Chapter 15
chapter 15
ANTHONY
Maya stalks me like prey, and I have exactly zero urge to try to escape.
With her hair tumbling over her shoulders and her big eyes locked on me like she’s already undressing me in her mind, I’m hard before she reaches my side of the bed.
God help me, the way she looks at me makes my heart feel too big for my chest—and my guilt just as large.
If she knew the truth…
If she knew I’ve been lying to her since the moment we met…
I can’t do it anymore. I have to come clean, but not now. Not with her biting her bottom lip like that, nervous but eager, like she’s ready to dive into something she’s wanted for a long time.
Something that’s been simmering inside her, the way all the things I want to do to her simmer inside me. I’m going to need a hell of a lot longer than a week to make all my dirty fantasies involving this woman come true, but I intend to make as many of hers a reality as possible. She deserves that. She deserves all the pleasure and confidence I can give her, even if she decides she never wants to see me again once she knows what a liar I’ve been.
“So, how do we start?” she asks softly, a naughty smile tugging at her lips. “Do I just tell you I’m in the mood for licking your cock and you agree that that’s a great idea?”
I exhale, torn between amusement and wanting to bend her over the bed and take her hard. She’s so fucking sexy, without even trying, and honestly, I’d always rather be inside her than getting a blow job.
But she wants to lick me, and who the hell am I to deny her?
“You don’t have to say a damned word,” I say, my voice husky and deep. “Just touch me. Start through my fly.”
She reaches for the front of my suit pants, desire flickering in her eyes as she finds me already hard. “Was it the dirty thing I said or the fact that my robe is falling off me that got you ready so fast?”
“It’s you,” I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she continues to caress my cock through the thin fabric. “Everything about you. The things you say, the way you look at me… Your smell, your taste.” I push against her hand, adding in a rougher tone, “Your touch.”
“I love touching you,” she says, her nipples so hard I can make out the outlines clearly through the silky fabric.
“Take off your robe,” I command. “Then unzip my pants.”
She hesitates. “Then I’ll be completely naked and you’ll… not be naked. Won’t that be weird?”
“It will be hot as hell,” I assure her. “I love the thought of being able to see your beautiful body while you’re on your knees for me, but if you’re not comfortable with that right now, it’s okay.” I keep my tone low, steady as I add, “I’ll never push you into something you’re not ready for. You set the pace, beautiful.”
“I’m ready,” she says, the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes quickly replaced by resolve. “I want to make this the best blow job you’ve ever had. I don’t ever want you to forget me.”
The words hit me like too much chocolate cake on an empty stomach, sweet and devastating.
As if I could ever forget her. As if she isn’t everything any man could want, and so much more than I deserve.
“I will never forget a second with you,” I murmur, leaning in to kiss her, slow and deep, my hands framing her face.
She slides her robe off, letting it fall to the floor before melting into me, her hands coming up to rest on my chest. The kiss starts slow, tender, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Her fingers curl against me through my shirt, her nails digging in as she presses closer, silently demanding more.
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers, stroking deep, summoning breathless moans from low in her throat.
When we finally pull apart, her cheeks are flushed, her breath uneven and her nipples practically begging for my mouth.
I cup her breast in my hand, dragging my thumb over the tight tip, making her moan and her eyelashes flutter.
“You’re wet, aren’t you?” I whisper, my balls so heavy they’re dragging between my legs at this point. “I could just make you come on my cock and worry about blow jobs later.”
“No, show me,” she says, her voice breaking on the last word. “I want to make you as crazy as you make me.”
She already does that—and then some—but I let my hand drop from her curves, determined to give her what she’s asking for.
“Then undo my pants and take out my cock,” I say, my voice steady despite the way my heart slams against my ribs as she reaches for my zipper. “Slowly,” I add when she moves too fast. “Watch me while you do it, draw it out, make it clear who’s in control.”
“Me?” she murmurs, doing exactly as I’ve asked, turning the opening of my pants into an exquisite tease. “I’m in control?”
“You’re in control,” I agree, groaning as she reaches into my pants, giving me an experimental stroke with her hand. But the opening is narrow and its hard for her to maneuver. “Pull my pants down. You need room to work.”
She nods, her lips parting as she guides my pants and boxer briefs down my thighs, until my arousal falls free, heavy and aching between us.
