Page 117 of My Irresistible Enemy

He brushed my hand away from his cock.

“You don’t want me to help?” I asked. He shook his head.

“No. Not this time.” He began stroking himself. “This time I want—”

But he cut himself off before finishing.

“You want what,” I asked gently.

He looked over his shoulder, his eyes lust-shot. “I want to feel used,” he whispered. “I want to feel like you just used me for my hole. Like you can’t even be bothered to jerk me off right now.”

My eyes went wide, but what surprised me most wasn’t what Aiden had said. It was the way my cock twitched, like it was trying to get hard again at that idea.

“Yeah?” I rolled my hips, pressing deeper into him. If that was what he wanted from me, I was more than happy to give it to him. “You want that?”

“Fuck, yes,” he whined.

“And you think you deserve to come now?” I asked.

“Please,” he begged, his hand moving up and down on his cock. “Please let me.”

A million absolutely filthy things ran through my mind, but I didn’t want to ruin this for Aiden by accidentally saying the wrong one. Better to let him do more of the talking until I was sure.

“Tell me why you deserve it,” I said, pulling out just slightly before pushing back in. I was careful not to withdraw too much, careful to keep myself inside him if that was what he needed.

“Because I got you off,” Aiden whined, his hand moving frantically on his cock. “Because I was a good little slut for you.”

Jesus, those words shouldnothave had the effect on me that they did.

“And why should I keep my cock inside you?” I pressed.

“Because you know I need it. Because you know I can’t come without something in my ass.”

I wondered idly if that were actually true. Had he been wearing a plug, the time that I’d let him suck me off, when he’d jerked off on the rug? Then I set the thought aside. That was a question for another day. Right now, I needed to concentrate on the fantasy Aiden was building.

“You like being used, huh?” I dug my fingers into his hips.

“God, yes,” Aiden groaned, his hand moving faster still.

“Tell me what else you like.”

“Being fucked,” he gasped. “Doing whatever you tell me to. No matter what it is. Because you know I’ll do it, you know I need to be treated like a—like a—oh, fuck, Nolan…”

I held him steady as he came, his hips shaking underneath me. His arm moved back and forth, wrist jerking as he stroked himself a final few times. I leaned down and pressed a kiss in between his shoulder blades. He whimpered.

I didn’t pull out until he collapsed onto the mattress. I lay down on my back, then pulled him over so he was lying on top of me, our legs tangling. His chest pressed against mine, rising and falling with ragged motion.

We lay in silence for a long time, until, out of nowhere, Aiden said, “Thank you.”

I ran a hand through his hair, still damp with sweat. “For what?”

“For not thinking that was weird?” he said. “At the end there, I mean, with all that stuff I said. I know it’s a little—well, you know. I wouldn’t blame you if that was a bridge too far.”

“Not weird,” I said, thinking about the way my cock had throbbed at his words.I want to feel like you used me. “Hot. And definitely not weird.”

“Even though I was kinda saying the same things as Tanner said in those messages?” Aiden asked. “You don’t think that makes me a hypocrite?”

“Not at all. There’s a world of difference between a consensual fantasy and someone trying to force themself on you.” I pulled him in tighter. “Actually, I’m a little relieved you don’t thinkI’ma hypocrite.”

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