Under My Enemy's Roof: An Enemies to Lovers Romance Collection (Under Him Book 7)

by Jamie Knight

  Slowly, it started to come back. Who I was, where I was and what had happened. I was in Augustus’s room. He had brought me there the night before. He had made me my first Jell-O shots and I might have over indulged.

  I definitely over indulged. He actually had to take the tray away to stop me. Not that I relented right away. I remembered his arms around me, lifting me from the floor and carrying me to his room. Stripping me down he tucked me up.

  I didn’t think he was the one to make me cum. He hadn’t really touched me since that morning when we had oral sex. I guessed he didn’t want to make the first move. It would be too aggressive or something.

  To be fair, the last time had been an out-of-the-blue, planets aligning kind of thing. I didn’t think either of us really saw it coming, as wonderful as it was. I was worried it might make things weird again but it really didn’t.

  Things just went back to what it was like after we called our truce and agreed to be friends. Augustus didn’t seem to mind at all as long as we were together and I was happy. He really was serious about my body being mine.

  Finding my clothes I went out into the common space to see what was what. I thought maybe Augustus might have gone and slept in my room but it was nothing so drastic. He was asleep on the couch, the TV displaying the DVD menu for a special edition of Haxen. I changed my clothes and made us both breakfast.

  “Thanks,” I said when he was up.

  “Not a problem. Empathy, remember?”

  I did but only after he said it. I was about to say it was mighty Christian of him but stopped myself. He probably wouldn’t like it and wouldn’t say so. I reflected, mostly for the first time, on how words really did shape understanding. All religions might not be created equal, the main difference between a religion and a cult being time and popularity, but that wasn’t a bad thing.

  ‘Religion’ was really just a term to apply to a particular kind of group. Whether they are Catholic or Satanist, Jewish or Muslim or any one of the other world religions and countless sects and spin-offs, any religion is only as good as the people in it. Which is how there can come to be so much difference even under certain umbrellas. Sufis having almost nothing in common with Shiites and the hardline Opus Dei don’t have much in common with the far more moderate Franciscans. It was all about finding where you belonged.

  When faced with the extremist Catholicism of my upbringing compared with the gentle, moderate LaVeyism of the Graves, I was starting to find a happy in between.

  The day was uneventful. The two of us went about our day in a comfortable silence. The rhythms of our life together set and refined by nearly three months of close cohabitation. Neither of us setting foot outside the dorm for almost all that time.

  We really didn’t have anything to hide or much to prove. The heating was doing its job almost too well and I was down to yoga shorts and a sports bra. Augustus was kicking the Nick Cave look in jeans and a white tank top, which showed not only his body but what he had allowed to be done to it. At first I was mildly shocked at the extent of his tattoos and scarring but in time I got to recognize the beauty.

  We couldn’t read each other’s minds. That would be silly to even suggest. It was more like muscle memory and the ability to read the micro movements in each other’s bodies. Though it also helped that we had a long-established chore-wheel which we were both too polite not to follow.

  The couch creaked under us as we flopped down, heavy with the hearty, healthy dinner we had worked together to create.

  “What’s your pleasure?” Augustus inquired, holding up a selection of DVDs for me to peruse.

  I made my selection at random, though I could tell from his expression that I was in for quite the experience.

  Horrifying doesn’t even begin to cover it and that is in the most fundamental way. Most ‘horror’ movies strike at the most superficial of fears. Mostly in a way that could never really happen. The shock being visceral rather than emotional.

  What was unfolding before me was the antimatter to that. A simple but engaging story, presented in a raw, documentary style with a truly shocking ending that literally left me hyperventilating.

  Sweetheart that he was, Augustus held me close and stroked my back, waiting for me to calm down.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, my mind still spinning.

  It wasn’t much. Just a little kiss. A peck really, on my cheek. Still, it was enough. A trainload of desire rattling through me all at once. To my shame I basically pounced on him, kissing him hard, while trotting him. Feeling him growing hard. He was rubbing on my pussy through our clothes getting me wet.

