I'm Not Your Enemy (Enemies 2)

I couldn’t help myself. I shifted against him, causing him to sink deeper into me, and I buried my face in the pillow. Fuck. I needed more of that. Much more. I inched away slightly and did it again, and maybe the pleasure clouded my judgment a bit. But really, why couldn’t I get away with this? If I did it carefully, slowly…

He couldn’t blame me. His cock was made for my ass. He was thick, long, and had a slight upward curve that pushed the head of his cock against my prostate.

Oh fuck.

I swallowed dryly and moved just a little faster as I ignited within.

“You whore.”

I froze at the sound of his low, ragged morning voice, and a cold chill shot down my spine. But my cock throbbed with excitement, sending my brain in two different directions. The prospect of him giving me a punishing fuck turned me on beyond belief.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He rolled on top of me and ground deeper into my ass.

I groaned against my pillow. “Just fuck me. I need it.”

“Evidently.” He pushed my knees apart to make more room for himself. “Can you reach the nightstand? I left a little something there for you.”

Anticipation spiked in my blood, and I immediately did as told. He’d already introduced me to a prostate massager and a dildo mount for the shower. He had a thing for sex toys, and I had a thing for letting him use me however the heck he wanted. I got off on not knowing beforehand. I wanted to be left out of the loop entirely.

I dug out a white package without a label on it, and I frowned in confusion and handed it over to Sebastian. It looked to be the size of a shampoo bottle but weighed less.

“Why’s there no label?”

“There was on the original packaging, but then you’d see what it was.”

He knew me.

I smiled to myself and faced forward again.

“Up on all fours,” he said.

I complied as I heard him open a bottle.

Tonight’s toy surprise turned out to be a thin silicone sleeve, much like one of those FleshLights or FleshJacks, but without the hard cover. I tensed up and sucked in a breath when he slipped it under me and down my cock, and for a moment, I couldn’t stop shuddering. The material was so damn soft, tight, and slick. A groan slipped out when he worked his hand around the sleeve and squeezed my cock the way I loved.

“Jesus, that’s a new favorite,” I managed to get out.

“Mm, I’m just looking forward to watching you hump the mattress,” he chuckled.

Fuck. My ears suddenly felt hotter.

There was something about the sting of mild humiliation that got to me. I morphed into an animal driven purely by urges and instincts.

Sebastian let go of my cock, released a breath near my neck, and settled on top of me, forcing me down against the mattress. His strong arms caged me in. His mouth touched the skin of my shoulder. And just like that, he slowed down the moment for me. I breathed with him. I felt every inch of him stretching my ass. His solid body pressing me down.

“Christ, I love you,” I exhaled.

He hummed and brought one hand to my throat, just as a reminder that he owned the air I breathed.

“I love you too, my beautiful man.” He kissed my jaw and set an unhurried pace that seduced me instantly. He was everywhere and everything.

I moaned.

The sensations from the silicone and his cock stripped me of all filters. When he pushed forward, I sank deeper into the sleeve, and it felt fucking incredible.

“Maybe I can wear this at night too,” I suggested shamelessly. I could just imagine it. Waking up with his cock drilling into my ass, and then the sleeve sucking on my cock…

“There’s an idea.” He ghosted his fingers along my throat and tightened his hold just a bit. “I shouldn’t be surprised. Of course my boy wants to sleep with a come diaper.”

I flushed all fucking over at those words. He ruined everything—at the same time as he made it all so much hotter…? I didn’t get it. But I didn’t have to. It was the beauty of letting him surprise me.

He fucked me persistently, in long, deep strokes, and never faltered or changed the pace. He wasn’t in any rush. Hell, neither was I. Sex was no longer a quick chase to get off. I was right there with him, hooked on every second.

“Give me your mouth, baby.”

I turned my head and met him in a hungry kiss, and I swallowed his low, rough sounds of pleasure as we made out.

“Tell me who owns you,” he whispered.

“You,” I gasped. Fuck, he hit that spot—again and again. With every thrust, he made me more and more desperate. I pushed back as much as he allowed and felt my balls tighten. A familiar tingling began making its way down my spine, too, and turned every nerve ending hypersensitive. “I’m getting close.”