Undeniably Enemies: Chapter 18

I’m trying to fight this. Fight him. I’ve been stewing all night, thinking of all the things I was going to yell at him. I had a plan, and it involved breaking his phone over his stupid, beautiful face. He knew all along who I was, and I was clueless. I was careless. I continued to text him.

In my head, he was some random guy I’d met in Seattle. A man I knew I’d never see again. He flirted, and I liked that. I can’t remember the last time I felt a girlish flutter at anything, and I felt it with those texts. Stupid dopamine reaction. That’s all that was, and now look.

I told him things about myself I never should have told him.

Now those things belong to Jack. The last man I’d ever want to have them.

And he planned to use them against me. Why else would he be reading the books other than to torture me? To tease and to taunt. Part of me expected him to laugh when I came storming in here, but he didn’t. He was quiet and ardent, and the things he said⁠—

Before I can answer him, his mouth cuts off my brain with another demanding kiss. I’m airborne, lifted into his arms as he spins us around and drops me on the counter of his kitchen, his mouth never breaking contact. Not once. Not even to take a breath that I so desperately need. With my hair in his hands, he tugs my head back, exposing my jaw and neck to his greedy mouth. He grunts as he presses in between my thighs that are now bracketing his, and he moves me right to the edge of the counter so he can rub me just right.

“This fucking neck.” He ends it there, but his hot, wet mouth rains kisses down the center of my throat and along my carotids, feeling my pulse with his lips. It makes him smile against my skin, probably because he can feel it thrumming faster than I think it ever has, and your pulse never lies. You can hide almost anything, but your heart is always a dead giveaway, and now he knows.

I hate how he affects me. The rise he always manages to get. The way I respond to him even when I’d give anything not to.

My hands meet the back of his head, and I hold him against me as I lean back to give him better access. He continues south, pulling and sucking on my breasts and nipples again. And god, he does that so well. His touch is like sparks of electricity over my skin. I’m flying yet anchored, only the man I’m anchored to is the one I vowed I’d never do this with again.

With that thought, I push him back. I need to think, and I can’t think with him kissing me like this. With him touching me. His chest rises and falls with each ragged breath he takes, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. Not angry. No, that’s been all me tonight. That muscle is his restraint.

Even with my breasts still fully exposed to him, his dark eyes never leave mine as he waits for me to make a decision. One he’s letting me have, and the fact that he’s relying purely on my consent is powerful and heady.

Still, it’s not an easy decision. Not by a mile.

This is Jack, and he presents a litany of complications, but more than that, I haven’t had sex with a man beyond a random bar fling since before the incident. There are things Jack doesn’t know. Pieces of my narrative. But I don’t want to tell him. He’s already taken enough from me. He doesn’t get this piece, too.

Typically, I control how this goes. It’s in a coat closet or a bathroom, and I let them fuck me against something. Never from behind. Never. And no one takes their time with me because there’s no time to be had.

It’s quick and dirty and not all that satisfying. It’s like scratching the worst itch you’ve ever had with the pads of your fingers instead of your nails. But something tells me if I let this happen, Jack will scratch every itch I have.

It makes my heart pound and my breathing as shallow as his.

“What are you thinking?”

“I don’t know.” I honestly don’t freaking know. It’s nearly impossible to think rationally when I have this many thoughts ping-ponging through my head on top of the heavy, throbbing ache between my legs. I need to go. I need to get out of here and think. But I don’t move. And I can’t make myself go.

As if reading my thoughts, a slow, curling grin slides up his face along with a predatory gleam in his already black eyes. Without another word, he shoots straight for me and rips my tank top over my head as if to squelch any further argument I have. I’m half-naked now, but he doesn’t stop there. He goes for my jeans next until I’m sitting in nothing but my flimsy thong.

He looks me in the eyes as he slides his hand down my chest, over my breasts and belly, and lower, where he shoves my thighs apart and flattens his hand over my mound and pussy. “Lie back on the counter, Wren.”

The low, gravelly way he says my name almost has me coming on the spot.

“And if I say no?”

“Then you can leave. The choice is always yours.” He comes in closer. “You don’t see it, do you? The power you have?” He takes my hand and rubs it over his hard cock. “You’re the one doing this to me. I won’t ask you again. If you stay, you’re mine tonight. Lie back.”

