Falling for the Enemy (Falling in Love 1)

She moaned, cupping the back of his neck, trying to bring him in closer.

“Is this what you want?” he asked. “Fucking?”

“Talking is fun as well. Your texts got me through dinner. I would never have gotten through it.”

“With the lemon chicken? I’ve never had lemon chicken.”

Chuckling, she cupped his face in her hands. “Then maybe one day I’ll make you some. You can eat it all by yourself.”

“Is it ‘cause your mom is a bad cook?”

“Nope, she’s an amazing cook. The best cook. She should write her own cookbook or something she’s that good of a cook.”

She pressed her lips to his, needing his mouth on her.

“I’ll hold you to the lemon chicken. What else was boring about the dinner?”

June groaned. “Mom and Dad were trying to set me up again. It sucks when your parents think you’re alone all the time and need help getting a date.”

“Do I know the guy?” Trey asked. “I could stake my claim if you want.”

Shaking her head, June smiled. “No, no one is supposed to know about us. Besides, the guy’s name is Martin. He’s an asshole and only trying to get in good with my parents because he needs to.”

“Well, you’re mine.”

“Oh, crap, I forgot to tell you. He asked me on a date on Friday. The parents were watching, and I didn’t have much choice. I accepted.”

“What?” he asked. The smile left his face. “You’re mine. We’re not fucking other people. Only each other.”

“I know that. I tried to cancel on the way out, but he was pretty insistent. Don’t sweat it, Trey. I’m not going to end up in bed with him. I can’t stand the guy.” She sank her fingers into his hair, playing with the strands.

She couldn’t believe how natural it was being around him. The sex was amazing. Even better than she imagined and now they were talking. She was talking and fucking the enemy. The guy who used to bully her, her enemy, and it was fun.

“You’ve got a wicked look to your face.”

“I’m just thinking how this is so wrong, fucking the guy who used to bully me and now I’ve had his cock so deep inside me—”

“Don’t forget the fingers in your ass.”

“And your fingers in my ass and I’m excited about it.”

“I never thought you’d be so wicked and tempting.”

She started laughing. “It’s all you. You make me wicked and tempting.”

Trey’s fingers found her pussy. She felt his fingers slide in deep. “You took two fingers without any problems. Let’s see how you take three.” He added another finger, stretching her.

“You’re not playing fair at all.”

“All day I could have been fucking you. Instead I got the football and my hand for company.” She giggled. “Then I find out you’re going to be on a date, Friday. I had every intention of fucking you every night this week. This bastard has messed with my plans. I don’t like him, and I don’t like him being alone with you.”

“I can’t change what happened.” She reached between them, fisting his erection. “But I can change your need. Have you got a condom?” she asked, sliding her finger through the tip of his cock. He was slick from the last time. “You know what, keep the condom.”

Climbing off his lap, she sank to the floor, covering the head with her mouth.

He growled, leaning back against the sofa. “You’re not the woman I thought you were.”

“I’m better?” she asked, coming off. His salty essence coated her mouth. She licked her lips, looking up at him.

“You’re way better than I imagined.”

Taking him back into her mouth, June ran her tongue along the tip, licking up his cum. He moaned. His hands slid up and down her arms in synch.

She kept her gave on him at all times enjoying the way he moaned or shuddered under her touch.

June loved keeping him on his toes. She also loved the fact she wasn’t keeping herself in check all the time. Trey was getting the true woman she was, not the person she put on show for the rest of the world. She loved her sex hard, rough, and dirty. The way Trey fucked was the way she liked it.

“Fuck, your mouth feel so good.”

She hummed around his shaft watching him moan. He thrust up to meet her, pushing his way to the back of her throat. June took what he did, swallowing him down and trying to hold off her gag reflex.

“So fucking perfect.”

Bobbing her head, she sucked in her cheeks and heard him curse.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

That was a lot of fucks.

“I’m going to come, baby.”

She moaned, taking him deep. His cock jerked in her mouth, and seconds later the first spurt of his cum coated the back of her throat. She swallowed him down and drank every drop until he pulled on her hair.

Trey didn’t leave it at that. He arranged her spread out on the sofa, her legs splayed open wide. In the next breath he dived between her thighs, licking and sucking at her.

