Enemies with Benefits: A Real Man

by Snow, Jenika

  “What is it, baby?” His words were muffled against my flesh, and I pulled at the strands that covered his head, unable to help it.

  “I need… I need…”

  “Tell me,” he huffed out and added more teeth, more licks, more sucking to my breasts as if he knew this was what I needed.

  “I need you. I need more.”

  He then pulled at one of my nipples, let it go with a resounding pop, and went back to do it over and over again until I exploded.

  “Yes,” he hissed, and I was aware of the bed rocking gently, knew that it was a combination of me writhing under him but also of him thrusting against the mattress.

  As my orgasm peaked in me and grew higher, I was lost in the feeling, in the sensations Mal gave me. I’d never felt anything like this, didn’t know a person could feel this good.

  When I sagged against the mattress, only then did he pull back, but only a few inches.

  “Look at me,” he demanded in a husky, serrated voice.

  I forced my eyes open, which shouldn’t have been as hard as it was. While holding his gaze with mine, I felt him slide his hands along my side, over my legs, and placed his palms on my inner thighs, so close to my pussy that I could feel the tips of his thumbs tease my lips.

  Kiss me there. Right there.

  I wanted to feel his mouth on me again, to explode as he moved his tongue up and down me, licking the most intimate part of my body until I ground my pussy in his face and he swallowed all the arousal that came from me.

  “I know I shouldn’t be doing this, baby, and know that it’ll ruin my friendship with Aiden, but fuck,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t stop. I won’t.”

  I didn’t say anything, because truthfully, I didn’t want to screw this up and say the wrong thing to snap him out of the arousal that surrounded us. He didn’t put his mouth between my thighs, to my disappointment, but he did cover my body with his and kiss me again.

  And again and again until I was hot and ready for him as if I hadn’t already climaxed several times.

  He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, and I felt his cock nudge my opening, the thick head of his dick pressing against my pussy but not fully penetrating me.

  “I have to be honest with you,” he said and broke away, his breathing harsh, the tip of his cock still at my entrance.

  Maybe I should have been worried about where this was going, but all I felt was his need for me.

  “Okay,” I said softly and cupped his jaw, reveling the feeling of his hard, square jaw and the light scruff under my palm.

  “I’ve never done this before.”

  At first, I wasn’t sure what he was saying, and then it clicked right into place, and I felt a different kind of warmth fill me.

  I smiled softly and lifted my head so I could brush my lips against his. “Me neither,” I whispered.

  He groaned and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. I wanted to say so much, how I was so pleased he was the one to take my virginity, how it made me deliriously happy he was giving me his. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that I wanted him as mine and only mine. But the words were lodged in my throat, and so I kissed him, hoping he could feel how much I cared for him with that kiss.

  He cupped one side of my face, leaned in, and kissed me, and kissed me again and again, his lips soft, his movements like he made love to me. He did this for so long I felt drugged, sated and loose, warm and ready for him. And that’s when I felt the blunt head of his cock start to push into me.

  The stretch and burn were like nothing I ever imagined, nothing I could ever envision. It took my breath away, had me tensing, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

  “Try to relax for me.” His words were as tight as I felt in that moment, but I tried to do as he asked, realizing once I did that it was a little less uncomfortable. “Jesus, Delilah. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything so tight, so hot and wet… so perfect.”

  He pushed inch after inch into me, my hymen now gone, my virginity his forever. The same as his was mine.

  “Mine,” he murmured. “You're mine.”

  The way he spoke, coupled with his deep voice inflamed me even more. As if my body had a mind of its own, I lifted my hips to take more of him. I needed more of him. The movement caused Mal to slide farther into my body, and we both gasped in pleasure as he went in deeper.

  “God,” he gritted out, his jaw tight, his muscles strained. “Baby, I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m having one hell of a time controlling myself.”

  I tried to get air into my lungs, my head fuzzy, my body tingling. “I’m fine, Mal. I’m fine.” Although there was pain, I didn’t want to stop. “Don’t stop. Please.” I didn't care that I begged.

