Page 93 of My Irresistible Enemy

“Whatever you want,” I panted. “I want to do whatever you do.”

His breath hitched. “Do you have condoms?”

“Fuck. No. Do you?”

His face fell. “No. I wasn’t really—I mean, I didn’t expect to need them down here.”

“I don’t care,” I said. “I honestly don’t.”

I’d decided that weeks ago, out in the tent. Getting to know Nolan better hadn’t changed my decision. It had only strengthened my conviction.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said, trailing a hand down his chest. “I’d want you to fuck me bareback even if wedidhave condoms. This just saves me from having to come up with an excuse for why we shouldn’t use them.”

Nolan’s pupils were blown wide with desire. “I got tested,” he said. “I had sex once this year, with—it doesn’t matter. Out of an abundance of caution, I got tested after. I didn’t have anything then, and I haven’t been with anyone since. But aren’t you worried I’ll—”

I shook my head, pressing a finger to his lips. “I trust you.” Then I grinned. “And it just so happens, I got tested a few weeks before coming here.”

“You got tested for STIs, but you didn’t bring condoms?” Nolan asked.

“They weren’t related to each other,” I said, and giggled at his confused look. “I did a thing, for my account. Made this video about how I’d sucked off my math teacher, and then my stepdad found out about it and made me get tested and then fucked me to punish me. It was a request!” I added, when Nolan’s eyes went wide. “The woman who asked for it—I mean, I assume she was a woman from her username, though, who knows—tipped me five hundred dollars for it. I figured I might as well get a real STI test so I could use the printed report as a prop. I whited out my name and stuff but—what? Why are you laughing?”

Nolan shook his head, laughter still bubbling up from his chest. “I just…that is an insane amount of preparation and detail for one video. I really am going to need to see this account of yours someday.”

“I promise you, whatever we do today is going to be a thousand times hotter than anything I’ve posted online.”

“Oh, you do, do you?”

“Well, if you’d stop talking and get your dick in me, that is. If we’re just gonna spend the rest of the evening discussing the theoretical possibility of fucking, then I can’t—”

His kiss swallowed the rest of my words.

I might not have had condoms, but I did have lube—lots of it. Whoever did the housekeeping at the Wisteria had very politely left it untouched in the nightstand drawer I’d placed it in the first night. I wriggled out from underneath Nolan to grab it, suddenly frantic to feel him inside me, to let him take me before he changed his mind.

I wanted to be connected to Nolan. To open myself up to him. To feel him do the same to me. And I was afraid if we slowed down at all, his sense of responsibility was going to rear its head, and he’d worry that he’d hurt me, tell me I was just feeling vulnerable, that I would regret this in the morning.

But I didn’t care about tomorrow. All I cared about was this minute, this second, him and me.

So I begged for more after he slid one finger inside me, my hole slick with lube but still a trifle tight. I begged for still more after two, and he’d barely gotten three fingers into me, fucking my hole open, before I was pushing once again.

“Please, Nolan. I need it. Just fuck me already.”

Nolan’s cock was a wonderful thing—long and hard and thick. Another time, I would have begged him to slow down. Would have wanted to lick every inch of him, savor the taste of his skin, drain every drop he could give me as I made him shake. But not tonight. Tonight, I needed every drop in another hole.

He slicked himself with lube and moved between my legs. I pulled my knees back, opening myself as much as I could. He tilted my chin up with one finger, looking me in the eyes.

“You’re sure?” he said. The tip of his cock brushed against my aching hole, and I shivered.

“Fuck yes. I’m sure. I consent. You have my permission to fuck me absolutely senseless. Now go ahead and do it already before I—fuhhhhhck.”

Nolan slid into me in one smooth motion, taking my breath away. It was exactly what I wanted—hard, fast, and demanding.

In truth, I was pushing things a bit. There was a stretch as my hole accommodated his girth. But it was more than made up for by the look in his eyes, the pleasure and relief I saw there. I put my hands on either side of his face and pulled him down for a kiss.

I thrust my hips up, pushing him deeper into me, then pulled back. I didn’t want him to slow down. Didn’t want him to hesitate. I wanted him to fuck me. To use me. To know I could give him what he needed.

He took the hint, thrusting into me as my hole began to relax. I’d always loved the sensation of being filled, stretched out, and pumped into. The heady sense of surrender as someone used me hard, knowing they could be in complete control if they wanted.

Nolan gave me all of that and more. He began to stroke my cock in time with his thrusts, but I knocked his hand away after a few seconds.

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