Undeniably Enemies: Chapter 21

Much like last night, the man doesn’t give me a second to come down. My eyes are closed, and my mind is quiet, and then I feel his hand on my leg, moving it, his hard length at my opening, shoving inside me. Christ. Ten fucking inches at least and goddamn thick. Does he not remember I have a plug in my ass?

I cry out a ragged breath, but that breath turns into a moan like I’ve never made before when I feel something vibrate against my clit. It doesn’t stay there longer than a beat, but my eyes shoot open, and I stare down to find one of my little pink wands in his hand. He holds still, his blue eyes hooded and hungry as he studies the lines of my face, but there’s something else there too.

It’s as if he’s afraid I’ll run again, only this time, he’s in my place, so that’s not an option. He doesn’t get it. Or maybe he does, but he doesn’t care. I had to run. I would have been good with him never showing up and us never talking about it again. And yet here we are.

He’s insidious. Venom. The first hit that instantly has you addicted.

Thank God it’s the last time. My heart couldn’t take it if he wanted a fling or an enemies-with-benefits situation. My head is already a mess, and I’m not sure I would have had the strength to say no. All the lines I create, I cross. All the rules I make, I break. Nothing terrifies me like Jack does. How will I come back from this? Will I? Is that even a possibility when I now know what I’ll be missing and he’s just a breath away at all times?

His hand caresses my face, and I smack it away, making him chuckle.

He squints. “Still like that, huh?”

It’s the only way I’ll survive him. “How about less talking and more fucking?”

His forearm meets the mattress beside my head, putting his face directly above mine. “Let’s see how well you can handle getting fucked when you have that plug in your ass and my cock in your cunt.”

It’s a legit concern if we’re going by that first thrust and the tight fit of him just being inside of me.

“Let’s see if you can fuck me better than you did last night.” I eye the wand. “Clearly you need the backup.”

A smug smirk curls his lips, and my heart thunders at the threat I feel coming. He doesn’t say anything, but I’m getting the impression his actions are about to speak a hell of a lot louder than any of his words ever could.

He spreads my legs wide and presses them against his chest for support, angling himself so I’m bent at a wicked angle, and he can not only sink deeper inside me but my pussy and ass are stretched wide. For a moment I question that, not loving being so open and vulnerable to him, until he slides almost all the way out and slams back in.

All the air leaves my lungs. Not only does he pound me straight to the hilt, but he fucks the plug deeper into my ass. And holy fuck. Just holy fuck. He doesn’t know this, but my ass is as much of a virgin as my pussy was that night at the LA party. The butt toys have been experimental, and maybe now would have been a good time to tell him this is the first use they’ve ever gotten.

That said, it’s an experience I wasn’t expecting. And I mean that in the best possible way. It’s a lot. A lot of pressure, and I feel so insanely full, but it’s causing a deep ache to build inside of me. One that plays with the burn and stretch I’m getting from the plug and from him.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

Jack is in my apartment. He’s in my bed. I’m fully naked, and I let him spank me, which categorically should be a total no-no, and I allowed him to put a toy in my ass, and where’s my fight? I mean, other than a few sharp words, it’s like that side of me has left the building and is refusing to return. I’m not on alert. I’m not afraid. I’m not cautious or mindful.

I’m trusting him. I do trust him.

I trusted him last night too, but this is next level for me.

“See, beautiful Wren,” he whispers by my ear as he pulls back out and pumps back in, starting to move—really move—in and out of me. “See how well you take me. Look at you. So gorgeous.” He drags his hand across my sweaty face, pushing back the wet strands of my hair. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. So perfect. You feel so good. Better than anything.”

My eyes close, and it’s there again. That extra layer of warmth that winds through me and covers me like a blanket. A soothing balm. He did this before, and I don’t even remember what he said or how he did it, but it quiets my mind in a way I don’t understand and can’t manage to fight.