  “Sorry,” I said, breaking away.

  “What for?”

  “This.”

  “Trust me, it’s okay.”

  “I feel like I’m teasing you?”

  “How so?” Augustus asked, lifting me up as he got into a sitting position, setting me down gently beside him.

  I had to think about that one for a minute. Not least because I wasn’t really keen on saying that I really wanted him to fuck me. I really did want him to but also wanted to stay pure for my husband. It was really only then that the idea of sexual ‘purity’ was ridiculous. It was a cock, not cocaine. Though, from what I understood both could become really addictive.

  “I-I can’t.”

  “Are you talking about sex?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I figured that. I mean you’re a virgin right and your particular type of religion isn’t happy about the idea of premarital sex.”

  “That’s putting it mildly,” I said, unable to keep from smiling.

  “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

  “I want to!” I blurted, my cheeks immediately warming.

  “I get it, we’ll just have to wait. It’s fine,” he said, gently squeezing my hand.

  “My bum is okay.”

  The words were out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying. Even though I meant every word.

  It was a way for us to be intimate while still preserving the virginity the church seemed to be so obsessed with, while not being too specific about it. The general assumption being that it meant vaginal virginity because that was the only one it was possible to detect. I really loved Augustus and wanted to make him feel good anyway I could.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes, I want you to do it to me in my ass,” I said, my voice only slightly wavering on the last word.

  “Take off your clothes.”

  My sports bra came off first, freeing my tits, the nipples already really hard. Then my shorts hit the floor, gathered around my ankles. I stepped out of them, leaving me naked. Standing in front of me, Augustus cupped my face in his muscular hands and kissed me. Both desire and calm rushing through me like a raging river. Taking me by the hand, he led me into the bathroom.

  I’d expected him to put me in the shower and quickly scrub me down. Instead, it was a leisurely soak in the tub. Every muscle in me relaxing as Augustus washed every inch of my skin. Paying particular attention to my pussy and asshole. I really did not understand how good ass play could feel when done right.

  Pulling the plug, the Augustus guided me up and out of the quickly empty tub and into the warmth of a nice big towel. Holding me for a moment, so I could warm up again, Augustus dried me off. Again, taking the greatest amount of care. Thoroughly drying every inch of me.

  “Which room?”

  “Y-yours,” I said.

  Swooping me up into his his arms and grasping me with a passionate kiss, my beautiful lover conveyed me bride style across the threshold of his bedroom, laying me out on the bed. Starting at my neck he gave me a full body massage, making me feel like I was floating on a cloud of pure bliss.

  His skilled hands rubbing my pelvis in a way that actually made my lower muscles slack. I was relaxed as it was possible to be. Both of my tight virgin holes open and ready for him.

  Leaving a hand on my belly to maintain contact, Augustus undressed one handed,
allowing me to see all of him at once. I can’t keep my jaw from dropping.

  He looked like a shrine. A monument of his faith come to life in flesh and blood. Only his beautiful and massive cock, standing at a right angle from his body, left untouched by ink or scar.

  I watched as he climbede on the bed with me. My eyes pulled to his magnificent manhood. Imagining what it might feel like to have it deep inside me. Pumping me gently and then harder until -

  My train of thought was derailed by the touch of his tongue. Light and soft, directly on my clit. Starting up in slow circles, Augustus mixed in long licks as well. Lapping my pink, virgin pussy from bottom to top, before spiraling my tongue around my clit.

  Just when I thought I couldn’t handle anymore, he stopped. Sucking hard on my clit made me shiver with joy as he slipped two fingers all the way onto my wet and ready little cunt and finger fucked me until I nearly passed out pleasure. I had no idea such pleasure waspossible and was eager to learn more. I wanted him to teach me everything.

