Enemies with Benefits
LAINEY
The cold metal bites into my wrists. It’s a wildly arousing juxtaposition to the white-hot heat that courses through my skin.
My body is on fire. Clit pulsing. Heart pumping. Skin tightening.
I’m embarrassed that I’m this turned on this quickly.
I’m embarrassed that being cuffed—literally constrained—is making me squirm with need. What was I thinking, baiting him this way?
Fuck this guy for making me feel all these stupid things. My thoughts blare in time to my rioting pulse.
I hate this guy. I hate him. I hate him.
I also very much want to explore whatever’s happening right now. Can I do that while torturing him? Maybe even make him beg?
I smirk. “No.”
Colton quirks a brow. “Excuse me?”
I press my hips into his, chuckling when I feel his very obvious erection. “You got another thing coming, cowboy, if you think I’m about to listen to a damn thing you say.”
The dark look in his eyes intensifies. Nostrils flare.
Colton really likes it when I give him a hard time. I imagine not many people tell him no.
I press against him a little more. “Huh.”
“What?” His voice is huskier now.
“For someone so small and mean, you got a big dick.”
His eyes bounce between mine as he pushes his erection into my belly. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
“Show me how big you are, then.”
Those eyes go wide. “I’m the one who gives orders.”
“You’re cute,” I say with a lighthearted laugh. “Now unzip those jeans and show me why you think you deserve to walk this earth like God’s gift to humanity.”
A muscle in his jaw twitches, but he smiles. “I got my reasons for that.”
“Sure you do.”
He looks at me. Looks. Is he hesitating? Savoring the tension? Wondering if this is a line we’re actually gonna cross?
“Maybe you really are a coward,” I say, because apparently I have a death wish. For my career at least, because I think I’m about to hook up with my boss. Coworker. Whatever.
Colton grunts. Next thing I know, I hear the metallic click of his belt being unbuckled.
Oh my God, this is happening. Oh my God.
I watch, heart in my throat, as Colton steps back and unzips his jeans. He reaches inside his briefs and pulls himself out.
I swear to Christ my vital organs quit functioning at that moment. There are big dicks. Pretty dicks. But in my admittedly limited experience, dicks are rarely both.
Colton’s is big and pretty. His shaft is thick and velvety-looking. His head is a light shade of pink and just wide enough to make my blood jump.
What would he feel like inside me? Would it hurt? Would I like that?
He gives himself a lazy, indulgent tug, drawing a barely visible bead of precum out of his tip. I lick my lips.
“I already offered you that,” he says, pumping his hand a little faster.
I squeeze my legs together to ease the soaring ache between them. I’m soaked. Still, I find myself saying, “Cowboy, I wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.”
His green eyes flash. “I’m big, but I ain’t that big.” The sinews in his neck pop against his skin as he works himself harder. Faster.
“You gonna make yourself come, thinking about me?” I breathe. “What I’d do to you if I were willing to touch you? Taste you?”
“Fuck,” he growls, “you.”
“I feel like we’ve been saying that a lot to each other.”
His hips jerk. “Not enough.”
I laugh. “Are you going to come already? I took you for a real cowboy. One who has stamina.”
He takes a step forward, looming over me. “You don’t shut that mouth, I’m gonna shove my dick down your throat.”
“I’d like to see you try.” Although in all honesty, I am very turned on by the thought of him doing exactly that.
His turn to laugh. “Don’t forget, you’re the one who’s cuffed.”
“I’m also the one calling the shots.” I tip up my chin.
“Take them off,” he growls, pumping his hand harder. “They’re not locked.”
“I know,” I say with a smile.
“Take them off,” he says through gritted teeth. “Bet—I bet you’re as close as I am. Prove me wrong.”
My eyelashes flutter. He’s playing this game with me. An almost enthusiastic participant even.
The brimming need in me spills over.
It’s easy for me to slip off the cuffs considering Colton didn’t lock or tighten them. They’re heavy in my hand. Begging to be used again.
Looking up at Colton, I bite my lip.
My body moves before my brain does. I’m grabbing his hands. I’m pulling them behind his back, our faces an inch apart.
He leans in for a kiss at the same moment as I wrap the cuffs around his wrists.
I immediately pull back, shaking my head. “No.”
“What?” He blinks.
“No kissing.”
He looks downright irate. Jaw ticking, nostrils flaring. “What kinda bullshit rule is that?”
“My rule.”
“I’m dyin’ here, Dallas.” He looks down at his engorged dick. “And you ain’t even gonna let me kiss you?”
His accent is thicker. I sense a note of desperation in his voice. Good.
“Nope. But I will let you watch.”
I really must be out of my mind, because I’m taking a step back and sliding a hand inside my leggings.
His prominent Adam’s apple bobs. “More.”
“Be”—my breath catches when my fingers find my clit—“patient.”
“Fuck that. Show me more or—”
“What?” I move my hand between my legs. Then I slip the other inside my shirt and run my thumb over my nipples.
I’m vaguely aware that we could be caught. People come and go from the stables with alarming regularity, even this late in the day.
And yet I still don’t stop. I feel my orgasm rising up inside me as I play with myself. The look on Colton’s handsome face is one of pain now.
You’re welcome, dickhead.
“Or I’ll walk right out,” he says.
I nod at his cock, protruding proudly from between his legs. “With that thing? I don’t believe you.”
