Loving the Enemy (Seven Forbidden Arts Book 0)

by Charmaine Pauls

  “Don’t you dare come already, Lily. When you come the first time, it’s going to be in my mouth.”

  She sucked in her breath at the wicked words, pushing her breasts out to him, not wanting him to stop.

  “My greedy Lily,” he said, chuckling, but didn’t torture her for long. He took her back in his mouth, and then sucked hard.

  She cried out, her hips pushing into him from their own accord. His jeans-covered erection rubbed against her, sending new waves of pleasure to her clit, and she pulled away quickly, wanting to focus on one, single touch at a time. This was her first time, and she wanted to remember every sensation.

  Jacob fondled one breast while he kissed the other, and then kissed the abandoned one, while he played with her wet nipple. The sight quickened Lily’s breath. His long lashes fell over his eyes as he groaned into the caress. Finally, when he lifted his head, she was a shivering mass of desire. His eyes locked onto hers as he moved his hand down her belly to her folds, dipping the first digit of one finger inside.

  “You want me,” he said as if it surprised him. “You’re so ready for me, sweetheart.”

  “I am.”

  He withdrew his hand and stilled, and Lily could almost see his mind starting up, the gears turning as he probably looked for all the reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this. Without breaking their gaze, Lily took over where he left off. She touched herself like she had never done before, and saw his eyes being pulled to the motion. His pupils dilated and contracted. He jerked his head to the side. Lily could see the self-control it took to look away from the way he clenched his teeth.

  “Lily, I–”

  She abandoned touching herself, which didn’t feel as good as when Jacob did, and pressed two fingers to his lips to silence him.

  He groaned loudly and lifted his head to the ceiling. In the next instant, he gripped her wrist hard and kept her hand in place while he sucked the glistening moisture from her fingers. Instead of shocking her, the act aroused her. She moved her fingers slowly in and out of his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around her flesh and bit down softly. Then he pulled her fingers from his mouth and released her.

  His breathing was strained. “This is getting out of control. Not even I can handle this much, Lily.”

  The words were meant as a warning, but she ignored them. She put her hand under his T-shirt and trailed her wet fingers down his chest, over his taut stomach muscles to his erection. “I could have died, today Jacob. We almost did, didn’t we?”

  He closed his eyes and grimaced, but instead of pulling away, he leaned into her hand and grinded his erection against her palm. “I wouldn’t have let anything happen to you.”

  “I could have died, not knowing this.”

  At that, he stared back at her, a renewed battle waging in his eyes.

  “I want this, Jacob. I’m ready. If not with you, I’ll find someone else.”

  Her words threw him off-kilter. She could tell that she had pissed him off. That seemed to tip the scale, because he lifted her off the counter, his fingers digging into the cheeks of her ass, and marched back into the bedroom. He dumped her in the middle of the bed, and before she could shift up to the headboard, he was on top of her.

  “Lily…”

  No more talking. She didn’t want to hear any more reasons why he couldn’t do this. He wanted it as much as she did. She strained her neck to meet his lips, but his hands cupped her face, keeping her head down.

  “Do you know what you’re doing, Lily?”

  “Yes. I’m going to make love with you.”

  He shook his head. “We’re not going to make love. If I take you, we’re going to fuck.”

  “Even better. As you said, I think I’ll like it hard.”

  He remained serious. “What I’m telling you is that you can’t fall in love with me.”

  That hurt more than a little. Too late, Jacob.

  “I know girls like to think they love their first fuck, but I can’t give you that. If we do this, it’s lust, not love. Can you handle that?”

  “Yes,” she lied. “Now shut up and do it.”

  He smiled down at her. “My brave little Lily. We’re not just going to ‘do it’, sweetheart. We’re going to take our time and do it right.” He let go to sit up, straddling her but keeping his weight off her body. “Have you ever seen a man naked?”

  She shook her head.

  “Thought so,” he said. “Then that’s a good place to start.”