It’s a demand, his tone brooking no room for argument, and a shiver runs up my spine. Isn’t this what he said he likes? Control. Punishment play.

“Fuck off.”

He pushes me by my chest until my back meets the cold stone. I arch in rebellion, and my nipples turn into rocks. I don’t have time to adjust as he flicks my right nipple and then my left with his fingers, making me yelp.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, Miss Fritz. I believe I’ve warned you about saying that to me.” Pulling roughly on my hips, he shreds my panties, and before I can catch my next breath, he spreads my thighs wider and puts his mouth on my pussy.

“Holy fuck!” I cry, my hands flying down to his hair on instinct, needing to pull him closer. No one has done this to me in years, and I forgot how good it feels. His stubbled jaw grazes my clit as his tongue thrusts deep inside me.

“Much better.” A low, feral growl emanates from the back of his throat. “Fuck, you taste good.”

“Oh, god yes,” flees my lips, and I pinch my eyes shut. I hate him. How can I want him to touch me like this when I hate him as much as I do? When I’m so fucking angry I want to burn down his world. But I can’t stop the way my body is betraying me and begging for more.

Two fingers thrust into me, and I arch back against the beautiful intrusion.

“Still so fucking tight, Wren.”

He’s not being gentle as he licks and sucks at my clit while his fingers pump in and out of me. Damn him if he’s not insanely good at this too. He’s taking what he wants from me, something that typically sets off a panic reaction in me, but with him it doesn’t. It goes back to his stopping when I pushed him away and his waiting for my consent. Did I give him that? Who am I kidding? We both know I did.

Still…

“Stop fighting me, sweetheart.” He pulls his fingers from me and licks each one clean before he uses the tip of one to rub my clit. His mouth captures my nipple again, but it doesn’t stay there beyond one hard suck and flick of his tongue. His mouth has a destination in mind, and he continues until he’s kissing me again. Forcing his tongue inside my mouth the way his fingers are now thrusting back inside my pussy.

I taste myself on him and moan as he uses his other hand to rub across my nipples. He growls, his fingers picking up their pace, and my orgasm starts to curl warm and tight within me.

“Look at me,” he says, and I shake my head. I can’t. He bites my lip. Hard. “I said look at me, Wren.”

My eyes snap open, and for a moment, he doesn’t say anything. He just stares, his face directly above mine, his blue eyes all I can see as he continues to fuck me with his fingers and pull on my nipples.

“Tell me you want this.”

I can’t. How can I tell him that? The way that makes me vulnerable to him is more than I can bear.

His hand cups my jaw, and his thumb drags roughly along my bottom lip, all the while his other hand continues to fuck me. In and out. Deep plunging thrusts that make me dizzy and scatter my thoughts.

“Say it, Wren. Say it, and I’ll make it so fucking good.”

I grip his wrist and shake my head.

He holds my face. “There will be no miscommunication. Tell me you want me as much as I want you. Here, now, at this moment, I want to lick your pretty cunt until you come all over my lips, and then I want to slide inside of you and annihilate anything we did before it. Just say yes, baby. One word.”

I bite my lip. He just called me baby. Sweetheart I’ve been able to handle, but baby like that, with actual tenderness, might have just been my undoing.

Please don’t let me regret this. “Yes.”

His eyes catch fire, gleaming victoriously. Bastard got what he wanted from me—to make me lose control and hand it over to him. With the flip of a switch, he’s kissing me on an entirely different level. It’s deep, diving plunges alternating with teasing whispers as we come together and break apart with tilting heads and greedy hands everywhere.

I break the kiss, gasping for air. “I still hate you, and I’m still mad.”

He grins against me and captures my bottom lip with his teeth. “You won’t be mad at me in a second.”

Releasing me with a wet pop, he sets my feet up on the edge of the counter and pushes my knees as wide as they can go, opening me completely to him. My eyes shutter shut because I can’t take it. It’s too intimate with him like this. With the way he’s staring at me. My head clouds, and I get lost in the haze of him. Lost in his scent, his taste, his sounds, the feel of his body as he touches me.

I groan deeply as he fucks me hard with his fingers while using his tongue to rub and work vigorous circles on my clit. My pussy spasms and clenches around him, my breathing ragged, and I wrap my legs around his head and shoulders. The feeling of his mouth and fingers moving over me and inside me has my back arching and my head falling back again.

