Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “E-Er-ic… oh, my…oooooooooohhhhhhh!” An unfamiliar guttural groan rips from my chest, every muscle in my body twitching and tightening deliciously.

  “Give it to me, Elia. Give me that sweet cum, sweetheart.” Eric’s tongue flattens against my pussy, lapping and sucking at me as he groans. My eyes are so heavy with lust, when I open them to look up at him my surroundings are hazed. Eric trails delicate kisses down my thigh then up my stomach before latching around a nipple. I rake my fingers through his hair and drag my nails across his back as his mouth works up toward mine.

  “Damn, Elia, that pussy’s sweet,” he grunts.

  He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me to his hips, and my legs encircle him as his hand clasps my neck. His mouth roughly crashes against mine, and I can taste myself on his lips. It’s different, not quite what I’d expect, though I can’t really explain what I expected. Eric carries me to the bed where he gently lay me down onto the mattress and settles between my legs. His erection is pressed against the front of his pants, forming a massive bulge behind the fabric. Please God, let that be an illusion. There’s no way he’s that…

  He pops the button on his pants then slowly drags the zipper open and shoves his pants down his thighs. My breath stills in my throat because the closer I come in contact with his… ahem, the tighter my chest constricts.

  So I’m a bookstore virgin… I’ve read about the throes of passion in many of my favorite classic romance novels—Mr. Darcy will forever be the original book boyfriend. I’ve even seen a penis before. Call it mild curiosity, if you will, but the illusion of a man’s—cock?—on your computer screen and vivid before your eyes… well you can’t quite compare. And while Eric’s—cock?—is still clad in silky black boxer briefs, just the impression it’s forming against the material has me taken aback. No romance novel, website, or magazine could ever prepare a virgin for the very moment their cherry is about to be popped.

  My cheeks flush red at just the thought, but I’m no prude. I know that’s how men think, but it’s not like that. I just can’t believe what’s about to happen.

  I can’t believe how turned on I am right now. I...I can’t believe how ready I feel, either. It makes me think about all my favorite romance novels...and they couldn’t totally prepare me, but they didn’t let me down. This fire in my blood measures up to everything I thought that only fantasy could bring.

  “Eric, I want to feel you inside me,” I moan, looking into his eyes.

  There’s a hunger in his eyes that must match my own.

  I’m desperate for his every touch and I am aching for it. “Please,” I whimper.

  “Mmm, Elia, fuck,” Eric says, grazing his teeth over my neck now. “You won’t have to beg me again. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so much in my life.”

  My lower lip trembles.

  Eric’s mouth closes over my neck, pressing kisses along my neck while I feel his cock line up on my opening. He spreads my labia with the head of his cock and I struggle to breathe.

  My hips have a will of their own and I press harder into him.

  “Elia,” Eric moans against my neck, his teeth closing over my skin so lightly as the tip of his cock slides inside me, inch by inch.

  Every moment he gets more inside me, fills me up with that enormous cock, I try harder to breathe. I’m gasping huge gulps of air and I can’t take it. My hips roll forward. My fingers press tightly against him, holding him against me. And my pussy clenches around him, fluttering almost as I take in every perfect moment of him breaking through every mental barrier that I thought was going to make me nervous about the actual moment.

  I’m not nervous anymore. I’m ravenous. I move my hands to grasp his ass and I push him into me, lifting my legs up higher and roll my hips harder, pressing myself against him until he’s fully sheathed inside of me. Moans desperately flow from my lips and I take every last drop of his pleasure.

  Speaking of drops, I am so wet that I feel my arousal sliding slick down my thighs. “Fuck, I’m so wet, Eric. I didn’t know that I could get so wet.” I find that virgin or not, I’ve read enough romance novels and watched enough porn to know that talking during sex, well, when you can manage it is pretty damn hot.

  I mean, Eric’s got this enormous cock. A real footlong. And he’s slamming it deep inside me, thrust after thrust.