“That’s it,” he purrs against me, increasing his pace. I work my hips up, matching him thrust for thrust, but it’s getting harder as my orgasm starts to build inside of me again. My hands cling to his muscular shoulders, and I hold on. His hands are planted on the bed on either side of me, and he uses them along with his powerful thighs to drive into me deeper and smoother than I’ve ever gotten it.

It’s not hard, and it’s not rough. He’s not out of control, and this isn’t mindless fucking the way last night was. This is him building us up. Working us into a sweaty, breathless, delicious place I didn’t know existed. His cock repeatedly hits my front wall, and the way he’s thrusting and rolling his hips has his pubic bone grazing my clit. Then there’s the plug in my ass that fucks me there, and when he reaches down and starts twisting it, my hands shoot over my head and press into my headboard because holy motherfucking hell, what is that?

And please, please never stop. Oh my god, that’s so good, please never stop.

“My sweet, beautiful Wren, I have no plans to stop. Not yet. I’m going to fuck you all day and all night. All week you’ll hardly be able to move or sit without feeling my cock inside of you, and when you’re sore and aching and touching yourself, I want you to remember who did this to you.”

I shake my head. “I won’t think of you again after today.”

He chuckles, the sound ragged. He doesn’t even have to call me a liar. He knows I am just as I do. Grasping my legs, he moves both to his shoulders and bends until we’re practically chest to chest. His mouth attacks mine, kissing me ravenously, our tongues battling and twirling as we fight each other and try to catch our breaths that feels impossible to catch.

Just as my orgasm starts to climb its way up through me, he pulls away and then out of me. My eyes snap open, and my body curls up as what can only be described as a murderous rage takes over.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He gives me a wolfish smirk and slides down my body, kissing me softly as he goes. Is he kidding me right now? What in the absolute fuck?

“Jack.”

His full lips pucker, and he blows cool air on my overheated, very wet pussy. I shudder, needing him back inside of me, needing to come like I’ve never needed to before. He licks a circle around my clit, and my head falls back as a heavy moan slips out. Yes. So good. Not nearly enough.

“Please, Jack.”

“Please, Jack, what?” he murmurs against me, blowing more cool air on me and driving me out of my damn mind.

“I was so close.”

“I know, baby. But I want to suck on your pussy.”

That sounds super hot, but it’s not at all what I want right now.

“No.” I grip the top of his hair and wrench. “I need you to fuck me.”

Another ring around my clit, and now he slowly, so fucking slowly I’m going to combust, slips a finger into my pussy. One finger. That’s it.

I start to move, trying to fuck into it anyway because I need to come.

He kisses and licks me, but he’s not giving me any pressure.

“Oh my god. Please, fuck me. Please, please, please.”

He kisses my inner thigh, and I can feel his smile. The one that stays on his lips as he comes back over my face. “So pretty when you beg for me, Wren, and I knew you would.”

My eyes flash. “You son of a bitch!”

Before I can hit him or strangle him or kill him possibly, he slams back into me and flips on the wand I forgot all about and presses it directly on my clit. He fucks me wild, pounding into me with my knees spread and his hips in between them. He won’t let me close my knees. He won’t let me move since now his other hand is on my chest, holding me down. That alone should freak me the fuck out, but I can’t process that.

Not as sweet, sweet, heavenly vibrations pour into my clit as he pistons into me.

It takes me less than a second before an orgasm I’m not sure I can handle rips through me. It’s a hundred-foot wave. A volcanic explosion. A goddamn seismic event, and I have to shut my legs or move because it’s so much I can’t take it.

I’m screaming and crying and writhing and begging and praying and saying his name over and over and over. Absently I feel him pulling on my nipples. I feel the plug in my ass. I feel his cock thickening, growing harder as he gets ready to come. I feel the wand that’s making my toes curl and my eyes roll.