  He groaned once before he gripped my hips tightly and thrust into me until he was buried all the way, our bodies locked at the most intimate, sexual parts of us. He stilled, allowing me to get used to the intrusion, this thickness lodged in me that took my breath away. But even with all the sensations swirling around me, I felt our combined passion circulating in me, through me… around us.

  I couldn't deny the burning sensation of his penetration, the stretching, being filled to the max by Mal. Not only did it take my breath away and have my eyes watering, but there were so many other feelings and emotions moving through me that any discomfort was severely dimmed in comparison.

  My pussy clenched around him, and he jerked as if he couldn't help it. “Christ,” he gritted out once, still buried to the hilt in my body.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his cock. With every spasm my inner muscles made, Mal moaned in response.

  “Delilah.” He didn’t even sound like himself, not with what the arousal was doing to his voice. “You’re so fucking tight, so hot and wet for me.” He exhaled harshly. “I’ve thought about doing this with you so many times I lost count.” He pulled out only an inch and pushed right back in. A shiver coursed through me. “I jerked off to the image of you like this, the pictures in my head, how you’d feel.” His big body shook atop mine as he retreated just an inch and shoved back in, groaning. “Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined the reality of it.”

  I panted, Mal so big, thick, and long that there wasn’t any part of me he wasn't touching.

  He pulled back and looked down at my face, kissing me softly before murmuring, “Are you okay?”

  I nodded, because I couldn’t find my voice, but smiled because I didn't want him to think I couldn’t handle this.

  “Hold me. Touch me. God, touch me, Delilah.”

  I wrapped my arms around him, urging Mal without words to keep going, bringing his mouth to mine, and moaning as encouragement. He started to move, pulling his hips back and then pushing them forward. Every time he thrust back into me, I could feel my pussy stretch, that burn leaving little by little and being released with pleasure. It was like nothing I’d ever imagined before. And then he started picking up speed until he was doing the age-old movement of intimacy.

  He broke the kiss and stared into my eyes, the loving look on his face so deep, so penetrating, I felt it surround me.

  “God, I love you,” he groaned, and my breath caught. Had I heard him right? “I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you.”

  I didn’t know what to say. His words, coupled with the very intimate act we were sharing, nearly had me crying. But I sucked it up and pulled him closer, my hand cupping the back of his head as I brought him to my lips once more.

  “You don't have to say it back—”

  “I love you,” I whispered against his mouth, cutting him off. “I love you. I love you. I love you, Mal.” It was as if this dam had broken free inside me. We’d been tiptoeing around each other seemingly forever, nitpicking, pushing buttons, teasing, biting back with words. But it had been these turbulent emotions that had driven us.

  A part of me hated the strange, new emotions Mal roused in me. And I knew that he got under my skin because it tu
rned him on.

  He groaned against my mouth and started taking control of the kiss, delving his tongue into my mouth, claiming every inch of me.

  “Don’t hold back,” I found myself saying. “Let me experience everything with you.” The words were out before I could stop them, but I didn’t want to.

  “God, you can’t say stuff like that. I’m barely hanging on.”

  “I’m so far past hanging on it’s not funny.”

  With a guttural noise, he pulled out of me, but before I could protest, he had me flipped over so I was now on my belly. Chest on the bed, I could feel his warm, humid breath on my lower back. I closed my eyes and tightened my hold on the sheets to try to stabilize myself.

  He wedged his leg between mine and forced them apart so he could settle right where I wanted him. The muscles of my inner thighs stretched and strained, but when I felt his cock nudge at the opening of my pussy again before sliding home, I anticipated what was next.

  I lifted my ass, telling him without words to give me more.

  He breathed harshly behind me and groaned, his warm breath moving along my shoulder blades. “I am so in love with you. So. In. Love. With. You.” His hands were on either side of my head, his forearms muscular and vein-roped. And then I felt his cockhead nudge my opening. I lifted up a little more, allowing him to go right where I ached. Right in me.

