The Enemy - Kelsey Clayton Page 0,56

he has on my waist might cause bruising, but I can't find it in me to care. I fucking need this.

My hands slide from around his neck to his chest, when he grabs my wrists to remove them. "Did I say you could fucking touch me?"

Normally, I'd tell him off for a comment like that, but there's something about his tone, how demanding and in control it is, that makes me want to please him. He stands in front of me, looking so goddamn sexy, with his head only tilted slightly and looking at me through hooded eyes. I give in, taking my hands and holding them behind my back.

"Fuck," he growls. "That's my girl. Now get on your knees. I want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours."

My heart starts to race, but I do as he says. When I'm in position, I look up at him and watch as he pulls out his rock-hard cock. It's huge—bigger than the average nineteen-year-old guy—and a part of me thinks he would rip me in half if we had sex. He strokes it in his hand, with his muscles flexing at the action.

As he lines up at my mouth, I stick out my tongue and kitten-lick the tip. He exhales at the contact before slipping inside. I've never done this before, but the last thing I want is to disappoint him. Don't ask me why. He's rude, and obnoxious, and a total prick—but when he's around, I just want his attention on me and his hands on my skin.

I gag around him as he hits the back of my throat. It must feel good, because his head falls back and he lets out an animalistic moan. His fingers lace into my hair, and he starts to thrust, harder and faster. He's practically choking me with his solid length, and somehow, it's one of the hottest things I've ever experienced.

Swirling my tongue around the tip as he pulls out a little, his legs start to shake. I look up at him with his dick filling my mouth and watch him as he watches me. I grab his cock with one hand and his hip with the other, hoping not to get yelled at for touching him. I suck on what I can while jerking the rest.

When he gets close, he slaps my hand away and thrusts into the back of my throat. A sound unlike anything I've heard before leaves his mouth as he explodes down my throat. It's salty, but not bad, and I take every drop. Once he pulls out, I swallow it down.

"Fucking hell," he says as he pulls his pants back up. "Who knew you were so good at that?"

I shrug, trying not to preen at the attention, and stand back up. Cade takes his thumb and wipes a bit of cum from the corner of my lips before slipping the digit into my mouth. It's erotic and exhilarating as I suck the juice from his skin.

Before I can say anything at all, he takes a step back. I try to read his expression, but there's a mask firmly in place as he walks backward toward the door. I already know he's about to avoid me again, and fuck if that doesn't sting.

"I'm going to Bryce's," he tells me. "Don't wait up."

My jaw drops, and I watch as he leaves without so much as a glance back in my direction.

And to top it off, I'm still sexually frustrated. Fuck my life.

18

CADE

I fucked up, again. I got close to her, again. I let myself taste her, again. Only this time, it was more than just a little taste, and now I don't know how I'll resist. The way she listened when I told her not to touch me. The look in her eyes when I demanded she get on her knees. Fuck, she was so goddamn submissive.

How am I supposed to stay away now? She's trouble, bad news with a capital b, but she's so fucking alluring. Like a siren, grabbing my attention and pulling me in with no mercy. Now all I can picture is the way she looked as she choked on my cock.

I pace back and forth across Bryce's room, just like I was doing when I got here last night. Anyone with eyes can tell that I'm agitated and completely on edge. Bryce lays in his bed, watching me like I'm some kind of circus act.

“So, you let her blow you. Big deal.”

My hands