs to cup his delectable ass. “The shower you’re about to take with me is in Washington too,” I murmured. Then I slipped my middle finger between his ass cheeks and brushed it over his asshole. “I hope it gets a higher score than ain’t all bad.”

He shuddered and clenched. “It’s fuckin’ crazy how easily you get me goin’.” He tilted his face back to me and kissed me quickly. “Before our first night together, you asked what I was used to. And the answer is, whatever I had available in the out-of-town bar I found myself in at the moment. Mostly random men who needed to get their rocks off—like me.”

I wasn’t too surprised. “But you’ve explored your inner bottom whore before me.” Just as I said that, I forced two fingers inside him.

He sucked in a breath and stared at my mouth. “Some, yeah. But not—nothing like this. I love how you use me.” His voice turned breathier the more I fingered him. “How you go from treatin’ me like an object you own to someone you make sure is taken care of properly.”

“That’s my sweet spot,” I said against his lips. “Someone who’s both my baby and my whore.”

“Jesus.” He tightened his hold on my neck and buried his face there too. “Fuck, keep going.”

No. What I had to do was get us out of here before we were rock hard.

It took us five minutes, and we dragged a bit too much sand with us, but it was worth it, because then I had Blake all to myself in the shower upstairs. His moans filled the humid air, his fingers were trying to dig into the tiles, and the water ran hot.

“You’re drivin’ me up the goddamn wall, Sebastian.” He growled in frustration. “Let me come.”

“No.” I stayed where I was, on one knee, and devoured his ass. I kneaded his cheeks roughly, spreading them, exposing him to me. I teased every sensitive spot with my tongue and with my fingers. “You can touch yourself, but you’re not coming yet.” I was learning how to play him, and I fucking loved it. Whenever I swiped the tip of my tongue softly and wetly over his opening, he moaned and pushed back at me. When I slid two fingers inside him, he sighed with relief and asked for more.

His ragged, breathless, frustrated pleas swirled around us in the shower.

“Give me your big, fat cock.”

“Please fuck me, Wilder.”

“Use me, darlin’.”

“I need you.”

The heat and his unfiltered desperation got to me. Before I knew it, I was standing up, right behind him, and pressing the length of my painfully hard cock between his cheeks.

“God, I wanna take you right now,” I heard myself rasp. “Just like this.” The suds from the shower oil we’d used to wash each other were long gone, but his skin was still extra soft and slick from the oil. It would be too easy… I gripped my cock and rubbed the head of me against his glistening wet opening. My mouth became dry.

“Do it,” he groaned. “Give it to me.”

“We’ll dry off and use the bed. I have rubbers there—”

“Sebastian…” He released a harsh breath and hung his head. “Please. I’m always safe. I get tested regularly.”

Jesus fucking Christ, he couldn’t say that to me when I wasn’t thinking with the head on my shoulders.

I kept my stare glued to where my cock was pressing against him. The hot water sluiced down on us, into every dip, through every crease. I swallowed against the dryness and pushed—just a little bit. I couldn’t control it. I had to see his perfect ass squeeze my cock.

I drew a ragged breath as the head disappeared into him, and his needy moan drove me to the brink of insanity.