Page 94 of My Irresistible Enemy

“Don’t,” I said. “You’ll make me come.”

“Isn’t that kind of the point?”

“Yeah, but—fuck, not too soon. Not until you’re closer.”

He kissed me in response but moved his hand away. He grabbed my wrist instead, brought it up to the pillows behind my head, then brought my other arm there as well. My stomach turned a somersault. How did he know to do that? Know what I wanted before I could even tell him?

“Keep those there,” he murmured, tweaking one of my nipples again.

“Which, my hands or my nipples?” I asked him archly.

“Oh, I see. You think it’s cute when you give me lip?”

“You seem to like it.”

“Careful, or I’ll show you just how much I do.”

God, I wanted that.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this,” Nolan said, his cock working in and out of me in long strokes.

“Pretty fucking sure I do,” I panted. “Because I’ve wanted this since the moment you walked into the tent the first day.”

“I beat you, then.” Nolan grinned. “I’ve wanted it since I saw you on the ferry.”

“You looked paralyzed when you saw me on the ferry.”

“I was.” He brushed a kiss across my mouth. “But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t thinking about fucking you, too.”

I nipped at his lower lip. “Liar.”

“It’s the truth,” Nolan growled. “Right there in the bathroom. I thought about turning you around and pressing you up against the wall. Fucking you deeper every time the ferry crested a wave, until you were down on all fours because you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore. Until you were moaning so loud, people could hear you as they passed by outside, begging for more.

“Fuck,” I moaned. “I want that so badly.”

“Yeah?” Nolan’s lips grazed my ear. “You want me to fuck you in public? Where anybody could see you taking it, hands and knees? Is it the danger that gets you off? Or the attention?

“Either,” I gasped. “Both.”

“You want me to fuck you while people watch? Jerking off behind their screens, wishing they could be me?”

“I want you to fuck me while they watch in person,” I said, caught up in the fantasy. “I want them to know they can only have me if you say so. Want them to see how I’ll do anything you say. That I’ll let them throat-fuck me, come on me, come in me—whatever you decide.”

“Fuck,” Nolan breathed, pumping into me harder now. “So fucking hot.”

“Do whatever you want to me,” I begged. “I want you to.”

“I want to touch your cock,” he said, licking my neck. “I want to watch you come while I fuck you. Can I?”

“Yes.” The word was breathy, needy, and I whined as he started to stroke me. He was practically an expert at my cock by now, and it didn’t take long to drive me over the edge, the twin pleasures of a hand on my cock and a cock in my ass overloading my senses.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my body trembling. “I’m coming. Fuck, Nolan—I’m coming—I’m coming.”

He stroked me through it, my cock releasing long streams of cum onto my stomach, my chest, even my neck. My head tipped back, and my eyes closed, and I let him guide me over crest after crest of sensation. I swear I saw stars.

Nolan was staring at me hungrily when I opened my eyes again. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he said. “Do you know that? Perfect.”

He leaned down and kissed me. I ran my fingers through his hair, then clutched at his shoulders. I never wanted to let go. When he began to pull out, I stopped him.

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