“Try me.”
“All right, I will.” Without a second thought, I push down my pants and underwear. Toe out of one shoe and work my leg free so that I can prop it on the nearby mounting block.
I’m spread wide. Baring everything.
Judging by the way Colton lets out a violent little fuck, it does the trick.
“Fuck,” he repeats, eyes glued to my center. “You gotta—can I—”
“No.” I begin to touch myself in earnest, hips rolling.
“How—you’re wet. So wet I can see it.” He swallows. “For me?”
“For me. I’m good at turning myself on.”
“I’m sure you are. But right now—I mean, c’mon.” He chuckles, the sound threadbare. “You’re the one who’s lying now. Because some of that, it’s because of me.”
“How much would you hate me if I came first? Let you sweat a little—oh, more.” I circle my entrance before dipping my finger inside myself.
“I already hate you. Knock yourself out.”
I push my finger deeper. “Think you’d fit in here?”
“Aw, honey, I’d make it fit. You’d like it. You’d scream my name—”
“You wish.”
“You’ll see.”
My heart dips. Is that his way of saying this is gonna happen again? Because we’re not actually fucking tonight. I’m not ready for that. But he’s talking about fucking, and that makes me think—
Shit, do I like the idea of this happening again? I’ve never done an enemies-with-benefits situation before. It could be fun. Or a total disaster.
Whatever the case, this right here? Colton watching me please myself with something like interest in his eyes? His big, beautiful cock hard and ready for me?
It’s one of the most erotic moments of my life.
My cunt flutters. “I’m so close to coming.”
“Would you let me kiss you there at least?”
Wait, Colton actually wants to go down on me? Most guys I’ve been with don’t ask to do that. They certainly don’t look that desperate to know what I taste like.
“If you’re lucky,” I manage.
I press the heel of my hand to my clit. At the same time, I pinch my nipple and imagine Colton fucking me into my mattress.
His strokes would be deep, athletic, sweat breaking out on his chest and arms. He’d use his bulk to block out the world, cover me with his scent and skin, and I’d feel like the only woman in the world.
The only one he wanted.
I come. Legs shaking, I throw back my head and pray I’ll survive the exquisite pain of the release.
“Oh shit,” I hear Colton saying. “Oh shit, honey, you look—fuck, so fucking pretty when you come.”
Did Colton just call me honey?
Did my orgasm just leap that much closer?
“Liar,” I pant, opening my eyes.
He shakes his head, brows curved upward. “Not this time. Wouldn’t lie about that. My God, Lainey. Keep coming.”
I do. I come until I’m a discombobulated mess, squeezing my eyes shut against the onslaught.
This man—this awful fucking man—makes me come harder than I have in my life. Thinking about him. Being noticed by him. Watched.
It makes me feel special, as sick as that sounds.
I despise him for it.
I open my eyes at the sound of a thump. Colton’s taken off the cuffs and is jacking himself off in earnest now. Hand pumping, stomach caving. Expression taut.
He steps forward, the sound of his boots enormous in the otherwise quiet barn. “How’d it feel?” He’s breathless. “Imagining it was me between those legs?”
“Asshole.”
He smirks, but it quickly disappears as he sucks in a breath. “Apparently I—shit, I like it when you call me that. You know what I’d do, right?”
I’m rolling my eyes. “I don’t get the question.”
“What I’d do if you were coming on me. On this.” He glances down at his dick. “I’d fuck you hard, honey. Then I’d come all over you.”
My cunt spasms one last time. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh, but I would.” He steps forward again. “Fuck. Lainey—”
I gasp at the hot gush of cum he releases onto my stomach as he hangs his head. My shirt’s still riding up a little from me reaching inside it, allowing him full access. He pumps ropes of pearlescent liquid onto my skin. So many I lose count.
It’s lewd and wrong and so fucking hot.
I should push him away. Tell him he’s being gross.
Instead, I watch, gripped by a full-body shiver. Why does it feel like he’s marking me? Staking his claim?
When he’s done, he lifts his head. His pupils are blown out, expression a little bewildered like he can’t believe he just did that.
He can’t believe I let him do that.
And then he doubles down. He carefully tucks himself back into his briefs and zips up his jeans, buckles his belt… Then he swipes his thumb across my belly, gathering his cum. Without a word, he lifts that thumb and draws it over my bottom lip.
“Just in case you’re curious,” he says.
Thing is I am curious. If he hates me so much, why do I turn him on? Why does he turn me on? Will this happen again?
I really, really hope this happens again. Because his eyes are fire but his touch is gentle. His thumb lingers on the corner of my mouth. I can already taste his saltiness.
His breath is hot on my skin as he drags his eyes over my face. Part of me wants to gather his cum on my tongue and spit it back at him. But something tells me that’d just make him smile.
Instead, I run my tongue along my bottom lip. “Tastes like you enjoyed what you saw.”
He grits his teeth, like he’s angry I’m right.
Suddenly he’s leaning down. He hooks his hand underneath my knee and lifts it off the mounting block. He leans in, his scruff scraping against the skin of my upper thigh. He’s so close to where I want him most. Is he actually gonna kiss me there?
I yelp when he bites me instead, right there on the inside of my thigh. “Ow, Colton! What the fuck? That’s gonna leave a mark.”
Straightening, he adjusts his belt. “Just a little reminder of who hates you best.”