Undeniably Enemies: Chapter 20

Wren’s big, guileless blue eyes hold mine, and I can’t help but soak her in, even as I wait for the inevitable pushback she so loves to give me. I’m hoping she does and I’m also hoping she doesn’t. I like her fight, but I love her surrender.

Nerves flicker over her face, and I distract her from the thoughts in her head with a kiss. I’m not here to make her use her safe word. I have no intention of pushing her that far. But the woman likes to tell me no and to stop, and those are words that generally make me do both of those things. Except this is Wren, and Wren is a walking contradiction with me.

Much like me, she doesn’t want to want me as much as she does.

We’re helpless victims caught in each other’s webs.

So I have to make sure she means it, and now I’ll know for sure.

With that, my hand slides to her neck, and I hold her as I kiss her, my thumb gliding up and down along her thrumming pulse. Our tongues swirl and dance, and I quickly become drugged, pressing her deeper against the wall and alternating between deep, tongue-twisting kisses and sweet, playful wet nips.

“I want you naked,” I tell her as I peel her sweatshirt over her head, not bothering to waste time since it’s already limited. My mouth returns to her neck, and I kiss and lick my way across it to the other side. “I want you naked and wet and begging for me.”

She shakes her head, her neck twisting in my hand and against my lips. “I’ll never beg for you.”

I smile as I trail down and suck on her tits over the lace of her bra. “Let’s see, shall we?” I pick her up and walk her back toward her bedroom as I bite down on her nipple. She squirms in my arms, but I hold her tight, unwilling to let her go. Just the thought of it pinches in my chest, but I push that aside and set her down on her bed.

Her room is pretty, much like the rest of her place, and it smells like her to the point where I can’t help but take a deep inhale and feel it rattle around in my chest. Immediately, I push her back and climb on top of her, letting my weight settle on her, only it’s not quite right for either of us. Her hands hit the hem of my running shirt just as mine grip the back collar. I yank it over my head, and her hands slide up my abs, making my muscles contract.

A smirk hits her lips. “Ticklish?”

I’m not. Not even a little. It’s her touch that’s doing this to me, but because she’s Wren and I’m me, I push her back down and capture her wrists in my hand. She fights that, as she did last night, and I nibble on her lip and grind against her.

I don’t keep her pinned long. I have too many things I need my hands for, and I work my way down her body, kissing and licking and sucking as I go. “Where do you keep your toys?”

“Up your ass.”

I throw her a warning look that makes her giggle and quickly has me smiling. “The only one getting something up their ass today, sweetheart, is you.”

“Aw, too bad. I bet you’d like getting pegged.”

I shrug. I’ve honestly never thought about it. “Where?”

I reach behind her back and unclasp her bra, kissing the valley between her breasts as I remove it.

“The nightstand closest to my bathroom.”

I glance up and over and realize it’s our bathrooms that are connected by a wall, not our bedrooms directly, which is a relief. Then I think of something.

“Do you ever bring them in your shower?”

“Huh?” Her head pops up, and she follows my sightline, quickly understanding what I’m getting at. “Yes. Sometimes.”

My dick surges with blood at the thought of hearing her in there like that. I can’t have her again after today, but I might be able to still have a small piece of her here and there. I return to the soft skin of her belly, trickling slower and lower until I reach her yoga pants. They slide off with ease, and I use my teeth to scrape her nothing of a thong off until I have my beautiful girl perfectly naked before me.

And fuck. Fuck!

How is this going to be the last time I can have this?

I’ve opened Pandora’s box, and I never want to close it again, but like with all stunning dangers, I have no choice but to retreat and keep my distance. Leaving her like this, I head for her nightstand, and when I open it, I shoot her a look. She blushes lightly and skirts my eyes, but she told me where they were, and she didn’t stop me from coming for them.

“You naughty little slut, Wren Fritz.”

She shrugs. “Isn’t that what you once said to me? That I was a slut.”

I freeze, and my lips dip into a frown. “Wren, that’s not⁠—”

She waves me away. “Whatever. I didn’t mean to start something.”

I take out a few items and set them on the bed before I return to her. I should let it drop. I should because we do much better in a place of antagonism, but I can’t let that go. I fucking can’t. I crawl over her and hover my face above hers, holding her cheek so she can’t escape me.

“I was a bastard,” I tell her. “I was a jealous, drunk, mean bastard, and I’m so sorry I said that ugly word to you. I love that you have these toys and that you have no qualms about giving yourself pleasure. I think it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and it makes you the sexiest woman I’ve ever known.”

“Don’t be nice to me, Jack,” she says in a quiet voice. “I can handle almost anything else but that.”

Wow. I don’t even know where to go with that.

Maybe she’s right. Being nice and asking for forgiveness and admitting to things I shouldn’t won’t get either of us anywhere.