“Yes. More. Please, more.”

“The first one will be like this. The second on my cock.”

“Now. Put it in me now.” I don’t even care how desperate I sound. I am desperate. Tomorrow I’m sure I’ll care a lot, but right now, all I can think about is how fucking badly I need this.

Even with his fingers, it’s not enough. I need to feel him filling me up. Part of me knows this is the worst idea in the history of the world, but the part of me that’s wound so tight, that’s so fucking desperate to come and to get fucked, won’t be held back.

“I’ve wanted this for too long not to watch you finish now. You’re so close. Show me how beautiful you are when you come for me.”

I shake my head as his words hit me, but it’s futile. A soft sensation courses through me and warms my blood. Warmer than I was seconds ago. It’s like bubbles from champagne that float through me, but they don’t linger long. There’s no option for that as he sucks my clit between his lips and eats me like tomorrow isn’t coming. And speaking of coming…

“Oh god!”

It’s an explosion. A detonation. It’s waves and tsunamis and earthquakes and tornadoes. I haven’t come at the hands of someone else in so long, and my body knows it. It’s taking it and running with it. So does his mouth as he licks me out and finger bangs me until I no longer have breath or thoughts. I’m just there.

I become one with the stone. A puddle of limbs, my eyes so heavy they won’t open. A cocky chuckle comes from above me, and even though I hate him enough to try to wipe it off his face—and I will—I enjoy this afterglow a moment longer.

His body moves away from me, and absently, I hear fabric swishing against skin. His hand drags along my body, and slowly, so damn slowly, I finally peel my eyes open and tilt my head up. That cocky smirk that matched his laugh is still on his lips as he slips out of his pants and boxer briefs. His shirt is already gone, and though I’ve seen Jack without a shirt on, I’ve never allowed myself more than a second or two to look.

Tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a smattering of chest hair across his pecs that lightly trickles down his taut abs, Jack’s body is a work of art. I didn’t see his cock that night—I only felt it—but I can’t resist now. Sitting up, I take him in my hand, catching him by surprise.

He groans a loud “fuuuck,” and his nostrils flare, which only eggs me on to start playing with him. To really feel him. And possibly torture him a bit because I know I can.

His dick is long and thick, smooth and hard—velvet over steel—and once again, I’m afraid of what having him inside of me will be like. What it will do to me. Precum glistens on the tip, and I lick my lips, shocked by how much I want this. How much I want him.

“My condoms are in my room.”

I shake my head. “I’m not getting in your bed.” No fucking way.

He nibbles on my lip as he toys with my nipples, and I continue to squeeze and slowly jerk his cock in my hand.

“If I leave you out here, you’ll flee.”

He’s probably right. And with that, I beg my mind to reclaim its rational thought. I flood it with a million things. All the ways he’s undeniably my enemy and has hurt me in the past. It’s no use. I’m a cloud of lust and stupid.

“Are you on the pill?”

With a thick swallow, I nod. “And I’ve been tested.” But now I’m shaking because this will be yet another thing I give him. Another first. And just like the other one he took, it’s not a small thing.

He pants out a heavy breath like that answer was nearly his undoing. “Same. Fuck.” As if reading my thoughts he asks, “Have you ever…”

My face pinches up, almost in agony, and I shake my head.

A sigh that sounds like relief brushes across my face. “Look at me.”

I shake my head.

“Open your eyes, beautiful Wren, and look at me.”

I can’t make myself do it, and he bites my lip in frustration as he slides me to the edge of the counter and covers my hand that’s still working his dick with his. Both of us stare down, and my heart starts to thunder. He rubs the tip at my entrance, and my hand falls away from his dick. I lean back, supporting myself with my hands on the counter.

I’m trembling, unable to stop.

“Look at me, baby. I want your eyes.” He makes quick, flickering glances at my face, his twisted in pleasure and awe as he starts to enter me. “Wren.” It’s a whispered caress over my lips as he works more of himself inside me, inch by inch. “Baby. So tight. So. Fucking. Tight.” He gives a shallow pump, both of us watching as he pushes in just a little more. His forehead drops to mine, and he cups my jaw, finally forcing my gaze. “Does it feel good? Am I hurting you?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“No, it doesn’t feel good, or no I’m not hurting you?”

