Fighting her.
Because I am not ready for this to be over.
I open my eyes and glance down, and with her hair spilling to one side, her head moving between my legs, and my cock disappearing between those perfect pink lips, she’s a vision of pure fucking ecstasy.
Grasping her chin, I hold her in place with my cock pressed all the way to the back of her throat. “You have no idea how many times I fantasized about shutting you up this way.”
Her eyes flare wide, but it isn’t just heat in them. It’s a challenge, and I apparently just threw it down. Whatever she had planned for me when she slid down there, it appears to have changed with my words.
I release her, and she slowly eases back off my cock, her lips glistening as she feathers them across the head.
“You know, Connor…” She trails her tongue along the underside of my length again, all the way up to the tip to flick it across that hyper-sensitive spot right underneath the head. “When you say things like that to me”—her gaze cuts to mine again—“it reminds me that we’re mortal enemies.”
Fisting my hand in her hair again a little too tightly—tight enough to make it hurt, to make her really feel it—I growl low. “Are we?”
The question hangs in the thick, sex-scented air between us.
It’s the one I’ve been asking myself more and more, but after hours, days, weeks spent up here with her, I don’t have a fucking clue how she really feels about any of this. I don’t even know how I do.
I’ve spent years watching Raven fuck different men in McBride Mountain. Never in anything even resembling a serious relationship. She seems to enjoy sex for the sake of sex. The pleasure is her focus, the release. And that’s likely all this is for her.
A momentary ceasefire so we can redirect at the greater enemy.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that bullshit…
Looking into her eyes now, I can’t tell. She doesn’t respond, either. Doesn’t attempt to offer an answer that might alleviate some of the tension. She just licks down one side of my cock and up the other side, making my entire body tense and bow up toward her.
Apparently, that is my answer.
Everything that’s happened between us has only been because we were up here, and as soon as we return to civilization, we’re going to go back to the way things were.
That somehow makes tonight even more meaningful, and I understand now why she wanted me to stay. Because she wanted to have this one last opportunity to torture me like this before we went back to not being able to be in the same room together without fighting.
Raven smiles coyly at me. “You know what enemies have to do, don’t you?”
I shake my head. “No.”
She lightly grazes her teeth over the head of my cock, and I almost come instantly. Only that deep-seated instinct to defend myself against her keeps me from blowing my load straight down her throat. Her hand slides up on the bed, and she grabs my balls, squeezing them tightly.
“Fuck!”
My strangled cry floats through the cabin and she chuckles low, a sinister sound from a woman like her.
“They have to get under each other’s skin. Torture each other any way they can. They have to do whatever it takes to win.”
Panting now, barely able to catch my breath, I tug her head to the side. “Is that what you’re doing now?”
She rolls my balls in her hand. “No. This is just for fun.”
Fun.
Raven tilts her head back down and sucks me all the way to the back of her throat, and I resecure my grip in her hair as she starts a slow rhythm of hard, tight suction, and then slowly sinking back down.
Over and over again.
The same way I played with her the other night, when she wanted it hard and fast, she takes her sweet ass time exploring my cock. Memorizing it with her lips, tongue, and every part of her mouth.
As soon as my body starts to tremble, when I’m getting anywhere close to coming, she retreats again, pulling away to lightly flick her tongue over my most sensitive areas and kiss every inch of me, blowing her warm breath on my hot, wet skin only to suck me back down again.
