One Night Stand With My Enemy

CHAPTER 10

Gwyn

I should stop this, push him away and tell him that I am leaving and that I can't go further, but dammit, I want this. I want him. Gareth wraps a hand in my hair, pulling my head back to get better access to my mouth, and the slight sting on my scalp is like an electric shock to my entire system. It is like every part of me is aware of him, knowing exactly where we are touching and where we are not. The parts of me that are not touching him are aching for the contact. I decide that I will worry about the consequences tomorrow, but right now, I need him and I am not leaving until I have him, all of him. I grab onto his shoulders and use it to lift myself up, wrapping my legs around him and pressing my body against his, trying to get as close to him as humanly possible. His hard c**k presses against my core and we both moan at the contact. Gareth pulls his lips from mine and I try to follow him but the fist in my hair keeps me firmly in place. "We need to stop." He groans, but I can see in his eyes that he really doesn't want to.

"Stop trying to do what you think is the right thing to do. I need you to take me to bed and ruin me." I tell him and I can see that war in his mind. He is trying to do the honorable thing, but I am so done waiting for the right man or the right time. There is no one I would rather spend my first time with than Gareth. "I want it to be you, Gareth. I need it to be with you." I say the last part softer, begging him with my eyes. "Please." That word seemed to be his kryptonite because a second later his lips are back on mine and he is moving us towards my room. My back bumps into a walk and Gareth mumbles a 'sorry' between kisses, but he doesn't stop and I am thankful for that. His lips are possessive and hungry and so f*****g perfect and for a moment I am afraid that if I go down this road, I will never recover from the aftermath, but then my back hits my bed and Gareth is moving his hips between my legs, rubbing his c**k against my aching center and all thought flies out the window. Gareth starts lifting my dress, pulling on it frantically as he tries to get it past my hips and I chuckle as I lift my hips off the bed to help him. Just before he pulls the dress past my breasts, he stops again and pulls away and I want to growl in frustration.

"If you have any doubt about this, we need to stop now because I don't think I will be able to hold back. f**k, I am hardly holding on by a thread here, so I need to know that you are sure about this and that you won't regret this in the morning." He says and my heart clenches. For a second I can imagine waking up next to him, finding him wrapped around me and telling me that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me, but then I remember that this is Gareth and that this is purely lust. There is no love lost between us and there never will be and my romantic heart needs to take a backseat because it has gotten me into enough trouble already. I know Gareth will make this memorable and I want that for my first time. I know he will take care of me and not be a selfish prick that just takes what he wants.

"I have no doubts, Gareth. I want you and I am not backing out. I am not doing this in the hopes that I can get back at Luke, I am not doing this because I am having a mental breakdown. I. Want. You." I tell him, looking him right in the eyes so that he knows that I am not trying to bullshit either of us and that seems to do the trick. My dress is practically ripped from my body, but where Gareth was rushed and desperate just a minute ago, he is now taking his time, taking his fill of my body as he looks down at me.

"You are so f*****g beautiful it hurts." He says and then his mouth is on my breast, sucking my n****e through the lace of my bra. My back arches off the bed as pleasure rushes through my body and my nails dig into his back. The rough material of my bra adds friction to my n****e as Gareth sucks and bites before moving to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention. His hand moves up my leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. When he reaches my underwear, he groans. "So f*****g wet already." His voice is deep and possessive, filled with lust and it is enough to bring me so close to o****m that I am embarrassed at how little it takes to bring me to that point. His fingers don't go underneath my underwear like I expected, but instead he presses his thumb onto my covered clit and slowly he starts rubbing circles around it.

"Please." I beg, needing more.

"What is that, Red?" He asks, a smirk on his lips as he looks up at me.

"Please." I beg again and he chuckles. Fucker.

"You keep saying please, but you aren't telling me what it is you are begging for." Really? Should I spell it out? Fine.

"I want you to remove your clothes and take off what is left of mine and then I want your head between my legs so that I can finally understand the hype about having a man eat a woman out." I tell him and his eyes widen in shock, clearly not expecting me to be so straight forward about it. He forgets that I have been working in a stripclub for the past four months and when I am not flaunting my sexuality, I am running around for a pain in the ass lawyer who doesn't hold back or beat around the bush and I have had to adapt that personality if I wanted to survive longer than a week. It doesn't take long for that shock to turn into a smirk and my mouth goes dry as I watch him stand up and then slowly remove the tie around his neck. For the first time today, I really take in how sexy Gareth looks in his light blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing the tattoos that I usually only get to peek at but have never seen on full display. His hands go to his belt and I never thought I would get so turned on by a man slowly removing something so simple, but the veins in his arms pop as he removes his belt and then slips his shoes off. He loosens the button on his slacks and then pulls down the zip. I can feel him watching me as he slowly undresses and I swear he is doing it on purpose. Where is the man that was desperate just a few minutes ago? I need him back because I can't deal with this slow torture. He doesn't pull his pants down, just gives me a tease of what I am really after before he moves to his shirt, loosening the buttons one at a time, exposing his chest and stomach slowly and I think I moan out loud because he chuckles while his eyes heat up. "Is this what you wanted?" He asks and I can feel my face heat up, but I am not embarrassed enough to tell him to stop. The last botton on his shirt is undone and the shirt falls open before he slides it down his arms. I think my mouth falls open at the sight of his exposed body. And here I thought he was gorgeous with clothes on, but without his clothes? "Breathe, Gwyn." Oh yeah, I should breathe, right? f**k, this man is by far the most beautiful man I have ever seen, not that I have seen that many, but I doubt that I will ever be able to compare anyone to Gareth. Why the hell did I waste my time with Luke and completely overlook Gareth? That thought scares me, because I am worried that I won't be able to walk away from this with my heart intact, but does it matter at this point? There is no way I can walk away from him now. I know that regardless of the fact that he told me that he doesn't think he will be able to hold back, I know he would stop the second that I tell him to, but I really, REALLY don't want him to stop. Gareth puts his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and then slowly he pulls it down. If my mouth wasn't hanging open at the sight of his six pack and those V-lines leading into his pants or the tattoo sleeves that cover his arms, then it is most definitely hanging open at the sight of his hard c**k. "There is no f*****g way that thing is fitting in me. Nope, we are not doing this." I say as I start getting up from the bed.