  We both cried out as he slid in deep. And then he stilled.

  “I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”

  The discomfort was still definitely there, but the pleasure was at its peak.

  “Don’t stop.” The words were but a pleasure-whisper from my mouth.

  Mal made this deep noise, one that told me he was probably done reining it in. He pulled out and pushed back in. Nice and easy. Slow and steady as he let me get used to this new position. But as the seconds ticked by, I realized he was picking up speed until he now slammed into me over and over again, his thrusting feral, as if he had no control. I felt his self-restraint slip until he now pounded into me like a madman.

  The sound of wet sex, of my body greedily sucking at his, as if it needed him deeper, needed to be filled even more, was a roar inside me. Mal drove me to the brink and then forced me over as I free-fell into pleasure and climaxed around him, my pussy sucking and clenching around his cock.

  I bent my knees slightly, allowing myself to spread wider, to angle my pussy up just a little, and he slid. In. Deeper.

  “Jesus,” he barked out, our skin damp from sweat.

  Our flesh slapped together in the most obscene, erotic ways. And it filled my ears. Any discomfort was long gone. I was just this little boat in an ocean of sensations.

  When I heard him groan out, deep and long, I knew he was about to come. Mal covered my back with his chest and wedged a hand between my body and the mattress, finding my clit and rubbing the bud with swift circles.

  “One more time, Delilah. Come for me once more, baby, and let's get off together.”

  That was all it took; his fingers on my body, the sound of his gruff voice by my ear, and his huge cock tunneling in my pussy, sent me over the edge once more.

  I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t think as every single sensation slammed into me until I was flying so high I’d never come back to the ground.

  Mal tensed behind me and let out a long, loud grunt before he came. And I felt him orgasming inside me. I felt his cock jerk in my pussy, the thickness pulling a gasp from me.

  And then he filled me up.

  His orgasm seemed to go on and on, his hips jerking against me as if he couldn’t control himself, and all I could do was feel him. I brought this out in him.

  And when he was finally spent, we both collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily. He shifted us so my back was to his chest. And then he just held me.

  I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and I was still very much aware of the fact that Mal was still buried deep in my pussy. I didn't want him to leave, didn’t want to feel that separation. And with every little jerk I felt his cock make inside me, it told me he was still feeling the little aftereffects of what we’d just done.

  My inner muscles clenched around his length in my post-orgasmic bliss, as if my body wanted him to know too what he did to me, the effect he caused within me.

  “I’m never letting you go,” I heard him murmur against my hair, and I tried to open my eyes, but I was so tired. “I’m too selfish, and I love you too much to ever let you go.”

  I turned my head, my eyes barely open, but enough that I could see his face, the shadows wrapped around him even more. I could smell our desire in the air, a thick and heady scent that had my pussy clenching around him again. He groaned as he closed his eyes, his arms tightening around me even more.

  “I love you,” I whispered and kissed him, soaking in those words forever.

  12

  Mal

  It was the sound of something waking me that had me opening my eyes and staring into the darkness. I was still in Delilah’s bed, her deliciously nude body pressed to mine, her back to my chest, one of my legs thrown over hers, my hand shoved between her thighs.

  I snatched it out of the warm, perfect depths, cursing internally that even in sleep I couldn’t stop myself from touching her.

  I could have fallen back asleep, but I heard the sound again, and there was this little voice in the back of my head that said something wasn’t right. It wasn’t the sounds of the house settling, of the night creeping up around you. It was the noise of activity, of someone trying to be quiet.

  But her parents were gone, and Aiden was no doubt already passed out at the frat party.

  Delilah shifted against me, the perfectly round globes of her ass grinding against my cock, which was of course already rock-solid. I buried my face in the long fall of her hair and closed my eyes, breathing heavily, taking in her scent, before forcing myself to get up.

