I'm Not Your Enemy (Enemies 2)

I gnashed my teeth to keep from whimpering like a needy preteen.

“Not a single sound.” He kissed my shoulder before pulling out from me, and then he rolled me onto my back. A beat later, my cock disappeared into his warm, wet mouth, and I had absolutely no outlet for my frustration. I wanted to shout, curse, jackhammer my cock into his mouth, and beg to come. Instead, I kept it all bottled up inside and fisted the sheets as discreetly as I could.

As he sucked me off, he pressed his thumb inside my ass, as a teasing reminder of something much larger he was hopefully pushing in later.

“I missed this beautiful cock,” he murmured, licking the underside all the way up till he could wrap his lips around the head. Simultaneously, he moved his thumb in my ass in caressing strokes that messed with my mind further. Like a dirty little There, there, I’ve got you. “Mmm, I forgot how much you come even before you get off. Your cock is a needy come slut just like you.”

An unsteady breath slipped between my lips, and my whole body tensed up.

It felt too good. If there was one thing a guy could feel, it was whether the one giving head was really into it. And he was. He swallowed around the head, coated me with his tongue, drank every drop, and shoved me toward the brink with long, firm movements. Then faster and faster. Cheeks hollowed out—God, I felt the soft flesh of his cheeks hugging my cock, creating a tight sleeve that I sank deeper and deeper into.

My breathing hitched right before my orgasm hit me, and I hoped it was all the warning he needed, because then I was coming. I screwed my eyes shut, stopped breathing, and clenched my teeth so hard I might have crushed my molars.

I imploded with pleasure.

My heart thundered.

And he gave me no time to recover whatsoever. I was still riding the high when he flipped me over, his cock finding me fast, and started fucking me into the mattress.

He came within minutes, and I couldn’t describe the sensation. Being used like that, being trapped by my own euphoria, unable to move and make a sound, then ending up as his personal wastebasket. I didn’t care if it made me a pervert, but if this was what I had to look forward to, I was gonna die a happy man.

At five in the morning, we found ourselves on the balcony upstairs, cocooned by blankets and a duvet, chugging his homemade apple and pineapple juice and eating lasagna leftovers and bread.

I’d spotted my bed head in the glass door earlier. It was impressive.

“Do we really need heaters?” he pondered.

“Yes.” I dragged a piece of bread through the tomato sauce and crammed it into my mouth. I was the one who’d woken him up, and as soon as I’d mentioned being starving, he’d jumped into action. He definitely had a weird thing about making sure I ate.

Safe to say, my appetite had returned.

“You can’t honestly say you’re cold,” he said with an expression full of doubt.

“I’m not a yeti like you, darlin’.” I spoke with my mouth full of delicious food. “It’s warm under the covers, but think about it. I wanna be able to see you if we’re gonna get down and dirty out here.”

Speaking of, a porch light would be nice too. There wasn’t a single source of light at the moment, not counting the pale, predawn glow over the mountains behind us.

“Thank you for a fantastic meal.” I wiped my mouth and set the plate on the table. “Do you happen to have a lot of yard sales in this town?”

“Interesting change of topic.” Sebastian leaned forward and set aside his plate too. “Yeah, I wanna say they’re fairly common. I think there’s an organized sale event in Westslope every Sunday—but it could be seasonal. People pop their trunks full of shit in the parking lot outside the strip mall.”

I’d have to look it up. That was perfect, just what I was looking for.

“My obvious question is why?” He nudged me and grinned a little.

“Well, the guesthouse will be ready next week,” I replied. “If I’m gonna invite my beast over for dinner, I’ll need cookware. Yard sales are the best places to find that. Can’t beat a cast-iron skillet or Dutch oven that’s already been used for twenty years. Nine times out of ten, they just need a new handle and some love.”

Sebastian dropped his chin onto my shoulder and pressed a smiling kiss to my neck. “Your beast, huh? I’m sensing a theme. You’ve called me Shrek, an ogre, a beast, and a yeti.”

I chuckled and nudged him back so I could get comfortable in his arms. “Consider those terms little reminders of my appreciation for your size. Both you and your horse cock.”