"Gwyn, stop." Gareth says, the command makes me stop for only a second but then his d**k twitches, pulling my attention back to it and I shake my head.

"You are f*****g insane if you think I am going to allow you to rip my p***y apart with that f*****g thing." I tell him, pointing to his d**k.

"I said stop." Gareth growls and my ass falls back onto the bed, my body a traitor to my own mind. "Now spread those f*****g legs for me so that I can prepare you for my d**k, because it will fit, Red. That f*****g p***y was made for me." He says and again, my body odeys, my legs spreading open for him. "So f*****g beautiful." He says, his eyes locked on my p***y that is covered with black lace. Thank f**k I went for my wax yesterday.

"You have said that already." I tell him, breathless.

"It is worth repeating." He gets on his knees in front of the bed and then grabs my ass and pulls me to the end of the bed. "Again." He says as he hooks his thumbs into my panties. "And again." He slowly pulls my panties down my legs. "And again." He says and he pulls my panties over my feet and then looks behind him, grabs his pants off the floor and stuffs my underwear into the pocket.

"You alsways take the underwear of the women you f**k?" I ask him, suddenly jealous.

"Only those that I want to remember." He says and that jealousy reaches a high that I haven't once felt with Luke.

"Must have a trophy room full of them then." I say under my breath.

"Jealous, Red?" He asks with a smirk.

"Absolutely not." I lie.

"Lair." He says, seeing right through me. "This will be the first set of underwear I plan on stealing." He says and I know he probably says that to every woman he f***s, but I want to believe him. For some f****d up reason, I want him to remember me just like I know I will always remember him. I want to be more than the other women he has been with, but I refuse to think about the reason behind that right now. Before I can get lost in my head, Gareth moves in, running his tongue through my slit before sucking my clit into his mouth. Holy f*****g s**t! This is what I have been missing out on? My eyes roll back in my head as my hands grab onto Gareth's hair. I am not sure if I am trying to pull him away or push his head harder against my p***y. He slides one finger into me, curling it up and I know I am seconds away from exploding. A second finger joins the first, stretching me. When the third finger joins in, I explode, screaming his name. "That's it. f**k you are so tight." He says before he goes right back to sucking on my clit.

"I can't take another one." I tell him as I try to close my legs, but he growls against my clit and holy f*****g s**t, think I just found my new favorite sound.

"You will need to c*m again if we want to make your first time less painful. I really don't want to hurt you, baby." He says and what he says makes sense. The second o****m washes over me within seconds and my body feels sated but not exhausted. "Now, you will be able to take my cock." He says as he reaches for his wallet. "f**k, I only have one condom." He says, looking pissed at himself.

"Then make that condom count." I tell him, spreading my legs wider for him. He looks at me and slowly runs his eyes down my body and it feels like he is touching every part of my body as he takes me in. I slowly reach behind me and remove the last piece of clothing covering my body and Gareth sucks in a breath as my bra slides down my arms and my breasts are released. He quickly rips open the packet of the condom and then slides it over his c**k. He places his knee on the bed and take my hips in his hands and lifts me. I wrap my legs around him but don't tighten them. He rubs his thumb over my clit again, making my body tense and then he reaches for his c**k. He slides the head of his c**k between my soaked folds and then slowly starts pressing into me. We both moan as he pushes into me. He pushes only past the head of his c**k and then he stops. "This is going to hurt." He says and then he gives one hard thrust, breaking my virginity. The pain is instant and for a moment I want to scream at him to pull out, but then his thumb is back on my clit, rubbing lazy circles. "Relax, baby. Take deep breaths and relax for me." His voice is hypnotizing and slowly, I start to relax. "That's it." He says, not rushing me and I appreciate it.

"You can move now." I tell him, the pain slowly subsiding.

"Are you sure?" He asks, looking concerned.

"Yes, please." I say and he sighs.

"Thank fuck." He says and then he starts moving, his thumb still applying constant pressure on my clit, his palm pressing down on my stomach. Slowly the pain becomes pleasure and I tighten my legs around him, trying to get him deeper. I can feel his legs start to shake and I realize he is still holding back and I won't have any of that.

"f**k me like you hate me, Gareth Martins." I tell him and his eyes flash, something in him snapping as he pushes me higher up the bed, moving with me so that he doesn't pull out of me completely and then he lifts my legs to his shoulders and then leads over me to smash his lips against mine as he thrusts into me. I scream out in pleasure, my nails digging into his back as he starts to slam into me.

"f**k, I am not going to last like this." He says and then starts to slow down.

"Don't you f*****g dare." I tell him with a glare and again the mother fucker chuckles.

"As you wish." He says and then he is thrusting into me hard and fast. His body tenses as his c**k swells inside me and then twitches as he comes and his pleasure drives me over the edge and I c*m around his c**k. That is it, I am ruined for all men.