  After covering her with the blanket, I shoved my legs into my boxers, slipped my jeans on, and padded barefoot out of her room and to the bathroom. I stopped before I entered, listening, and when I didn't hear anything, I chalked up what I heard to paranoia.

  After using the bathroom, I was about to head right back to my girl, maybe even wake her up as I memorized her body with my lips and tongue, when I felt something. Or more acutely, I felt like I was being watched.

  “At first, I didn’t register that it was your vehicle in the driveway.” Aiden’s voice sounded slurred, no doubt from the heavy drinking he’d done tonight.

  My entire body was ramrod straight, my muscles tightening at the low, dangerous tone of his voice.

  “I’m trashed, so maybe I was seeing shit.” He laughed humorlessly. “Then I came inside, saw the textbooks I left at your place, and knew you came here to bring them back.”

  I looked around the darkened hallway, but my eyes were still adjusting from being in the bathroom with the lights on. I couldn’t see Aiden at first, but then I spotted him leaning against the wall, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, his back to the wall, one foot braced behind him. I could tell he was staring at me even though I couldn't see his face clearly with the shadows wrapped around him.

  “Then I thought, hey, maybe he crashed here. It’s not like he hasn’t done that before. I mean, I’ve always been here, but what the fuck ever. He’s like family.” Aiden pushed off the wall but didn’t make a move to come closer. “But it got me thinking—remembering—Delilah was here all by herself. It’s why I Ubered my ass home, even though I wanted to just crash at the party. I didn’t feel right leaving her by herself.” Aiden was silent for long moments, and I had no idea what the fuck to say.

  Here I was, shirtless, my jeans on but unbuttoned, and probably looking guilty as fucking hell. I mean… I’d just slept with Delilah, taken her virginity and given her mine, and it had been equal parts the most amazing and incredible experience of my life, and fucking filthy in the best of ways.

  “Then I take my drunk ass upstairs and fre
eze as I watch you come out of her room, looking all sexed up.”

  I felt it then. His anger. It was an icy blast that slammed into me and had me taking a step back.

  “So tell me, Malachi,” he said low as he moved a step closer. “What the fuck are you doing coming out of Delilah’s room looking like you just violated my sister?”

  I bristled at that. Violated her? What Delilah and I had done was fucking amazing, and even if Aiden was my best friend, this wouldn’t end well, because I couldn’t stand for him saying that bullshit.

  “Watch it,” I growled, curling my hands into tight fists at my sides, my jaw locked tight, my annoyance radiating through me.

  Aiden took another step closer then stopped and pierced me with an icy stare. I could see him clearly now, the moonlight coming through the large window that was placed above the front door and on the second level.

  “So spit it out, Mal. Fucking explain what it is you’re doing here looking like that.” Aiden raked his narrow-eyed glare up and down my partially dressed body. He curled his lip in disgust. “Because if you even say it was just you two having fun, I’m going to beat your fucking ass—”

  “I love her.” I let those words rumble out of me.

  Aiden’s body froze, his eyebrows lifting to his hairline. “What did you just say?”

  “I love Delilah so fucking much.”

  Aiden clenched his jaw, the sound of his teeth grinding loud in the hallway. “Since when? ’Cause this is fucking news to me.”

  I lifted a hand and ran it over the back of my head, my bicep flexing from the act. “Since the moment I saw her, man. Since the moment I fucking saw her.” My words were pitched low, but they held all the emotion I felt for Delilah. I exhaled, feeling deflated. “I don’t want to fight you, Aiden. You’re my best friend. But I will throw down if it comes to it, because I’m not giving Delilah up.”

  Aiden said nothing, just stood so still it was like he was a damn statue.

  “She’s too good for me,” I admitted, because it was the truth. “She’s beautiful and smart, funny and cunning. She’s too fucking good for me, but for some reason, she loves me too, and that’s all that matters, right?” My heart ached as I thought about her, talked about her. I felt that love I had for her wash through me. “I fucking love her, Aiden, and I’m not giving her up, not for anyone.”