I pick up the butt plug I admired in the hall the other day, and without asking—because I’m done being nice—I shove it in her mouth for her to get wet because I plan to suck on her pussy and then fuck her while this is in her ass. But first things first.

My fingers tickle along the insides of her thighs, playing with her skin, up and down, as I watch her suck on the plug. She makes a humming noise, her skin warm and sensitive as her hips drive up, searching for my hand, seeking my fingers exactly where she wants them.

Just as I run my finger up over her pussy without plunging in or giving her pressure on her clit, I cover the pink jeweled end of the plug with my mouth and kiss her around it. Her eyes widen in surprise, and I sink my teeth into the metal and pull it free from her mouth. It loosens with a wet pop, and I use her moment of stunned silence to pick her up and put her over my knee.

She squeals and immediately starts to thrash. “What the fuck?”

My hand comes down with a hard crack on her ass, and she yelps, her body seizing.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You are not spanking me, Jack.”

I rub the area I just spanked with the cold plug and bring my mouth down by her ear. “I’m going to spank you, Wren, because you ran out on me last night before I was done with you. But if you take my punishment like a good girl, I’ll reward you for it.”

She pants out a breath, her body trembling, and I can feel her trying to weigh her pride and need to fight with her overwhelming desire. It’s the brat versus the good girl, but both can’t truly exist together. Still, I saw it last weekend when I let those words accidentally slip. It affects her. She likes praise, and I doubt she even knows it, but part of her needs it.

I like punishing the brat, but I love rewarding the good girl, and I want to see that side of her so fucking badly.

“Open for me again.”

“Fuck you.”

“Oh, Cinderella, I will but remember what I said about being a good girl first.”

Shockingly, she opens, and I stick the plug back in her mouth since it dried. She gets it wet, and while she’s doing that, I dip a finger into her pussy. Her back arches, pushing her belly heavier against my thighs, but god, is this girl fucking soaked. My cock pulses, and she feels it against her stomach because she moans and presses down against it.

I gather some of her natural lubricant and slide it to the tight ring of muscles in the back and start to play with her there. She squirms some more, fighting ever so slightly, but I can see she’s also getting wetter for me. Christ, this woman was made for me, and I only wish I had days, weeks, months, or years to spend doing all the things I could do with her.

I pull the plug from her mouth and drag the wet toy along her asshole.

“Oh,” she hisses and sighs as I start to twist it into her. I add a little spit of my own and watch the sinfully exquisite erotic sight. “Jack.”

“Tell me.” I push it all the way in until all that’s showing is the pink heart.

“I…”

“Tell me.”

“I hate you so much.”

“I know, baby, but I need to know.”

She grits her teeth. “It’s good. I like it.”

Thank fuck.

Crack.

Wren wails out a moan, and blood surges in my veins as a heady high of adrenaline coats my vision in a delicious haze. I haven’t done this in so long. Too long. Years and years of missing this, and the one woman I can unleash myself with, I can’t keep.

Crack. Crack. Crack.

My fingers trail along the pink handprints on her ass, and I bend down and kiss along her spine up to her neck to the side of her face. She’s breathing hard, and as I slip two fingers inside of her, her eyes pinch closed, and she bites on her lip to hide her moan. So stubborn.

“You are so beautiful like this,” I whisper in her ear as I start to pump into her pussy. I brush some of the loose strands that escaped her ponytail back from her face so I can see her better. “So perfect, sweetheart. You did such a good job for me.”

She blows out a breath, and her body sags, rocking into my fingers, becoming pliant and needy. Warm and welcoming.

I pump faster, and when I put a third finger in her, playing with the tightness of her pussy and the toy in her ass, she gasps, no longer able to fight it. “You can rub yourself on me, baby. I’ll give you anything you want right now. You took your punishment so well, and I promised I’d reward you for it.”

“I want to come.”

I pick her up and flip her onto her back in the center of the bed and cover her cunt with my mouth. Two fingers slide back inside of her, and I use my other hand to fuck her with the toy in the same motion.

“Jesus hell!” she screams, her hands flying to my hair, where she rips and tugs. “Jack.”

I suck her clit into my mouth and fuck her with my fingers and the toy, and she comes so goddamn hard she practically squirts on my fingers. Wetness coats them, and I groan, licking her clit and her opening so I can taste it. Her legs thrash, and her thighs close around me, squeezing me, trying to push me back and hold me in at the same time.

I do my best to peer up at her, to catch a glimpse of her expression, and when I do, I vow to make all of her future lovers fail to compare to me. No one will ever make her come the way I will today. No one will ever give her what she needs the way I will. But in my head, I already know it’ll be that way for me too.

It’ll always be Wren. And that’s what scares me the most.