“No to both.”

He chuckles and sucks on my lip. “Still a bitch, even after you come.”

I don’t smile, but it’s difficult. “Still a dick, but maybe you should talk less and use it more.”

“Is that what you want?”

On my next inhale, he impales me with a hard, fast thrust that knocks the wind from my lungs as he bottoms out in me. His face falls to my shoulder, and he bites into my flesh. It triggers my nails to meet his back and dig in. He wheezes out a heavy breath, his body shaking against mine. It’s so much, and he’s feeling it too.

Gripping my hips, he moves me over his hard length, sliding me back and forth as he counters the action. His eyes close, and his moans become muffled as he keeps his face against my tacky skin before he drags lower to my tits. One breast is captured in his mouth, and he sucks hard to the point where I know I’m going to be bruised.

“Hell,” I cry out, wrapping my legs around him and digging my heels into his ass. An ass that’s all freaking muscle and flexes as he starts to fuck me like he means it. Like a man on a mission. “You feel awful.”

Pulling away from my chest, his hand runs up my neck and slides into my hair, where he coerces my head back and my eyes up to his. I glare, forcing in my hatred, even as he fucks me. And fucks me. And fucking fucks me so hard and so goddamn good I can hardly keep my eyes open or my body upright. The angle is shallow, and I slide back, putting my weight on my forearms so he can pound me deeper.

“Then maybe you should fuck me back instead of acting like a dead fish,” he demands but doesn’t give me the choice as he picks me up off the counter, smacks my ass until I yelp, and takes us to the floor. I’m on top of him, sinking down on his cock and feeling him everywhere. He’s so big, and like this, I really feel it. I start to bounce, testing how deep I can take him.

“You’re boring. It’s like fucking my finger.”

He laughs mockingly. “If you were getting it half as good as I’m giving it to you now, you wouldn’t need your fingers or your ten thousand toys.”

That’s accurate, but I’ll never let him know it. “My toys fuck me better than you do.”

He slaps my breast and my ass before he squeezes each cheek and splits me open so he can fuck up deeper. “You’re such a brat. I should punish you for your mouth.”

“Fuck off,” I snap, knowing it’ll get a reaction from him. I push his shoulders down to the floor. Let him feel the bite of the wood. It doesn’t stop me from rising up and plunging down on him. “That good enough for you?”

“Hardly. My hand does a better job fucking me than you do,” he throws back at me.

“Oh, baby,” I mock. “I think we both know that’s not true.”

He lifts me off him and roughly knocks me down to the floor. Pushing my legs apart, he thrusts straight back inside me, almost to the point of pain. To the point where I’m ripping at his hair and crying out, begging him to keep going, to keep fucking me, to make me feel it.

His hands capture my forearms, and before I can stop him or react, they’re above my head and locked in place. My eyes snap open, startled. His blue eyes are right over me, watching me, and I start to thrash.

He doesn’t get it. He thinks I’m simply fighting him as I have been. Sweat coats his brow, and I try to focus on him. On those beads of sweat, his blue eyes blackened with lust, and the flush of his cheeks. I don’t want him to see how this is making me feel. His chest meets mine, and he thrusts up into me over and over, pounding my pussy and hitting that spot on my front wall.

So. Close.

My hips circle as his become savage, and we create a fast, steady, earth-shattering pace.

“Let go of me.”

“You don’t get to make that call.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

He grips my ass, and I try not to grind harder into him, but it’s no use. “An asshole who’s about to make you come.”

He lets go of my wrists and lets loose. The mess and sweat and sweet pleasure of our bodies are more than I’ve ever experienced. He rolls and drives up while simultaneously slamming my lips to his. I come with a thunderous storm, crying out and writhing, moaning so loud there’s no holding it back.

With a roar, his head flings back, and I watch as his face pinches up and he releases into me. I can feel it. The heat and the warmth. The trickle of his cum as it already starts to leak around his cock.

He sags, and his grip immediately slackens, both of us sweaty and breathless. I pull my arms into my chest as I catch my breath. What the hell did I just allow to happen? Stupid, greedy lust. Now look what I’ve done. In a moment of panic, I push him off me, gather my clothes, and run for the door.

“Wren!” he cries, but I slam the door and race into my apartment, shutting and locking the door behind me. That can never happen again.