Falling for the Enemy (Falling in Love 1)

“In college.” The tattoo was a set of black thorns woven together. She loved it but didn’t intend to add to it.

“It’s hot, but I could make it better.”

“I told you, you’re not touching my skin.”

“I’m about to fuck your body.”

“That’s different.”

He thrust into her from behind. June held her breath trying to get accustomed to his hard cock penetrating her.

Their quick burst downstairs hadn’t prepared her enough to receive his cock.

“We’re going to make some ground rules,” he said, holding himself steady.

She closed her eyes, licking her lips as the pleasure gathered and spiraled into intensity. “After, ground rules after.”

“You’ve got a smart mouth. I don’t want to fight you after. You’ll listen now or I stop and you don’t get fucked until I say so.”

June whimpered but kept her mouth closed. She wanted sex more than she wanted to get her point across.

“There will be no other men. You want to be fucked, licked, or played with, you come to me. I don’t care what time of the day it is. I’m the one you come to.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable request.

“You get on the pill. I’ll buy the rubbers, but you’ve got to get the pill. If you feel you need to be tested then get it done. I’m promising you that I’m clean.”

He pulled out of her only to slam back inside her.

“The same rule applies to me. When I want a fuck, I’ll come to you. I’ll text you, but you’ll answer me and you’ll fuck me when I want.”

She moaned, tightening her cunt around him.

“Any more rules?” she asked.

“Yes, you got any fantasy, you tell me. We won’t keep anything from each other.”

“I can handle those terms.”

“Good.” Trey pulled out of her and then slammed back inside. His thrusts were hard, punishing, and so fucking good.

She’d not been fucked hard like this at all. His terms were easy, and part of her actually looked forward to it.

Chapter Six

“I need you to get out,” June said, shoving at him.

Trey opened his eyes to see it was morning out and June was partly dressed in a skirt and a white lacy bra. Her breasts were large, and an image of her riding him last night came to mind.

He never did make it home, and it was entirely her fault. “It’s Sunday. I don’t work. Stop fighting me,” he said, rolling over, grabbing her pillow and snuggling down deep.

“Get your lazy ass out of my bed.”

She climbed on the bed and shoved him. Trey laughed and then gasped as he fell to the floor. Her head popped over the side. Reaching up, he pulled her down on top of him. He caressed her full ass, loving the weight of her on top of him.

“You’re not working today. Spend the day with me,” he said.

“Can’t and that wasn’t part of your rules.”

June wriggled on top of him. He slapped her ass to keep her still.

“What do you mean you can’t?” he asked, getting annoyed.

“Parents are trying to set me up. I’ve got a dinner to attend, and this was set up before we fucked.”

He got angry. She had a dinner date, and the guy clearly was in with her parents.

Trey let her go, watching her wriggle to her feet. Fuck, he still wanted her. Standing up, he advanced on her.

Her black hair was tumbling all around her. “You’re not going to dinner.”

“I’m going to dinner, Trey.”

“Fine, you’re going to dinner thinking about me.” Pushing her against the wall, he lifted her skirt.

“You think fingering me is going to do it?” she asked, chuckling.

“What happened to the shy girl I used to know?”

It was the wrong thing to say. Trey was stronger than she was, so even though she tried to fight him to get away, he held her still.

“I learned how to speak up for what I want. I’m not afraid of you.”

“Good, because I’m not going to finger you.” He lifted her skirt up, feeling the lace of her pants. Pushing the pants aside, he stroked a finger through her wet heat. “I’m going to fuck you, and you’re not going to wash me away.”

Her breath came in short pants.

He pushed the skirt to her waist, lifted her up, and sank deep into her warm, wet pussy. She was still tight even after the night of fucking he’d given her.

When she was sitting at her parents’ expensive dinner table, eating with the prick they’d chosen for her, he would be happier to know she couldn’t think of anyone but him.

Slamming deep, he claimed her lips, sinking his fingers into her hair. She wouldn’t leave until he was happy.

“This is not right,” she said, moaning between each kiss.

“I don’t give a fuck. Until we say otherwise, you’re mine.”

He fucked her hard against the wall bringing her to orgasm twice before finding his own release.

They were both gasping for breath.

“I’m going to be late.”

“I don’t care.”

Trey left her body, reaching for his jeans. He tugged them on, watching her. She grabbed a brush ready to tame those black luscious curls.

“No,” he said. “Keep your hair down. I like seeing it around you like this.”

“You’re bossy.”

“Tough. I’ve got the cock you agreed to having.”

She threw the brush at his head. Trey caught it and glared at her.

“That’s all you’ve got, a cock.”

He admired her ass as she bent down grabbing a pair of heels.

“You look like you’re going to a business meeting,” he said.

“This is how I deal with Mom and Dad’s matchmaking. He’s a lawyer. I bet he’s handsome.”

“Mine, remember that.”

“I’ll remember what I like. We’re not an item, Trey. I don’t like you.”

He glared at her, watching how those heels made her ass and thighs look. Smiling, Trey would remember how those legs felt wrapped around his waist as his cock was buried in her cunt.

Going behind her, he gripped her ass and cupped her pussy through the skirt. “Remember what I do to you.” He kissed the side of her neck and left the room.

Grabbing his shirt, he headed for the door.

June was hot on his heels, but she wasn’t following him. She held her bag and coat. He watched her lock the door.

Pressing his lips to hers, Trey smiled as she moaned, submitting to him. “See you soon.”

Without waiting for her to speak, he turned and headed back to his own place. When he was out of sight, he watched her leave, hating it. He knew she was going to someone else, someone who her father would want to do business with.

Jealousy was an ugly emotion.

Slamming the door closed, Trey headed straight for the bathroom. Staring at his reflection in the mirror, he saw the difference staring back at him. There was a happiness in his eyes.

Closing his eyes, he saw her lying on her bed, her thighs wide open waiting for his lips to suck on her pussy.

“She’s not yours.”

The sound of the phone ringing pulled him out of his thoughts. Running back downstairs, he answered the call, turning on the television.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hey, man. I tried to call earlier. Where were you?” Dale asked.

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell him the truth. Dale wouldn’t go squealing to anyone, but it was the one thing June had requested.