  He got to his feet and undressed. It wasn’t a slow show that meant to tease or turn on, because Lily was already beyond turned on, and they both knew it. It was an act of efficiency, like everything Jacob did. It was simply the motion of removing the garments that stood in the way of fucking. Still, when he stood naked in front of her, Lily’s body heated even more. She sat up and scooted to the side of the bed. He was magnificent, tall and muscled, with chiseled features that reminded her of a Roman statue.

  She took her time to study him, the exceptional circumstances allowing her to put the shyness she may have normally felt away. Jacob had no problem standing there, allowing her to look at him. Her eyes followed a slow path down his smooth chest to the V that cut to his groin, and the large erection that held her gaze. She tried hard not to give in to a bit of fear as she contemplated his size. In the case of sex, bigger was supposed to be better, or so Clara had told her, but she wasn’t sure that all of that would fit.

  She felt his hands on her shoulders, and when she looked up, his gaze was both reassuring and apprehensive.

  “The first time is going to hurt,” he said, “no matter what.”

  She glanced back at his erection and wrapped her hand around the thick base, reveling in how his skin felt like velvet while his flesh was so hard. “Clara said it didn’t hurt much.”

  “A friend?”

  “Yes.” She licked her dry lips. “I’d like to taste you before we do anything else.”

  “If you suck my cock, baby, I won’t last.”

  “And if you start touching me, I know I’m going to lose myself in pleasure without getting to this.”

  He watched her through hooded eyes as she lowered her head, but he didn’t stop her. She folded both hands around the thick length while pressing her lips gently to the wide head. He hissed when she flicked out her tongue and trailed it down the slit, tasting what Jacob tasted like. It was a mixture of salt and male and power, and she knew she could get drunk on it if he let her. Taking him into her mouth stretched her lips. She sucked and bit down softly, just enough to tease.

  Jacob’s fingers dug into her shoulders. “Fuck.”

  He liked when she did that. Her hand moved down to cup his balls and feel their weight, and his skin contracted there at her touch. He shivered as she ran a finger down the seam from the root of his penis to his anus and back. She couldn’t fit much more than the head into her mouth, so she let him slide from her lips and licked down the underside instead. He liked that very much too, because he groaned and tilted his head back. When she licked her way up and over the tip again, he pushed her back.

  “Enough, baby. I don’t want to shoot in your mouth.” His jaw was tight. His bicep flexed as he gripped himself at the base and squeezed.

  “Okay.” She looked at his hand. “Don’t you want me to do that?”

  “I’m trying to stop myself from ejaculating.” He grimaced. “It’s been a while. And if you do this, I’m going to come all over your pretty breasts.”

  She leaned back. “Actually, that sounds hot.”

  “Fuck, Lily, you’re dangerous.” He gripped her hair in a ponytail. “I haven’t seen you buying birth control pills. Are you using another form of protection?”

  “With my over-protective father monitoring my purchases? I don’t think so.”

  He put his knee between her legs. “Move back.”

  Lily moved to the center of the mattress and positioned herself for him with her arms above her head and her legs spread.

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nbsp; Jacob stilled, staring at her. “Who taught you to do that? Clara?”

  “No. That’s how I want to be, so that you can look at me.”

  “You’re going to be a natural Delilah, Lily,” he said, “and I think you’ll have a good appetite for sex.”

  His eyes moved up and down her body. He pressed his thumb on the sensitive nub between her legs, causing a shudder of pleasure to run through her.

  “You’re beautiful here,” he said, “and I enjoy watching, but now I want to taste, so you’re going to have to open wider.”

  She did, anticipation alone making her even wetter than what she was, but instead of putting his lips where he promised, he started kissing her neck, working his way down her body with sharp nips of his teeth that he soothed with soft licks of his tongue. She found that she was most sensitive at the base of her neck and in her inner thighs.

