Sleeping with the Enemy (An Enemies to Lovers Collection)

“I hope so,” I groan, praying that my cock behaves.

Esme doesn’t wait. She’s not exactly shy as she cups me through my thin underwear and runs her hand over the length of my cock, which is very obvious, very hard, and throbbing violently. I groan, shudder, and just about fall over.

I have to tug her up because I’m about two seconds away from really embarrassing myself. Well, actually, probably both of us, which will be a piss poor introduction between my Mr. Happy and anything of Esme’s, and I don’t want it to go down like that.

She gasps and nearly protests, but I slam my lips over hers. And just as frantically, she kisses me back. She twines her fingers into my hair, and even though it’s fairly short, she tugs hard enough to cause a tingle at the nape of my neck. When she grinds into me, I see stars, making me unsure if this is any better. My cock is telling me it’s great, but I’m trying to drown him out at the moment because I don’t want him to get a say in how long this lasts.

Suddenly, Esme starts ripping at her clothes. Her shirt flies to the side, and while I’m stunned stupid by her beautiful breasts in a white lace bra, her dark nipples creating stiff peaks in the fabric, she somehow gets her jeans off. I can’t help fixating on her panties as they’re not a matching set. I laugh when I see them because I’m not sure why she was poking fun at mine when she’s wearing a bright lime green pair that has cartoon spiders with big happy faces, tap dancing shoes, and top hats.

“What?” She pokes me playfully in the shoulder. “They’re no worse than yours.”

Then, she grabs my face in her palms and pulls me back down to her mouth. We melt together, going down in a tangle right on the kitchen floor. The tile is warm from the heat of a hot summer day coming up through the floor but also slightly cold from the air conditioning too. I hit the floor first, and Esme lands on top of me. She straddles me, and I see stars again. My balls nearly explode, so I shove her up an inch, which means she’s now practically sitting on my chest, and from there, it isn’t a far stretch to maneuver her to my face.

“What are you doing?” she gasps.

“Tasting you.”

“But…no! You can’t! Not like this!”

“Should I take you to the counter? The bed? Or is it just that you’re embarrassed about riding my face?” I inhale her sweet, spicy scent, and my cock stiffens to impossible levels of stiffness.

“Well, it’s just that…uh…yeah. I mean, do people actually do this?”

“I don’t know. I don’t care about other people. We’re talking about you. And what you want.”

When I flick my tongue out and taste her over her cotton panties, she jerks against me like she’s the one being roundhoused kicked this time, whimpering loudly.

“Oh. Oh, my bacon bits.”

She grips my face with her thighs and leans forward and back, grinding herself into my mouth and nose. It’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Oh, my bacon bits is the right term.

Feeling somewhat impatient, I push her panties aside, and the first taste of her sets all my nerve endings on fire. I think the ceiling might literally be falling down on me because suddenly, all I see is black. Or it could be that my dick just cut off all the blood supply and oxygen to my brain. I flick my tongue over Esme’s clit, getting a full taste of her. She’s already soaking wet, and her arousal coats my mouth as she grinds down against me.

At dinner, I never thought Esme would ever consent to give me a chance, let alone be riding my face, but I’m seriously, seriously glad things worked out this way, though I know it sounds terrible. It sounds bad to say that I’m enjoying myself. However, it sounds less wrong to say that I feel like she’s made to be there, we fit together perfectly, and our chemistry is astounding. There might even be smoke coming off of us because we’re so hot right now.

As I continue tasting her, Esme mewls and writhes against me. I let my tongue do the work, exploring her, but she bucks her hips and pushes me to where she wants me, so it’s not much work at all. I circle her clit, suckling her when she grinds down and licking at her gently when she arches away. I taste her entrance, and holy guacamole, she’s tight. I can feel her whole body shaking around me as her thighs tremble around my face and her wetness dribbles down my lips and chin. I let her show me what she wants, what she needs. It’s impossibly hot that she’s doing this right now, and I’m certain, without a doubt, I’m the luckiest man in the entire world.