Sticky Fingers: An Enemies To Lovers Romantic Comedy

by Starr, Tara

  After a protracted back and forth, she begins to settle.

  I take a moment to take stock.

  She’s huffing and puffing and gasping, trying to regain the breath I knocked out of her.

  “Jesus Christ,” Sonia says, whipping off her mask. “You almost killed me there.”

  I stare at her blankly.

  “You can’t do that to me,” she exclaims, clearly caught off guard by me expecting her and overpowering her.

  Sonia’s voice is dripping with frustration, but not actual fear. So, she knows I wasn’t going to hurt her.

  “Let me take a moment to understand what’s going on here,” I say slowly, my voice getting louder. “You broke into my apartment!”

  She looks at me like I’m speaking a foreign language.

  “Can you please get off me?” she asks.

  “Why? So you can steal something else?” I snap back.

  “Jesus fucking Christ, Malcolm. Don’t flatter yourself,” she huffs. “I’m not here to steal anything.”

  “Then why break into my house?” I ask.

  That got her. She’s sputtering, trying to come up with an explanation.

  None comes.

  Finally, she falls back on a tried and true tactic.

  “Whatever.”

  I groan, and she rolls her eyes.

  Well, if that’s the way she wants to play it.

  I flip her into a sitting position and rip her shirt up from her waist, splitting it up the front.

  “What are you doing?”

  This time, her alarm is genuine as I pull her arms tightly back, using her own shirt to secure her. She’s as good as handcuffed.

  I have to admit…I’m a bit disappointed she’s wearing a sports bra.

  “Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

  Fuck that. I might be a lot of things, but a monster is not one of them.

  The lights are dim, so I tug her up by her arms and down the hall towards my bedroom.

  “Where are you taking me?” There’s still a bit of alarm in her voice, and she twists the bindings a bit to test them.

  “You know, for someone who just broke into a crime lord’s luxury apartment, you sure seem to ask a lot of questions,” I say snidely.

  “A pretty pathetic crime lord with incompetent goons that he has to do his own dirty work,” she retorts back. “Now where the fuck are you taking me? My dad is the police commissioner!”

  I smile at that one.

  “Relax, will ya? I just want to talk about why you’re breaking into my home.”

  Pulling her into my room, I grab her around the waist and toss her lightly onto my bed. Switching on the nightstand, I take in her wide eyes as she moves into a sitting position on the bed.

  Her eyes roam over my naked body and then stop on my cock.

  “Happy to see me?” She has no idea how licking her lips after that statement is a very bad idea. A very bad idea.

  No one knows where she is, and I have her tied up on my bed. Very fucking naughty thoughts are running through my brain. All of them showcase her naked beneath me.

  Of course, I’m hard. And getting harder by the second. Between the excitement and her looking at my cock, it’s a forgone conclusion.

  “Why are you here?” I glare at her as if I’m angry.

  Putting my hands on my hips, I dare her to try and get away.

  She pauses for a long second. But eventually it becomes evident that I’m not letting her go till she squeals.

  “Is this how your operation does all its interrogations?” She tries at first but I’m not having any of that.

  I sit back and stare at her.

  Finally, she relents with a sigh and says,

  “I just wanted to check out the painting you recovered. It can’t be the real thing.”

  She shifts on the bed and settles with her hands bracing behind her, shoving her pert breasts in their tight bra out on display.

  “That’s it? You ‘dropped in’ to look at the painting?”

  I don’t believe this. This woman really has some fucking balls. It would be remiss of me if I didn’t make this interesting for her.

  “Don’t move,” I command with a stern look and pointed finger before turning around to walk over to the wall by the entrance to my room.

  I grab the painting off the floor and return to her, settling on the bed by her legs.

  “Look.” I hold the painting under her nose and slowly rotate it around.

  As I move it from the sides to the back, it becomes very clear it’s a forgery.

  A clever print done up to look like an oil painting.