  When his tongue moved up her folds at last, her back arched off the bed. She lifted up on her elbows. She wanted to watch. Seeing Jacob go down on her was a beautiful, erotic sight. He took a long time teasing her, licking her up and down and around her clit, before burying his tongue inside of her. Nothing else existed but Jacob, and his touch. Her whole being was focused on this one act, on the way he made her feel, bringing her to a breaking point she sensed was near. A tight, warm feeling pulled her abdominal muscles to a central point. She cried out. It was too sensitive. She wasn’t sure she could stand more. She tried to move her hips away from Jacob and to clench her knees together, but he placed his big hands on her thighs and pushed them wider apart.

  He lifted his head to look at her. “Hold on, sweetheart, you’re going to come.”

  When he buried his head between her legs again, he clamped his lips down on her clit and started to suck, light at first, and then hard.

  “Jacob…” Her scream filled the room as an explosion ripped through her, sending convulsions of pleasure over her body that accumulated and amplified in the tiny nub of nerves Jacob still held in his mouth.

  “No more.” She pushed on his shoulders, but he made her ride that all-consuming tide until she felt pinpricks in her toes as he kept on licking and nipping her clit.

  He only let up when her body was spent and her elbows couldn’t carry her weight any longer. She fell back, her vision a black haze dotted with white stars, barely aware of Jacob lifting himself from her body. He reached over her for something and she vaguely registered foil tearing and the condom he rolled on. She needed to feel grounded, needed to hold onto something, so she placed her hands on his shoulders. His skin was slick from perspiration, his muscles hard.

  Jacobs’s eyes were feverish as he grabbed her face between his hands and stared down at her. “Hit me, scratch me, do whatever it takes.”

  She didn’t understand his meaning. He shifted, and she could feel the head of his large erection between her swollen folds. Despite her release, it awakened a new need in her. She wanted to feel him inside, she wanted him to fill her. As soon as he started moving, pushing forward, she froze. He stretched her, and with the rush of blood the orgasm had sent to her sex, everything down there seemed over-sensitive. It was too much. She took a deep breath as he pushed forward another inch, making it feel as if he was impaling her, tearing her apart.

  She cried out and tried to shake her head, but he held her face tight, his jaw bunching as he pulled back a fraction before pushing another inch deeper.

  She shoved on his chest. Her inner walls contracted as her body fought to push him out.

  “Lily, baby, relax. Let me in.”

  She couldn’t help it. It burned. She couldn’t take more. He was too big. Her vision blurred as he moved again, claiming another inch. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

  “You’re so tight. Oh, Lily. Sweetheart, I’m sorry.” He planted soft kisses on her eyes and lips.

  This wasn’t what she had expected. It was nothing like his mouth.

  “I can’t. I can’t do this,” she said through her tears.

  “It’ll get better, I promise.”

  Lily dug her nails into his shoulders, pushing back into the mattress to escape the sensation. It felt as if he was tearing her body in two. Jacob gritted his teeth. He pulled out and moved back in, deeper this time.

  Lily cried out again, pinching her eyes shut for long seconds. When she opened them again, she saw Jacob looking down at where their bodies were joined.

  “I’m halfway in.”

  She tried to take deep breaths, but she felt more like hyperventilating.

  “That’s right,” Jacob said. “Take a deep breath for me, baby.” He pulled out of her almost completely, and then slammed back in.

  For a second she couldn’t utter a sound, not even a scream. She shook as the pain coiled through her, but Jacob didn’t give her time to ponder how much it hurt. He started moving slowly, increasing the burning sensation. Realizing that he wasn’t going to let up, she gave up fighting him, accepting the feeling of being over-filled to the point of ripping.

  Jacob was caressing her face with his hands and his lips. He wiped away her tears with his thumbs and kissed her cheeks, never altering his pace. He didn’t skip a beat.

  “It’s all right, Lily, baby.”

  His words were tender and encouraging, but she didn’t register half of the sweet nothings he whispered in her ear as he fucked her slow and steady. He grunted and stilled, clenching his ass and grinding his hips forward, making her cry out again with the discomfort of feeling him even deeper inside of her.