With a roar, Jack stills, and the wand slips, and my eyes open to watch him come inside of me. The taut muscles in his neck and the contractions of his ripped abs and the fucking strung-out, devilishly gorgeous look on his face as he stares down at me as he does. His eyes never leave my face, and I feel him spurting in me, hot and wet, and fuck me if I don’t clench again just from that. It makes him groan louder, and I do it again and again, milking his cock of everything it has.

He might have just ruined me—and I have no illusions he did—but I’ll ruin him in return. I’ll be sore, but he will be too. I’ll feel him all week, but I’ll haunt him for years.

Jack collapses against me but immediately wraps his arms around me and rolls us until I’m on top of him. With careful fingers, he works the elastic from my hair, making sure not to snag so much as a hair. Once it’s out, he tosses it away and plays with the long, still damp strands, running his hand down my hair and back in sweet caresses.

We just did some wickedly dirty stuff with each other, but the way he’s holding me and touching me now, you’d never know it. It’s sweet. Too sweet for us. I mean, especially considering I still have a plug in my ass.

As if reading my thoughts, he says, “Are you uncomfortable with the plug?”

“I hardly notice it.” How weird is that? True, but weird. I start to get up anyway. Us like this is too intimate.

He’s not having that, though. The hand on my back presses in, letting me know he’s not letting me go. “Have you eaten yet?”

I bite my lip. I like the way he smells—like sweat and sex and me and him. I like the way he feels—warm and strong and protective and safe. But he’s not safe. He’s Jack. “No, and that’s why you should go. I need to take care of this plug and maybe shower again and get something to eat.”

I can hear the smile in his voice, even as he plants his lips on the top of my head and takes a deep breath in—smelling me. “Wren, chill out.”

“What?” I half sit up so I can glare down at him, affronted.

His blue eyes are so light right now, the lightest I’ve ever seen them. And that smile he’s giving me, complete with dimples, is utterly devastating. “Remember that truce we called? It’s in full effect today. Tomorrow all this is over. I agree. It has to be that way for all the reasons we’ve already spoken about, plus probably a lot of others. But I want you for today. I want more of what we just did as much as we can, even if I’ll require a liter of IV fluids and fifty pounds of protein. That means you need to chill out with me. I’m not here to mess you up or fight with you. I’m not here to take over and be your boyfriend. I want to fuck your brains out, and that’s it.” He cups my face and gazes into my eyes in a way that makes my belly flutter. “Can you do that?”

I stare down at him, trying to kill those damn butterflies dead. “I don’t know.”

“Can you try?”

If I let my guard down with him today, even if it’s just for one day, I’m opening myself up to a world of hurt. But I haven’t had this in so long. So freaking long, and if I’m honest, I’m not sure I’ve ever had it like this. My body, my mind, and my heart crave it, and I’m not talking about the sex. I’m talking about closeness with a man I trust. A man I know won’t hurt me—at least not physically. Well, at least not more than I want him to.

Christ, this is a mess.

“Give me five minutes to think.”

He smiles and leans up to kiss my lips. So simple. But it’s tripping me out.

I scoot off the bed and make quick time into the bathroom, flipping the latch four times before I turn on the shower. I need to remove the plug—kind of gross now—and I need to rinse off after I do that. I turn on the faucet to hot, remove the plug with a bit of a wince, and wash it with extra soap. Once it’s clean, I set it on a towel and climb into the shower.

It’s funny, I never used to be a freak-out girl. Most of the time, I’m still not. Only with men, and that’s sort of an obvious one. It’s not that necessarily. It’s the fact that it’s Jack. A man who I loved and then hated and now… now I don’t know what to think about him.

Maybe that’s the key for today.

Don’t think about him. Don’t think about today in terms of Jack and our history. He’s a guy. A guy who’s undeniably the best sex I’ve ever had. A guy who wants more of that sex with me and nothing else. It’s just sex. Just today.

If I can shut my mind off from anything else, I’ll be fine. I can do that. No problem.