  What? Did you really think I had found the original one? Yeah, thank you for your trust, but no.

  I have no fucking idea where Sonia has stored the damned thing.

  “Hm.” She huffs before turning her gaze back to me.

  Her tight black bra makes her chest press out the top with each inhale as she settles down.

  “You want to know why I had it forged?” I ask.

  She looks at me, struggling with the answer.

  “Because I knew the real thief would come to find it,” I continue, proud of myself. “Because they’d be livid that someone else claimed they found the painting.”

  Placing the frame against the side of the bed, I mentally congratulate myself that this did exactly what I was hoping it would. It’s her. No doubt.

  “You see, the thief who did this—they weren’t looking to sell this. No,” I continue, taking a breath for dramatic effect. “They did this because they wanted to see if they could.”

  There’s no doubt now. She took the painting.

  I know, and she knows I know.

  I slide onto my side, propping my head up on my hand.

  “Why don’t you just admit that you took the painting?” Running my hand up her calf, her muscles tighten and jump under my hand, and she moves into a crouching position on her knees to pull her leg away. “Give it back to me and I won’t tell anyone.”

  She looks fucking fabulous, with her arms tied back tightly on her knees like that. My cock gets harder and harder watching her, and when her eyes dip down to take note of his fucking state, he jumps up and waves to say hi.

  “What would be the fun in that?” Her coy response lets me know we’re back to playing fucking games.

  Which is totally fine with me.

  I love games.

  “If you don’t give me the painting, I can’t get Detective Strong off my ass,” I say to her.

  “Oh no,” she says, dripping sarcasm. “Color me concerned.”

  I take a breath. Then I look straight at her.

  “I’m serious,” I snarl. “I’m going to catch you, little girl. Your playtime is over. You can run a good game, but you can’t hide.”

  Running my hand up her thigh, her muscles under my hand freeze and her breathing picks up.

  Sonia gasps as an evil look flashes through my eyes.

  “You’re fighting with someone totally out of your league, baby,” I say.

  Any normal human being would be intimated with a man that resembles Apollo, towering six feet over them saying these things.

  But Sonia?

  She simply replies, “Such a big league that they can’t even operate a Magic Wand vibrator.”

  She snorts as she says this and begins to giggle.

  She isn’t running away.

  “And maybe I don’t want to hide,” she says.

  Her voice is smaller now, with only a slight trace of insecurity.

  “Maybe I want to fly too close to the sun,” she whispers. “Live a bit dangerously.”

  She’s batting her eyes and her breath is flushed.

  My beautiful little cat burglar is starting to trust me.

  “You fly close too the sun, Sonia.” I run my hand up between her splayed legs, letting the back of my fingers skim across her pussy and then continuing my slow caress down the other leg. “You could burn.”

  Li
cking her lips, she eyes my throbbing cock again.

  “Untie me.”

  Her voice is demanding as she tries to bully me, but as she looks into my eyes, begging me, I can feel myself caving.

  “So you can run?” I punctuate my question with another caress between her legs, hitting her little button firmly and watching her arch and wiggle. So fucking good.

  “Why run when I can touch you, too?” She might be trying to play me, but her words are fucking music to my ears.

  I don’t want to leave her tied up for our first sexual encounter, you know? There will be enough time in the future for that…but right now, I don’t want anything between us.

  Sitting up, I move behind her and quickly untie the ruined shirt, tossing it over the side of the bed.

  Pulling her back against my chest, I lean against the headboard and cage her in my arms.

  “You’re done hiding from me?” I ask as I cup her full tits and squeeze them gently, loving the way they look from above over her shoulder.

  Grinding my cock against her soft backside, she arches suggestively and presses her firm globes into my hands.

  “You couldn’t catch me if I was in front of your face,” she coos as she pulls away slightly.

  She reaches into her pants and pulls out a button.

  “It’s a remote for a tight beam small diameter sonic blast,” she says. “I dropped it in your living room when I came over. It would have knocked you out.”

