Bound to Enemy

“No.” “I won’t laugh when you talk about a serious topic.” “No.” I sighed. “Wow, so you’re really not going to budge? Not even to give me a little hint?” “Never!” “Are you sure?” I asked with a smirk. Shawn narrowed his eyes into slits. “What are you up to? I don’t trust you right now.” “Nothing.” I shrugged and spoke in the most high-pitched voice I could muster so he could tell that it wasn’t nothing. Shawn could be so strong-willed when he wanted to be, and I wanted to try my best to see if I could make him c***k. “I really want to know what the surprise is, and you don’t want to give up that information,” I whined, leaning closer to him. “Whatever you’re doing right now, Ally, you need to stop.” “Why?” I leaned closer to him, and my cleavage, which was exposed in my V-neck dress, spilled out a bit. I caught Shawn’s eyes taking in my body before they snapped back to my face. I pressed a soft kiss on his check, trying to disarm him, but he didn’t c***k. I needed to do something more extreme to get his attention. I reached for his groin and slid my hand into his pants, wrapping it around his very hard c**k. His breath hitched and he gasped. This was daring, even for me. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this, because Shawn had always been the one to initiate every s****l activity we’d had. I was surprised that I was doing this. My heart pounded faster in my chest because I knew that James was just in front of us, with no partition separating us from him. He could just glance back and catch us, but somehow, I didn’t care. “Ally,” Shawn gasped, as I moved my hand up and down his shaft very slowly. “Just tell me what the surprise is, and I’ll stop.” But Shawn said nothing, willing himself to take it. “Alright then. Since this is the decision you want to make.” I slipped off the seat and fell to my knees, close to Shawn’s legs. He gasped and then reached for the button by the side of the door, pushing it so the partition whirred up, separating us from James. I’d never pleasured him before, and part of me was scared that I’d do it wrong, but tonight I had a kind of confidence that I’d never experienced. I unzipped his pants and then pulled out his c**k, which was hard and erect in front of me. Wetness pooled between my legs at the sight of it. With my eyes fixed on Shawn, I brought my head down and took in his c**k in one gulp, making sure it hit the back of my throat. I gripped the shaft and worked my way up and down with my hand while he was in my mouth. Shawn was so big that his c**k hitting the back of my throat made my eyes water, but I loved the challenge. I was a bit careful, moving slowly, but when I looked up and saw that Shawn was a writhing mess, I knew I was doing something right. That sparked more confidence, and I went down on him like a woman starved. I licked and sucked and slurped like my life depended on it. He sank his hand into my hair and pushed my head down, making me choke on it, which only intensified my hunger. “Arlene.” My name fell from his lips like music through his groans, and I wanted him to take me here and now. I looked up to see him looking down at me, and it made my entire body tingle. “Good girl,” he said with a pat on my cheek, and it took everything in me not to reach down and touch myself too. Shawn panted hard as I went harder and deeper, making sure I tried to take in every inch of him. His breathing became ragged after a while and then with a groan, he spilled himself inside of me as I licked him clean. I got off my knees, grabbed tissues from the side compartment, and cleaned him up, ignoring my soaked thong. Shawn pushed my hair aside and slammed his lips onto mine, kissing me. I returned it, running my hands through his hair. Damn, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I’d never had this much emotional and s****l chemistry with anyone before. And the crazy part? It kept creeping up on me. I didn’t know what to make of it. He pulled back and gazed at me, his eyes speaking a secret language I couldn’t translate. “What?” I chuckled, my cheeks heating up. “I didn’t know you had that in you.” I looked down shyly. “Had what in me?” He smiled. “Whatever that was. I liked it. No, I loved it.” “I did too.” He reached out again and kissed me softly, this time without all of the usual passion our kisses always had. It was soft and sweet and warm…everything I would want a kiss with someone I was in love with to be like. I pulled back quickly, my heart pounding with fear. Shawn was not someone I could be in love with, he could never be. I needed to avoid situations that would only break my heart. “We’re here,” James announced, cutting the moment short. Shawn led me out of the car and toward a beautiful, ivy-covered building. It looked extremely vintage and so gorgeous that I gasped. A wrought-iron gate stood ajar, revealing a charming courtyard bathed in the soft glow of fairy lights. “Where are we?” I asked, but before Shawn could respond, I heard music from the other side of the lawn. We walked for a while before we came face-to-face with a live band and a singular table. It was covered with a white tablecloth, candles, and red roses, which also filled the rest of the courtyard. I gasped again and turned to Shawn, who had a small smile on his lips, obviously pleased by how this had turned out. “Did you plan this?” “I did. I wanted to apologize for my parents and for being a jerk last week.” “But we hashed that out already.” “You needed a real apology.” No one had ever planned a “real apology” for me. I’d always had to settle for half-assed or no apologies all my life. The best part of this night was that there was no one else here. The entire restaurant had been transformed into a private space, just for us. I swallowed, debating if I deserved this or not. “You rented this entire place for us?” “Anything to show you how sorry I am. Do you like it?” I turned to him, a big smile on my face. “Like it? I f*****g love it. This is incredible.” We settled in and ate in silence, using a large chunk of our time to stuff our faces with food. After a little while, Shawn leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers in front of him. “I need advice, Ally,” he said. I paused. “About what?” “The rogue activity downtown. How have you been coping with it?” I sighed. This wasn’t the best dinner conversation, but I could tell that it was bothering him.