I'm Not Your Enemy (Enemies 2)

A weird, pleading sound slipped from between my lips, and his words reverberated through me, packing a punch I hadn’t felt before. The good kind of punch.

“You’re so fuckin’ dirty,” I mumbled.

He smiled into a deep, hungry kiss that melted away my shame.

I…I’d do anything for him.

I kissed him back and locked my arms around his neck, and then I…pushed my cock against his thigh. And the slightest pressure ignited me.

“Keep going.” He undid my belt. Then I felt one of his hands glide down my ass. “This is what you get. Fuck—your ass. I’ve missed it. I miss tongue-fucking you until you lose your voice.”

Heat rushed to the surface, and I threw myself into the kiss, into the moment, because fuck it. Sebastian had shown me what sex was all about. Everything he’d done to me had taken me to new heights.

“I miss your bed,” I admitted. “Your shower. The, uh…” God, that felt way too good to be acceptable at my age. “The balcony upstairs.”

He hummed and seduced me with his tongue, teasing it around mine.

He squeezed my ass every time I rubbed against his thigh, and I’d stopped caring. It felt fucking amazing. Filthy. A little humiliating. And so fucking needy.

“There we go. There’s the greedy man who’ll take anything I give to get off.” He finally gave me more. He slipped a hand down my boxer briefs and pressed two fingers against my asshole. “You want this?”

I nodded quickly and rolled my hips over his thigh. “Please.”

Sweet mother of—I really was a cock whore for him. Not to mention an ass whore. Whenever he stuck something inside me, I was in heaven. I rode his fingers and thrust against his thigh over and over, until I couldn’t regulate my breathing anymore and had to break away from his lips. I buried my face against his neck instead and sucked on his flesh.

“Have you let anyone else play with your tight little ass since we fucked around, Blake?”

“God—” I moaned and clenched around him, needing that sting. “No. Fuck no.” Perhaps those were the magic words to something, because we reached a new level of carnal desire, and we met in another kiss that sealed the deal for me. I was ready for the final nail in the coffin and everything that entailed, as long as I could get a hit whenever I wanted for the rest of my life.

“I’m not a mistake.” I screwed my eyes shut and sucked in a breath as the orgasm unfurled within me.

With a third finger forced into my ass, he pushed me over the edge and set my climax on fire. Or maybe it was the layer of mortification that made me feel like I was burning.

The pleasure overtook me, overwhelmed me, and was prolonged by his dirty whispers. He wanted to film me fucking myself on a vibrator mounted in the shower. He wanted to watch me stroke myself off in front of him. He wanted to tie me to his bed and spend a day eating my ass.

I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t fucking move. Every muscle in my body protested. My cock strained painfully as I coated the inside of my underwear with come, and it fucked with my head. How could I wanna roll around in that humiliating heat? Because I did. I wanted to see how far he could push me.

The waves ebbed eventually, and I managed to haul in a ragged breath.

“What a fucking mess you made of yourself.” Sebastian dropped a kiss to my jaw and righted my jeans.

Taking a step back, I surveyed the damage and adjusted my cock. It made me grimace. “This is where you invite me to your place so we can continue screwin’ each other’s brains out, preferably after a shower.”

Or during.

He let out a chuckle and shook his head. “This is the problem, Blake. When I’m near you, I can’t think straight. You cloud my judgment.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, and when he dropped them again, he almost appeared older. More tired. “You’re not a mistake—but what we keep doing… Christ. It’s not good for us.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me, Sebastian?” I blurted out. “Is this how it’s gonna be every time? We fuck and remember how wild we are together, and then you freak out and run away? I thought that was my job.” I jabbed a finger to his chest. “It pissed you off to no end when I took the coward’s way out, but you’re no better yourself.”

That crossed a line. He raised a brow in warning. “Easy, Blake. I didn’t say I was running away. I was a fool for thinking I could avoid talking to you about what happened, but you didn’t let me finish.” He put some distance between us by taking a couple steps away. “Go home and walk your boys.” He retrieved his keys and took out the one for his Harley or ATV. Probably his bike because he’d driven it here. “Then head to my place. Wait for me. We’ll talk—but no spending the night,” he added pointedly. “We’re just gonna talk shit out.”