Page 92 of My Irresistible Enemy

I gave our hands a little tug, pulling him towards me. His kiss was the barest brush of velvet against my lips until I opened my mouth, begging for him to come inside. His tongue caressed mine, slow and sweet.

“Yeah?” he said again, pulling back to look me in the eye.

I flushed. The desire I saw in his gaze was plain. His eyes made me feel naked, feel wanted, in a way that a million messages online could never do.

“Fuck yes.” I pulled him closer, then rolled onto my back so he landed on top of me.

It just felt good, his weight and his heat. The stubble on his jaw, the silk of his lips. Mid-kiss, our teeth clacked against each other, and Nolan erupted with laughter, his eyes closed, his face openly delighted, hiding nothing.

I liked this Nolan. This Nolan didn’t hold anything back. This Nolan wasn’t afraid to laugh, to be imperfect, to yelp when I stuck my tongue into his ear by accident, trying to kiss his neck.

Our clothes came off in a tangle of elbows, ankles, and cotton, and it wasn’t until we were naked, his body pressed to mine head to toe, that I realized this was the first time I’d seen all of him.

“Is this okay?” I asked, stroking a hand down his side.

“I mean, you might make me elbow you in the gut if you keep doing that. I’m ticklish there, too. But yeah, it’s okay.”

I grinned. “So ticklish. I might have to do a full-body exploration. Just to know what spots to watch out for.”

“Oh, I’m sure. I’m sure there’s absolutely nothing nefarious brewing in your mind about what to do with that information.”

“Nolan, I’m wounded. How could you think such—” I cut off with a high-pitched squeak when he pinched one of my nipples.

“Okay, now I’m really wounded,” I said. “I’m going to have to get you back for that.”

“Do your worst.”

Nolan kissed me again, his hand sliding down my chest and around to my ass, kneading it. I bent one knee, and he shifted onto his side, hooking my leg around him. Then he smacked my ass cheek. I yelped, and he broke the kiss, looking into my eyes.

I flushed. “Do it again.”

“Oh, so someone likes that, huh?”

I laughed. “What can I say? Maybe all my Daddy discipline videos are getting to me.”

“One of these days, I’m going to have to see this stuff you’re putting online,” he murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.

“You’re welcome to see it now,” I said. “Or anytime you want. I won’t even make you pay money for it.”

“Wow. Such a generous offer.” He laughed. “What do you want in return?”

I thought about it for a second. “Well, I didn’t hate the nipple thing.”

That made Nolan throw his head back and laugh. It was like a drug, that laugh. I felt high.

“I can do you one better,” he said, rolling me onto my back again and kissing his way down my collarbone. His hands toyed with my nipples, teasing and tweaking until his mouth took over.

I arched my back, in heaven as he nibbled and sucked on them, alternating the tiniest pricks of pain with soft, sensuous pleasure. His hand rested on my thigh briefly before traveling inwards, finding my cock.

I groaned as he stroked it, his fingers working in time with his tongue, playing my body like some kind of forgotten instrument only he knew how to work. Like I’d been shut up in an attic for a hundred years. I should have been brittle, but Nolan coaxed sounds out of me I didn’t know I could make.

My cock was leaking precum. I moaned as he swiped a finger across my slit. He brought it up to my chest, swirling it around each nipple, coating them with precum before going back to work with his mouth.

I spread my legs wider as he stroked me again, unable to hold myself back. I knew what I wanted. I wouldn’t push it, but I wasn’t going to hide it either. And if Nolan was looking for a sign of interest, I wasn’t going to leave him with any doubt. I whimpered as his fingers strayed backwards, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Fuck, yes,” I gasped as he stroked a finger across my hole.

“Tell me what you want to do,” Nolan said, pulling back to look at me.

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