  “And you too,” I say confidently.

  Then my face falls.

  Sonia takes out two very unobtrusive ear plugs.

  “I would have been fine,” she says with a smile.

  “You’re not going to use it?” I ask, genuinely impressed at this point.

  She shakes her head.

  “Good,” I say as I get closer. “Because the only sonic blasts in this apartment tonight are going to come from you when I have my way with you.”

  “Oh?” she says and turns in my arms before reaching down to pull her sports bra over her head.

  Her tits sway enticingly in my face, and I cup and pull one pert nipple into my mouth. They’re a beautiful coral color and pucker expectantly. I enjoy the way she moans as I squeeze and knead them.

  Sinking down to rub her warm, legging-covered pussy against me, she begins to slide and grind on my throbbing cock.

  “Yeah, baby,” I tell her. “You’ll be making noises that only birds and dogs can hear by the time I’m done with you.”

  She coos in pleasure.

  Sonia Sawyer.

  At last, in my bed and begging for my cock.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sonia

  This didn’t go as I had planned.

  My plan was a simple one: get in, check out what’s the deal with the painting, and get out. Now, I’m in bed with Malcolm, my body burning from the inside out as my pussy becomes as wet as it has ever been.

  Yup, this definitely didn’t go as planned.

  Still, that’s what life’s about, right? Take things as they come and enjoy the process.

  How does that saying go? What matters is the journey, not the destination. Or something like that.

  With both my hands on Malcolm’s naked chest, my fingernails digging into his pectorals, I force him down onto the mattress. Moving with cat-like movements, I jump on top of him, my knees on either side of his waist. With his cock firmly pressed against my pussy, I start rocking my hips, grinding against his hardness as my blood boils violently.

  “This isn’t fair,” Malcolm growls, his hands resting on my ass, his thumbs hooked on the elastic band of my leggings. “Me being all naked, and you having these on…”

  “Then…” I whisper softly, leaning in until my lips are brushing against his, “why don’t you think of a solution?”

  “I like the way you think,” he whispers back at me, and a split second later he’s pushing my leggings and thong down my legs. I feel the fabric and his fingers slide down my legs, the warmth of his touch making me feverish for his body.

  Now fully naked and still straddling him, I feel a shiver climb up my spine as my wet pussy presses down on his hard cock. I almost give in to the urge to simply grab his cock and push it deep inside me but...now that I’m finally in his bed, I don’t want to rush through things.

  No, I want to take my time.

  I bite my bottom lip then lean in and start laying gentle kisses on his neck, savoring his skin. I kiss him in a slowly moving line, my lips brushing down from his neck to his chest, then to his abs and finally to his…

  As I finally curl my fingers around his hard cock, my heart skips a beat. He’s a god among mortals, that much I knew...

  What I didn’t know was that he had a cock to match. Or should I say ‘Cock?’ I mean, as big as it is, I’m sure it deserves to be capitalized.

  Gripping him tight, I part my lips and then reach for the tip of his cock with my tongue. I close my eyes as I run my tongue down the length of his hardness, going back and forth endlessly, lapping at from tip to base over and over again.

  “Fuck,” I hear him groan as he places both his hands on my head, his fingers tangled on my hair.

  God, just knowing that he’s enjoying it...just makes me want to suck his cock even more.

  Opening my mouth wide, I lean forward and roll my lips down his entire length, only stopping when I feel my lips against the skin at the base. To be honest with you, I didn’t even know if I’d be able to pull it off—I mean, he’s freaking huge!

  Moaning inwardly, I start bobbing my head back and forth, the way his cock slides between my lips making stars dance behind my eyes. Using one hand to grab his cock, allowing me to suck and stroke at the same time, I use the other to caress his balls; they’re heavy and large, and my heart tightens with anticipation.

  I can already imagine the inhuman quantity of cum he’s going to unleash all over my body.