  I’m shaking. Shivering. My whole body is breaking out in a sweat, the sheen covering my body. I breathe harder and the feelings coursing through my body are just incredible. My nipples ache, and breasts feel tight and sensitive. My stomach burns with a warm heat that’s building up pressure inside me. I cry out and and every breath makes the thrills more and more intense.

  “Oh Goooood!” I cry out. I’ve never felt anything so incredible as the sensations coursing through my body right now.

  “That’s right, cum for me baby,” Eric says, his lips tracing back up to my lips and closing over mine. He swallows my sighs, my moans, my every drop of pleasure as I feel the explosion within me, simmering hotter and closer to the surface.

  I break our kiss, gasping. “Fuuuck, yes, I am!” I curl my face into the curve of his neck where it meets his strong shoulders, breathing in the scent of him as my eyes roll back in their orbits. I feel like my whole body is vibrating and a gush of wetness escapes my trembling pussy. I feel empty of the pressure inside of me but the thickness of Eric’s cock pumping harder and harder into me creates a new pressure, like a note tapped out on a piano on a higher scale.

  My arms and legs feel wobbly and I think I might fall. I cling to Eric.

  “I’ve got you,” he says, pulling me tighter against him.

  “Ride me, Elia. I want to see your perfect breasts bouncing while you take my cock,” Eric says, biting his lip as he watches me rise up, still impaled by him.

  I position myself, moving my body around on his and feeling myself wobble. “I’m nervous,” I tell him. I wish I hadn’t said it, but his hand cups my cheek so tenderly that I’m grateful I did.

  “Why?”

  “Because...until...I was virgin,” I say, my eyes avoiding his.

  “Elia,” Eric breathes my name and his fingers trace along my jawline.

  I look at him, unable to resist smiling at the way he said my name.

  “Your body knows what it wants. Find your own rhythm.” His words are incredibly sensual and something about the warm look in his eyes makes my body ache even further with need, and I have the distinct urge for him to touch my nipples. “You feel goddamn perfect, trust me, you can’t do anything wrong here.”

  I feel my face heat. I start to move on him and the sensation makes my legs tremor uncontrollably. I put a hand to his chest, and one of his hands lightly circles my wrist.

  His other hand leaves my face, and Eric palms the small of my back. The heat of his touch there helps me trust my instinct, something comforting and erotic about even this simple touch.

  Rolling my hips, I thrust forward and feel his cock move inside me, then lift my ass up and push forward onto it. I can’t decide if I want to watch his face or see Eric’s cock getting swallowed up by my pussy. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I’m still shaking but it only adds to the pleasurable sensations swelling up inside me.

  I suck in a breath, knitting my eyebrows together at the pleasure, almost sharp, when I start to ride Eric’s cock faster, slamming myself harder on him. I pull my hand back from his chest, letting my fingers trace down his perfect abs for a moment before I bring my hands back to either side of my hips, pressing down on the bed and gripping the sheets for purchase. I find a steady rhythm and I’m bouncing up and down on him. I can barely breathe, his cock slamming so deep into me that it damn near knocks the wind out of me every time, and I’m shivering still from the intensity of sensations. But I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. It feels better than anything I have ever felt in my life.

  Eric’s hands grip my hips, his fingers pressing into my skin. His touch, even as we’re fucking
like this, is so sexy that I almost giggle like I’m being tickled or something. I’ve never felt such a pure, raw amount of pleasure at anything before and it is starting to overwhelm me.

  My body threatens to turn to jelly all over again and I feel my clit twitch. The sensations overtake me like thunder striking in a quiet night. Because if I thought riding him felt good, the instant my next orgasm takes hold, I’m gasping for air and shaking like I just sat on an earthquake. I nearly do giggle now, just giddy with lust.

  “What’re you thinking about, Elia? Your smile is so sexy when you cum,” Eric says, pulling my hips up and down so fast that I can’t breathe and staccato moans and pants escape my lips.

  I narrow my eyes at him for a second to say, really, you expect me to answer. But I can’t hold onto the sass because I’m falling over the edge of a cliff of pleasure so intense that every muscle in my body tenses, then relaxes. My pussy strangles his cock, milking out the thick jet of cum that he shoots into my pussy as he cums.