June cried out as his nibbled and sucked on her clit. His fingers penetrated her pussy and ass. She was so turned on from what he was doing. His tongue focused on her clit as two fingers reamed her ass and another two fucked her cunt.

She held onto the back of the sofa, trying to keep herself grounded from all the pleasure.

Within moments she was climaxing, gripping both of his hands, and he hurtled her over the finish line and into bliss.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Trey wiping his fingers on tissue but licking his chin.

“We’re even,” he said.

“I didn’t think we were keeping count.”

“We’re not, but I love to show my girl my oral skills. Especially after she swallows.” Her cheeks heated, but the answering pulse between her thighs made her moan.

“I’m always happy to give my man what he wants.” She reached up, taking his head in her hands and tasted herself on his lips. “But now you’ve got to leave. I’ve got work in the morning, and you’ll keep me awake all night. I don’t want to be awake all night.”

Chapter Eight

The following day Trey was tattooing a cobra around a man’s arm. The muscled biker had been in the chair for half an hour. Glancing toward the waiting room he saw all of the guy’s friends waiting for him. Several women were muttering to themselves, flashing their own tats and stroking each other. The scene would be every guy’s fantasy, but Trey couldn’t get past the image of June on her knees before him, sucking his cock.

“Are you all right? Are my people distracting you? I can get them all the fuck out,” the biker said.

“No, I’m good.”

“One of my bitches would be happy to suck your cock or fuck you if you need to take the edge off.”

Trey laughed. “No, I’ve got one of my own bitches, and she’d kick my ass if I let another woman’s lips around the crown jewels.”

“You’ve got a woman now? I remember a time when Trey Hunt didn’t fuck just one pussy,” the guy said.

He searched through his mind trying to get the man’s name to pop into his head. Paul, yeah, it was Paul.

“Guys change. I’ve changed. There was a time I’d have taken you up on the offer, but I’m good. I’ve got a good thing going, and I don’t want to risk it for a little light relief.”

“I can see that. Is this girl good?” Paul asked.

Sitting back, Trey tried to find the right words to describe her. “You better not take the piss, or I’ll make this cobra look like a giant dick,” Trey said.

Paul started laughing. “Whatever, just tell me. I’m fucking bored, and you won’t have one of the women working my cock. I may as well talk with you.”

“The woman I’m seeing doesn’t want it to be known we’re together.”

“Is the bitch ashamed of you?” Paul asked. “You don’t go sticking your dick in places like that. It only ends badly.”

“I used to bully her back in high school. I made

her life horrible. It’s something I regret, and no, I’m not giving her a pity fuck or anything like that. I like her, Paul. I more than like her.”

“Are you in love?”

“I don’t know.”

He looked up at the man expecting something like mockery. Paul was looking through the glass.

“You see that blonde at the back?” Paul asked.

Looking through the partition Trey noticed a blonde, with lots of ink, in a short mini skirt and tight top.

“Yeah.”

“She’s mine. None of the guys know it. They all make a play for her, but she turns them down. I’m the only guy been between those sweet thighs, and let me tell you, man, her pussy is fucking sweet.”

Trey chuckled.

“I know all about feelings. If this woman feels the same way then snatch her up.”

“And if she doesn’t?” Trey asked.

“You let her know you’re the man for her. You don’t give her a chance to see another man.”

Paul was older than he was, wiser. Going back to the ink, Trey did the curvature of the snake.

“Her parents have fixed my girl up with another man, on a date for this Friday,” Trey said. He’d never opened up to a customer like this.

The biker looked at him. “She told you?”

“No one knows about us, but we’re exclusive,” Trey said.

“That’s good she told you. It means she’s not trying to have the best of both worlds. What are you going to do about it?”

“What can I do? She’s going to be on a date, and there’s nothing I can do but wait until she gets home.”

Paul laughed. “Yeah, you could be a pussy and wait for this man to prove he’s the better option than you, or…”

“Or what?”

“Or you can fight for your woman. If you’re serious about this and you don’t want any other guy to have her, then prove it to her. Be the man she wants and needs without anyone else getting in the way.”

“Is that what you’d do?”

“It’s what I did.” Paul looked through the glass. The blonde looked at him, and Trey saw the love shining in her eyes. The love and the lust were glowing back for Paul.

Trey had witnessed the lust and the contempt along with a mixture of hatred but never love from June.