  Keeping two fingers in me, Augustus reached over to the night stand and took out a bottle of lube.

  “Makes things easier,” he explained before I had a chance to ask.

  Gently, my sweet lover guided me onto my belly, getting me into what I’d heard called doggy style. I held my ass high in the air like an offering. Wanting him to do whatever he wanted with me. I trusted him completely and knew that whatever he did would feel amazing.

  There were more touches on my asshole, light and passing as he buried his face between my thighs and devoured my pussy. I was coming in minutes. My ass and pussy both opening up wide.

  I heard the pop of a plastic cap and shivered a little as the glop of cool lube dropped onto my asshole. Soon turning to quivers of pleasure as Augustus worked it in with a suddenly gloved finger.

  Other girls might have suspected what he’d been up to, but I was well aware of the campus health center. It was well-stocked with such items. Knowing him, he’d probably just pick up some things just in case. Like girls who carried condoms in their purse.

  I gasped when his finger sunk in, from the feel as much as the cold. It was a snug fit but didn’t actually hurt. There was some pressure but it felt wonderful. It helped that he was stroking my pussy as he worked my ass.

  The orgasm was incredible. I actually lost my balance and fell forward onto the bed. Just a small preview of what might come when Augustus put his beautiful cock in there. He kept stroking my pussy, kissing me gently on the cheek as I recovered. I was really glad I’d decided to have my first time with him.

  When I was ready, Augustus slathered himself with lube before adding more to me too. Helping me back up into position, Augustus got on his knees behind me and pressed the head of his cock against my virgin ass.

  As with everything else that night, Augustus was patient and thorough. Working his cock into my asshole inch by inch. I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I would be lying if i said it didn’t hurt. Though the pain wasn’t as bad as I had feared and got less the longer he was in there, giving way to the most exquisite pleasure.

  Before I knew it, he was most of the way in, fucking me gently. His cock moving in my asshole like they were designed to go together. I did what I could, holding my ass open with both hands. Quivering with each delicious move of his cock.

  Keeping a hand on my back, Augustus reached around my hip and under me, fingering my pussy as he fucked me in the ass. I tried my best to hold on to consciousness, not wanting to miss a single second.

  “Harder!” I screamed.

  At my word he picked up speed until he was pounding my tight little asshole. Bringing me from the innocence of girlhood to the knowledge of a woman. I screamed my delight, just hoping out neighbors didn’t think I was being murdered, which was what it sounded like. Pounded to death with a ten inch cock. The thought was so filthy I couldn’t help but smile.

  Augustus and I came at the same time. His massive blast of thick hot cum filling up my asshole, making me feel warm inside. He stayed inside me, resting deep in my freshly deflowered asshole, until every last drop was spent.

  The body is inviolable, subject to one’s own will alone.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered.

  “What’s that, sweetheart?”

  “Fuck me, in my pussy. Make me cum.”

  Without a word, either of protest or affirmation, Augustus cleaned us both up with some wet wipes from the other table. The one that didn’t have his record player and LPs. I wanted to be able to see him, so I rolled onto my back, opening my legs wide in welcome.

  Accepting the invitation, Augustus fingered again, to warm me up but also to lube up my cunt. I didn’t think it could be much tighter than my asshole and I might hurt a little less.

  “Breath in, sweetheart,” Augustus said, gently mounting me.

  Putting my legs up over his shoulders I could feel the warm head of his cock pressing up against my pussy. Taking his meaning, I breathe slowly out as he pushed inside, penetrating me for the very first time.

  It still hurt but not quite so much and had more to do with the size of his cock, filling up every last centimeter of my tight little pussy. Every move, bringing another yelp or moan from deep inside me. Like with my ass, the longer he was in there the less it hurt. My pussy stretching to accommodate his incredible girth.

  He stopped just short of my cherry, reaching down to strike my clit. After giving me a moment to stretch out a bit more, my soulmate claimed what was rightfully his. What I had long ago deemed him worthy of no matter what anyone else had to say.