  I watch his face. Eric moans, his eyes closed and his perfect face a mask of pure pleasure. There has never been a more erotic sight. My fingers trial to my clit and I start rubbing it in circles, the instinct kicking in at the sight of him cumming. When Eric’s eyes open again, his eyes take in me rubbing my clit and he pulls out his cock.

  I gasp, feeling utterly helpless when he moves my hand away from my pussy and squealing when he flips me so that I’m laying down on back. His takes his cock and rubs the head through my slick folds, the heat and weight of it landing on my clit.

  Eric bends and draws one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking it in, swirling his tongue around it, making me arch my back.

  When I do, I feel him pull his cock down and back inside me. His mouth releases my breast with a wet pop, licking down the curve, and then he asks, “are you sore? Are you okay?” His eyes look up into mine, searching for a reaction.

  I feel this tension in the air, nothing bad, but some anxiety he has and some struggle he’s facing...Eric is holding back because he doesn’t want to hurt me.

  “No, I have never felt more incredible. Please don’t take it easy on me, show me what you’ve got,” I say, my eyes hooded with lust as I look down at every inch of his muscled pectorals and incredible eight-pack abs. I had no idea real men could even look like this.

  “God, I want you so damn bad, Elia.” Eric thrusts back inside me, filling me up so completely.

  For the few seconds I can form thoughts, I think that I had no idea a man could fuck like this, either. I moan loudly, and I don’t even feel shy about it like I thought I might. The pleasure is so intense that I can’t bother to feel shy because I’m too busy working my hips up to meet his.

  Eric’s hands capture my wrists, bringing my hands above my head. I watch the waves in his body as he rolls his hips and slams into me. His cock almost completely leaves my pussy and then he pumps back into me in long, slow strokes that in no time at all seem to have me whimpering for more.

  “You’re insatiable,” he says with a sexy laugh.

  I swear, Eric’s smile is so gorgeous, I think that could make me cum.

  Just then, he releases one of my wrists and brings his thumb to my clit.

  My eyes about pop out of my head, because that cocky grin he’s sporting now with the circles he works over my clit already have a pressure so intense building inside me that I cry out. I want to beg, scream, or just keep moaning because every sound makes the waves of pleasure crash down harder all over my body.

  Eric brings his mouth to my other breast, tongue tracing the swell of it before he captures that nipple in his mouth. He sucks hard, a tight suction that makes my eyes slam shut as all of the sensations overtake me.

  I feel almost like I’m going to black out from just how intense all of the pleasure is. My eyes flutter open because I want to look at him.

  I could never get tired of looking at Eric. My eyes go to those strong arms, one still holding my wrist. I take my free hand and stroke his cheek, letting my fingers fall down his neck and his whole perfect body, then moving around to hold onto one of his ass cheeks, demanding more from him as I pull him toward me.

  Eric releases my other hand and I instantly go to grip his ass with my other hand.

  “I’ve got something in mind. I’m going to fuck you so deep that the next time you cum, you might forget your own name,” Eric says, looking at me with such a cocky grin and an almost smugness in his eyes.

  I’d say he’s earned it all, because my legs feel like they’re made of fire and jelly and my pussy is so wet it feels like a hurricane hit it, so I just enjoy how gorgeous that self-assured look on his face shows off his perfect dimples. “Mmm, I don’t doubt that,” I admit to him. I really don’t. Not after how he’s made me feel tonight.

  Dropping my arms to my side, I watch him draw both of my legs up with kind of a dazed look. Partially because I’m still in awe of his perfect body, and also because I can’t believe how high up he’s pushing my legs. I feel so exposed, which is a silly thing for me to think I suppose after everything that’s happened tonight, but I have to fight holding my breath to prepare for just how deep he’s going to fuck me.

  I know now from riding Eric that the more I let myself breathe, the better it feels, so when he presses the head of his cock to my wet pussy, I take in a deep breath, and release it slowly as he slides back into me.

