Page 73 of My Irresistible Enemy

Well, that was no fun. MaybeIwas the one who needed new friends.

AIDEN: Okay, but you don’t think the hands and knees angle makes my neck look weird? Or that it should be closer up?

Henry took a while to respond that time and when he finally did, he’d written me an essay.

HENRY: I mean, yeah, the one where you’re on your back is more intimate, but I feel like the room you’re in is really soft and gauzy with those lace curtains and the late afternoon sun and the lemony stripes on your comforter and the fluffy white sheets and all that. And I think you almost want to showcase that a bit, because it emphasizes the dirtiness of the fantasy compared to the innocence of the surroundings

HENRY: And that is the LAST thing I’m going to say on the subject, so please stop making me talk about your ass

What a prude.

AIDEN: Technically, we’re not really talking about my ass anymore. We’re talking about art. This is practically a term paper for you. You should show your professors these texts, I bet you’d get an A

HENRY: I’m throwing my phone into the ocean now, goodbye forever

I laughed and switched my phone back into camera mode. I wasn’t sure I was completely sold on the angle Henry had picked, but I supposed I should trust his intuition. After all, what was the point of bothering him if I wasn’t going to follow his advice?

Well, aside from the fact that it was just fun to bother him.

Whatever. I’d record this video, instead of streaming it live. That way, if I still hated it, I could delete it before anyone saw it. I put my phone back on the dresser, pressed record, then got in position on the bed, looking over my shoulder and smiling coyly.

“I need you so bad,” I whispered, adding just a touch of whine to my voice. I bit my lip and clenched my ass tight, then released, making my hole wink for the camera. “So bad.”

I looked down at the duvet for a second, searching for the bottle of lube. I grabbed it and lowered myself onto my elbows so I could flip the lid open and squeeze some onto my fingers. Then I brought my hand back to my hole, looking at the camera again.

“I’m so tight, Daddy.” I made my voice breathy. “I need you to loosen me up.”

I pushed a finger against my hole, gasped for effect, and slid it in. It slipped inside easily, lube smoothing the way, and I didn’t have to fake the low moan that escaped my lips next. It felt so fucking good, fingering myself. It always had.

Nothing compared to a cock in my ass, but I’d been doing this for long enough that I knew just what spots to press, what speed to use. I slid my finger out, parted my lips, then added a second one as I thrust back in.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I need your cock so bad, Daddy.”

At that exact moment, the door opened, and Nolan walked in.

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Nolan

“Hey, you left this downstairs. I wanted to bring it up in case you—”

The words died on my lips as I took in the scene before me: Aiden, on his hands and knees on the queen bed in the center of his room, the soft yellow and white striped duvet poofing where his body made contact with the mattress.

Aiden, naked, his ass in the air, two fingers thrust into his hole to the first knuckle.

Then my ears caught up with my brain.

Fuck, I need your cock so bad, Daddy.

Sweet Jesus.

My jaw dropped, and Aiden’s eyes went wide. Neither of us moved for a long moment, until he gulped and slid his fingers out of his hole. It winked open, pink and inviting, for just a second. Fuck, what I wouldn’t have given to run my tongue across it, to make him writhe.

I pushed the thought away.

“God, do you ever knock?” Aiden turned and sat down on the bed, facing me. “This is the second time you’ve walked in on me like this.”

He made no move to get dressed. He just sat there, watching me. I swallowed.

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