  The sex was amazing. His beautiful cock working inside me like it was always meant to. Filling me with a gentle, beautiful pleasure I didn’t yet have the words to fully understand.

  As with the anal, we came together, my mind filled with the most divine light. Augustus filling my pussy with his beautiful cum. Blessing me with the first of our two beautiful babies. We named her Antonia and eventually we named her brother Jackson.

  We were happy together, forever, despite our rocky start. And once we were out and about in the post-pandemic world, I was glad for the quarantine because it had forced us together and helped us find our everlasting love.

  THE END

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  Chapter One - Phil

  I was sitting on the bench in front of the Arts Department. It was Mickey, John, Zoe, and me. Zoe, as always, was hanging all over John, giving him more PDA than Mickey and I could stand.

  John was pretty neutral about it. I mean, he had a pretty chill girlfriend, so I guess that was something, but, God. She was just so clingy!

  “You guys wanna go to the Dining Hall?” I suggested. “I’m starving.”

  “You’re always starving,” Mickey noted. “Getting blazed before class will do that to ya, bro.”

  “I fuckin’ wish!” I laughed. “This shit about the virus has got me freaked out. Have you seen the videos?”

  “Oh, God, yeah!” Zoe suddenly said, taking a break from sucking John’s lips off. “I’ve been following the news in China. I’m taking Mandarin and the signs they have posted in some cities threaten to break people’s feet if they come outside and their teeth if they complain!”

  “I think it’s all overblown,” dismissed John. “Sure, it’s spreading throughout China, but that doesn’t mean it will make it here.”

  “You ever heard of planes?” suggested Mickey.

  “John has a point,” noted Zoe. “SARS and the Bird Flu, they didn’t make it here.”

  “I’m telling ya,” I interjected. “The shit I’ve been reading online, fucking scary. It’s contagious as hell. You can get it just by talking to people.”

  “Don’t talk to any sick people,” suggested John. “Simple.”

  “That won’t work, dumbass,” Mickey said. “It’s
asymptomatic. By the time you realize you’re contagious, you’ve already spread it.”

  “What I’ve read is worse than that,” I proffered. “They’re saying this thing has an incubation period of two weeks or more. You can literally walk around for two weeks, not knowing you have it--- And spread it everywhere. And by that time, you’ve probably infected dozens of people.”

  “That can’t be true,” insisted John. “That’s never--- No way!”

  “I’m scared, John,” Zoe said, using it as an excuse to cuddle closer--- as if she needed one. “What if we go to a nice restaurant and the cook is sick or something?”

  “What nice restaurant?” John asked. “We’re on campus. There’s plenty of food here.”

  “Yeah, but we might go to a nice place on a date,” she said, making the not-so-subtle suggestion again. “The waiter could touch your plate or your bread.”

  “And it can live on surfaces, like, for days,” I relayed. “You gotta check out some of the stuff they’re saying online.”

  “I just got an alert,” Mickey announced. “Did anyone else get one? They’re closing the school.”

  “What? That has to be a joke,” said John, getting out his phone.

  We all got out our phones. Sure enough, we had each received the text. The college was going to close down for the rest of the semester due to the Coronavirus. They were gonna have us take classes over Zoom.

  “This is bullshit,” I noted. “How am I going to do a science lab over Zoom?”

  “Ha-ha!” cheered John. “I think I just aced all my music classes!”

  “Baby, you would’ve aced them anyway,” Zoe encouraged him.

  “Aw, this is fucked. Fucked!” I growled.

  “Whoa, dude, chill,” said Mickey. “What’s the big deal?”

  “My mother’s new husband,” I told them, annoyed. “My fucking mother leaves my dad for this guy--- And I’m just supposed to just suck it up and live with him. Can you imagine? I was so glad I could go to college and live on campus instead, but now I have to go back to that fucked-up situation.”