  “Ohhh!” I cry out, my slow breathing ruined when I feel how completely full I am. There’s a low ache in my belly, like molten heat ready to erupt. My eyes can’t focus and even though I’m laying flat, I feel like I’m going to fall or something.

  Eric stays inside me like this for a moment, letting my body adjust to him, feeling all the places inside me that he’s stroked so well tonight as this new angle brings undiscovered pleasures to my body.

  I suck in my lips, moaning, and look into Eric’s eyes. He looks into mine. “I feel so alive when you’re inside me,” I tell him with a voice barely above a whisper.

  I know that he hears me, though, because a look of raw arousal spreads over his face. Eric thrusts deep, taking long, fast strokes into me that stay so deep that I can barely summon the strength to respond the way I want to. I draw my legs up higher, spreading them further apart, and press me body towards him, meeting his every thrust with one of my own. I crave the every sensation that his body offers, aching to feel every perfect inch of him deep inside me.

  I honestly had no idea that sex could feel so good. I certainly didn’t know that I could cum so much, and when I feel another orgasm boiling to the surface, I know that I want him to cum again with me. “Eric...you’re...so...hard,” I pant. “Cum with me!” I moan out quickly, his thrust punctuating my words and drawing a squeal out of me.

  “Elia,” Eric groans my name, and he starts pumping even harder, faster, and I feel how rock hard his cock is inside me. I mean, it was already so hard but it feels like steel wrapped in velvet and hot as hell as he pumps into me. I feel the my own orgasm starting to come over me, and when my pussy starts to squeeze Eric’s cock, I feel him erupt within me, too. He shoots so much cum inside me that I feel my own arousal mingling with his as they both leak out down my thighs. My legs collapse, unable to withstand the intensity and I can’t summon the strength to make myself. My arms wrap around Eric, pulling him closer to me.

  His arms capture me and roll us over so that he’s holding me tight against his chest. Something about this feels...well it feels like more than just me choosing not to resist the attraction we both share. I’m desperate for his every touch and it feels like he needs to hold me tight against him. I place my head against his chest and hear Eric’s thundering heartbeat. I feel close to him.

  I don’t expect this onslaught of emotions, but it is so intense that it chokes me up for a second, stops my breathing and makes my own heart hammer in my chest. All the anxiety of why I shouldn’t sleep with Eric hasn’t come back, but there’s something else that threatens beneath the surfac
e. It isn’t bad so much as new, and as I struggle to regain control of my haggard breathing, I try to focus on the blissful feelings still washing over me.

  Eric kisses the top of my head and his hands stroke up and down my back. I wiggle a little and feel him pull his cock out of me. I yelp at the exit, feeling so empty. If I had any energy, I might demand him back inside of me. But Eric and I are both still breathing heavily. We’re slick, covered in sweat, and I feel how wet my thighs are with our shared arousal. I shift a little and realize that our cum has made me sticky. I curl against his side and dip my finger down, stroking some of the cum from my thigh, and bring it to my lips.

  “You want to taste us?” Eric says, clearly aroused by this idea.

  “I want us to taste us,” I say, bringing the finger to my lips, sucking up the creaminess, and then pressing my mouth to his. I don’t know why this occurred to me but it seemed so erotic, and kissing Eric with our cum between our lips is so sexy that my nipples start to ache while we’re kissing. I climb back on him, pressing myself into his chest so that I feel his hard chest crushing the soft pillows of my breasts.

  I finally break the kiss after our tongues dance over each other’s, first to savor our shared taste, and then just to savor each other. I rub my lips together, feeling how deliciously sore they are like the rest of me, perfectly aching from all this pleasure. I feel well-used, like, not in a gross way...more like a paperback that’s been well-read. I’m still good for sale. Okay, not like that! I’m feeling light and silly, and I consider sharing my odd thoughts with Eric, but I find myself looking at him instead. Wondering what he’s thinking.

  His fingers are tracing over my skin and he’s just looking at me. Something about this moment just feels too perfect for words, so I don’t ruin it with any. I lay my head against his chest and we look into each other’s eyes for a long time before I start to feel my eyelids getting draggy.