Page 46 of Enemy

There they are, blue eyes watching me like I’m the center of the universe. Clyde makes little gasps every time I move my head, and the arousal painted all over his face keeps me grounded. I’m making this gorgeous guy lose it. His moans are shameless, and we’re both in our own little world of hot rain and steam that smells of campfire and whiskey.

He likes it.

And so do I.

Something about that realization makes me grab his ass and pull him closer. Clyde smiles. Fuckingsmilesat being grabbed this way. His dick enters my throat too fast, and I choke on it, but it’s my own damn fault for being too eager.

“I’m so close,” he utters, not even blinking while his cock twitches in my mouth. It’s so fucking hot my own dick is rock-hard, but my hands are too busy with his perfect ass. I won’t push the penetration boundary he’s set, but damn do I enjoy pressing my fingertips into the soft flesh where his ass cheeks meet.

I salivate, as if his dick was the tastiest fucking thing I ever licked, and roll my tongue up and down before sucking on the hard flesh again. I rock my hips as if I’m fucking him. Clyde’s features relax and pleasure takes over. I take him deeper, trying to ignore my gag reflex, because he’s so damn beautiful like this—like a living statue of a demigod I’ve been allowed to touch through some misunderstanding.

He deserves this.

He deserves getting the best head I can give, wet and eager.

I want to make him feel like a king.

My head’s spinning until everything beyond Clyde’s touch is forgotten.

And then he comes. He did warn me, yet somehow it’s still a surprise when his cock throbs and spills cum in my mouth. So fucking hot though. I instinctively pull away, but grab his dick so he doesn’t shoot his load in my eyes.

He moans and grunts as the rest of his cum lands on my chest while he fucks my fist with a few final thrusts. Even when he came, he didn’t push my head down. He did scratch my scalp, but I’m not complaining. I want my DNA under his nails. I want him to never be able to wash me off.

Clyde is so flushed and still panting when he pulls me up by the arm. “Come here, stud,” he whispers with a smile ghosting over his lips right before they meet mine.

At the same time, he’s already grabbing my cock in his fist with that confidence I love.

Stud. Damn right, I am one, and he knows it.

I slide my hands into his wet hair and push him into the wall while he milks my dick with furious strokes. His mouth is a hot, wet fuck hole for my tongue. My heart beats so fast, my exhilaration reaches its peak. Like when I speed on the road, but with Clyde, I don’t slow down before the bend. I just fly right off the cliff.

Chapter 20

Road

Nothing’schanged.Gettingdickeddoesn’t make you a different person, doesn’t leave scars nor alter the chemistry in one’s body. But when I dry myself with a clean towel while Clyde does the same on the other side of the bathroom, I feel a switch has been flipped, and there will be no going back. In a good way, as if nothing was ever wrong with me to begin with.

I’m pumped out and lean against the wall, watching him squeeze water out of that long, beautiful hair.

“I’ll sleep like a baby.”

“I never sleep with anyone, so I’ll probably kick you all the time,” he says casually and with a smile. He’s always less guarded after I pump him out of cum.

It’s so different to see him here, in his house, naked, oiling his hair. Likewelive here. Like it’s no longer a summer fling by the lake after which we both go back to our lives. I don’t know what that means, but I’ll just enjoy the domesticity for now.

“Kinky,” I tell him and grab his wrist to pull him closer. “Tell me more. Any secret kicking techniques I should know about?”

“I’d watch your balls if I were you.”

He slips his hand out of my grasp and rubs it over my head, forehead to nape. Only when I’m hit with the scent do I realize that he’s marked me with his oil. When I go home, and someone asks me about it, what will I say?

Clyde walks out of the bathroom, not even bothering with a towel.

“Okay, in that case, I demand a pillow wall. Those jewels are the most precious thing my family gave me.”

I follow him down the corridor to his bedroom. I feel weird about his family members watching me from photos, so I focus on the wet strands of hair that reach the dimples in his ass.

When Clyde laughs, it always gives me an ego boost. It’s as if he’s saying,you’re so funny, Road. Or now, maybe even,you’re so funny, babe.