  “Fuck.” He gritted his teeth. “Oh fuck.” His head fell back and he uttered a low groan. His breathing was erratic. He let go of her face to grab the base of his cock, and Lily realized Jacob was trying hard not to come.

  Instinctively, she relaxed her inner muscles around him. She hadn’t realized that she had been clenching her knees to his thighs, pushing with all her might, but now her legs fell open as she made a conscious effort to soften her channel.

  “Yes,” he groaned again, “that’s good, sweetheart. It’s easier if you don’t grip my cock so tight.”

  She was wet, so he slid out easily, and moved back in with less of the earlier friction. Slowly, the stretching and burning turned into something different–a deep, carnal pleasure that had her heart speeding up so much she could hear the blood gush in her ears. Her moans changed from cries of pain to whimpers of ecstasy.

  “Yes,” Jacob hissed. “Oh God, Lily, tell me it’s good.”

  “Ah.” She was falling deep into an inferno of pleasure that was burning her alive. Her world ceased to exist. All she could process were the feelings that Jacob made her experience. Jacob let go of his erection, and when he plunged into her, it felt as if he touched her very soul.

  “Tell me,” he said.

  “It’s … good.”

  It was building again, that wave of pleasure. She was breathing harder. The sounds she made were soft moans of feminine pleasure that contrasted with Jacob’s powerful grunts. Her inner muscles started to flutter, coming back to life with a new sensitivity, one that only held pleasure and no pain.

  Her eyes widened at the intensity. She realized this time was going to be much harder than the first, and she wasn’t sure she could take it.

  Her voice was filled with fear. “Jacob…”

  “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”

  His expression shifted from tender concern to one of male possession, of a predator getting ready for the kill. It was seeing a raw part of Jacob that could only come to the surface in this moment, in the build-up to his release. He started moving faster, taking her higher, and when her muscles tensed in preparation for the explosion, Jacob finally let go of his restraint. He moved deep and fast, fucking her so hard he had to keep her body in place with his hands. She saw it in his eyes, his release stretching, stretching… His jaw muscles bunched as he kept one hand on her hip, the other on her thigh, pushing her open for him as he took everything she could give, but giving all in exchange. There was no mor
e gentle, no more holding back. Then his mouth opened, but no sound escaped, and his hand moved from her thigh to her clit. He pinched softly. She came so hard she thought she’d pass out.

  Jacob’s body jerked with spasms of ecstasy that shook him harder than ever. He looked down and saw Lily’s blood on her pale thighs, her soft muscles still quivering with the aftershocks of her second orgasm. A deep sense of possession filled him. Knowing how heavy he was, he turned, bringing Lily’s body with him, because he had no intention of pulling his cock out of her yet, leaving his dick cold. He’d rather remain buried in her. Indefinitely. She flinched as he moved, and his male satisfaction at being her first, at staking that claim, turned morbid. Fuck, she was small and tight, but he had no idea it was going to be this hard for her.

  Neither had he any way of knowing it would be this intense.

  With a feeling of remorse playing at the back of his mind, he claimed her lips, kissing her long and soft until she became breathless. He watched her beautiful face, her huge eyes, and smoothed her black hair from her forehead. “I didn’t know it was going to hurt this bad, baby.” He kissed her lips again.

  She gave a soft, tired smile. “You’ve never had a virgin before?”

  He wasn’t going to taunt her with the knowledge of his past lovers. “I’ve never had sex with a woman so tight before.”

  She closed her eyes and nestled against his chest. “You’re just modest about having a big penis.”

  That made him smile. “I would have prepared you with my hand, but I wanted to make you come with my cock so badly, and I couldn’t last much longer.”

  The little minx snickered. “Giving in to your cave man fantasies?”

  Damn, he had fantasies about what he was still going to do to her that no decent man should have, especially not so soon after taking her so hard. For her fucking first time. He had scared himself at the end, at how he had lost control with her. If Lily knew how much power she had over him, he was screwed.