  “Fuck, Sonia,” he groans once more, a little spasm making his cock twitch inside my mouth. “Seems like you’re as talented in sucking as you are in art theft…”

  I grin—or, well, I try to, which isn’t easy to do when my mouth’s full. Even now, with his cock buried deep inside my mouth, he can’t let go of the painting.

  I like that...I love a man who keeps his eyes on the ball at all times.

  But then again, I love throwing curve balls.

  Still with my eyes closed, I start sucking as if I need it to survive. Massaging his balls while I suck and stroke, I know that it won’t take long for him to come. And that’s exactly what I want to happen.

  I want to feel his cock twitch inside my mouth, his salty flavor inundating me at once as he explodes.

  “Not so fucking fast,” he growls, yanking on my hair and forcing me to stop.

  He makes me look at him, and my heart skips a beat as I notice the grin hanging on his lips. I don’t know what he has on his mind right now, but it seems like fun.

  “Don’t think you’ll get the prize right away,” he continues, pulling his cock out from between my lips. “We’ve just gotten started…”

  With that, he smiles and rolls to the side. As he does it, he grabs me by the waist and forces me to lie down on the mattress. Now on top of me, his hands pinning my body against the bed, I gasp as I realize that I’m at his mercy.

  He can do anything he wants...and that’s exactly what I want.

  “Fuck me,” I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. “Fuck me hard, Malcolm.”

  “Oh, are you in a hurry?” he whispers, a soft laugh hiding behind his words. “I will fuck you hard...but first, I want to taste that pussy of yours.”

  Fuck. I never heard something as beautiful as that.

  I arch my back as I feel his tongue sliding down my stomach, his hands now on my knees, forcing my legs apart. I gasp as I feel his warm breath on my pussy, and then I almost explode as I feel the tip of his tongue against my clit.

  Just like that, he dives
in.

  Pressing his mouth hard against my pussy, he devours me like no one has ever done before. Hell, he’s better with his mouth than most men are with their cocks. Malcolm Push is, to put it simply, a step above all other men.

  “That’s...so...GOOD!” I shout out loud, tangling my fingers on his hair and pushing his head down.

  At the same time, I push my hips up, forcing my pussy against his mouth with all my might.

  With my eyes closed, I surrender to that pleasant void. It embraces me, wrapping its electric arms around me, and I let my whole body be consumed by the rage of a violent orgasm.

  My God, I don’t think I’ve ever screamed this loud before.

  “FUCK!”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Malcolm

  Licking my lips, I savor her sweet flavor exploding on my tongue before slowly lifting my body and kissing up her torso. Fuck, she tastes amazing. I could eat her out for hours.

  “So good, baby. You taste so good,” I whisper, but her heavy panting is the only reply I get.

  Looking up, her eyes are heavy-lidded with a look of satisfaction.

  I can’t resist sliding two fingers back inside her, so I can feel her tighten and throb around me. Latching onto a nipple, I bite and then soothe it with my tongue before pulling off to catch her lips.

  Her arms wrap around me, pulling me down as she moans and wraps her legs around me. I pull my fingers out of her carefully as she starts to arch and grind on me, trying to catch my hard cock.

  She’s desperate for my fucking cock.

  Pulling away, I laugh.

  “Still in a hurry?” Her pouting expression makes me smile more. “Hang on.”

  Tapping her arms around my neck, so she knows what I am referring to, I pull her towards the edge of the bed. Her legs around my waist tighten, as I glide her effortlessly across the covers.

  Dropping my legs onto the floor, I loosen her legs from around my waist and spread them wide, holding her ankles near my shoulders. Her beautiful pussy unfolds in front of me, flushed and wet.

  My cock bobs above her, ready to pierce that sweet pussy of hers. Dropping her ankles onto my shoulders, I reach down and grab my dick. Rubbing the head on her, I spread her juices around and around, hitting her clit and sliding down, teasing and tempting her.