Page 18 of My Irresistible Enemy

Nolan

Aiden’s eyes went wide when my lips hit his.

Fair enough. I had no idea why I’d kissed him. I just knew that between his angry stare and taunting smile and that fucking superior tone, I was going to snap if I didn’t dosomething, and punching him seemed like a bad idea.

I brought one hand to his cheek, the other to his hip, and we moved in tandem until he was up against the wall. His lips parted, his tongue swiped into my mouth, and I felt his breath on my chin.

I pulled back.

Fuck. What was I doing? Aiden wasn’t staring at me with that smug smile anymore. Confusion filled his eyes instead. They were as wide and clear as the morning sun.

I licked my lower lip, then shook my head. I hadn’t asked if I could kiss him. I didn’t even know ifIwanted to kiss him, but at the very least, I shouldn’t have assumed he’d be interested.

I didnotwant to apologize to this kid, not when he was the reason I’d gotten so angry in the first place. But what I’d done was fucked up.

“Listen,” I said, taking a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have—”

Aiden leaned forward and pressed his mouth to mine again, and any thought of apology, any better judgement at all, evaporated. His lips were hot and demanding, the kiss hungry, and I melted into it. I shoved the door closed with my hip, then leaned my body against his, still pressed to the wall.

This was dangerous. I needed to stop and think things through, becausenotthinking things through was what had gotten me hurt in the past. But my body didn’t give a shit, and appeared to have a mind of its own. My hand slid under Aiden’s shirt.

“Fuck,” he whispered as I tilted his chin up and kissed his neck. My lips trailed back to his ear, sucking the lobe into my mouth for a moment before nipping at the sensitive skin just underneath. “Oh, fuck.”

Thatwas a very satisfying sound.

I didn’t know what it was about Aiden that got under my skin so badly. Maybe it was just how carefree he was, how little he worried about how he came off to other people. How casual he was when he took shots at me. It was so clear he’d never been hurt. So obvious he’d never regretted his choices.

I didn’t want to make him regret me. But Ididwant to make him shut up. And hearing that little whimper of pleasure—that was incredibly hot.

I felt gross about it, but I wanted Aiden on his knees. Figuratively, at least. Possibly literally. I wanted him to want me so badly that he begged for it.

His hand moved to my waist, palming my cock through my towel, and I shifted my hips out of his reach. He reached forward again, but I grabbed his wrists and brought them above his head, pinning them to the wall. I’d never actually used that move before, but Aiden’s nostrils flared, and he groaned in frustration, and I decided I liked it.

Holding his wrists in position with my left hand, I used my right to stroke him through his jeans, then unzipped him and shoved his pants and briefs down just far enough to let his cock spring free.

I’d already seen him once, but at the time, I’d been more than a little distracted. Now, I could properly enjoy it. He wasn’t massive, but his cock had a sweet little upward curve and felt just right in my hand. He was leaking precum, and I gathered it in my fingers, swirling it around his head.

Aiden whimpered again, wordlessly, and pushed up into my hand. I pressed forward with my hip, pinning even more of him against the wall. He stilled immediately, moaning.

I wasn’t really using any pressure, and my left hand was only barely touching his wrists at this point. I didn’t want him here unless he wanted to be—unless he was making the choice on his own. I knew all too well what it felt like to have that choice taken away from you.

But he just whispered a string of expletives as I stroked his cock, and then tilted his head up, his lips seeking mine. His tongue explored my mouth hungrily, and he nipped at my lower lip. Something about that sent electricity straight to my dick. I was so hard—I needed to finish this before it got out of hand.

Aiden’s breath was coming out in short gasps now. I stroked a finger across his slit, gathering up more precum that was spilling free, then brought my finger to his lips. He sucked it inside greedily. His mouth was hot and wet and tight, and Christ, this was actually a bad idea, because now all I could think about was how good it would feel if he sucked me off, and I really wasn’t prepared to handle that.

I pulled my finger out, dripping wet now, and brought my hand back down. But I slid it past his cock this time and down between his legs until I was stroking his taint. Aiden’s breath caught as I touched him there, but he slid his legs farther apart—as wide as he could with his jeans bunched around his knees—to give me better access.

“Fuck, Nolan,” he whined as I stroked across his hole.

I couldn’t hold his wrists anymore—I needed to feel him in both of my hands. Aiden’s knees shook as I stroked his cock again, using my other hand to circle his hole, then tease the edges, then press the tip of my finger in just the tiniest bit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come. Nolan, I’m gonna—”

His hips stuttered and his whole body shook as he came. I stroked him through it, not stopping until he’d gone completely still. Only then did I pull my hands away and take a step back. Aiden gazed up at me, eyes wide, lips parted, looking utterly gorgeous and very thoroughly fucked.

Something in my chest lurched, tugging me towards him. I wanted to pull him close and kiss him again. Cover his body with mine and ask him not to leave.

I made myself exhale slowly and walked to the sink instead, washing my hands until I was sure I’d gotten myself under control.

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