Her breath comes faster, her tongue darting out to wet her lips, and I can’t stop the low groan that escapes my chest. She glances down, her thighs squeezing together as she runs her fingers up my fever-hot shaft. “I love seeing you so hard for me. It’s so beautiful.”
My lips quirk up. “Beautiful? Got a thing for angrily swollen eggplants with veins standing out under their skin?”
She teases her fingers over my swollen head, making my breath catch in my chest. “He isn’t angry, he’s needy. He needs relief, and I’m going to give it to him. So…where do I start?”
“Just touch me,” I whisper, so turned-on my cock is leaking pre-cum. “And don’t be afraid to be firm.”
“Firm,” she echoes. “You like it firm?”
I nod, “I do.”
Her touch grows bolder, her fingers wrapping around me, tentative at first but gaining confidence as she strokes me, slowly driving me out of my mind. “Is this good?”
“Perfect,” I manage, my voice tight, every muscle in my body straining to stay still.
“And now I come down on my knees?” she asks, already dropping down in front of me, the feel of her breath warm on my thigh enough to make my cock leak faster. “And I explore this way?” She leans in, brushing her lips back and forth across the sticky head of my cock before licking the pre-cum away, making me gasp. “Okay?” she asks.
“Brilliant,” I murmur, my voice thick. “You’re a fucking natural.”
“What’s next?” she asks.
“Take your time, and keep following your instincts,” I encourage, my fingers tangling in her hair as she presses another kiss to me, then another, her confidence growing with each one.
She swirls her tongue over my sensitive tip again, bolder, more insistent, and I shudder. “Now I take you inside my mouth?” she asks, her voice trembling but eager.
“Fuck, yes. God, Maya,” I say, my voice rough and my fingers tightening in her hair as she sucks the first inch of me into the heat of her mouth. “God, you’re incredible. You’re driving me crazy.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t stop. Her movements become more assured as she takes more of me into her mouth, her tongue sliding against the underside of my cock in a way that makes my vision blur.
“Now use your hand,” I grit out. “Wrap it around the base to reach the part you can’t get with your mouth.”
She does, wrapping her fingers around the lowest part of my shaft, her strokes in sync with the movements of her mouth. The combination is almost too much, and I have to fight to keep my hips still, to keep from taking control.
She glances up at me, her eyes wide and hungry, clearly enjoying giving pleasure every bit as much as she enjoys receiving it. The sight of her like this—beautiful, eager, and completely focused on owning me with her mouth—nearly undoes me.
“Damn,” I murmur, my thumb brushing against her cheek. “You’re so good, baby. You’re so fucking good. Just slow down a little, beautiful. If you don’t, I’m going to finish way too fast.”
She follows my guidance, her movements slowing but still sexy, deliberate. Her tongue swirling against me as she works my cock with her mouth, her innocent enthusiasm for the task is a turn-on like no other. She moans softly, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me, and I can’t help fisting my hand tighter in her hair.
“God, Maya,” I rasp, taking control of her head as I thrust a little deeper. “Can you take me like this? Is that too much? Can you relax your throat for me, baby?”
She moans and obliges, making my head spin.
“Perfect, so perfect,” I chant, thrusting into her faster, unable to hold back any longer. The pleasure builds, hot and insistent, and I know I’m not going to last much longer. “Maya,” I murmur, my voice tight. “I’m close. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, pull back now.”
She doesn’t pull back; she simply moans and sucks me more insistently as I piston between her lips and her hand strokes me in perfect sync. The sight of her, the feel of her, the soft, muffled sounds she makes as she takes as much of me as she can manage and then more—everything pushes me closer to the edge until I shatter with a guttural cry.
My release crashes through me in sticky waves of pleasure as I come down her throat, something primal in me celebrating the sight of her swallowing me down.
Finally, long seconds later, as I’m spiraling down from the high, she pulls back, her cheeks flushed as she lets my cock slip from her lips.
“B plus?” she asks softly, her voice uncertain despite the smile tugging at her lips.
I reach for her, pulling her into my arms and kissing her deeply, pouring everything I can’t put into words into the kiss.
“A plus,” I murmur against her lips. “You’re a sex goddess. I just wish I were still hard so I could give you the fucking you deserve.”
“I can wait,” she whispers as she leans into me, her arms wrapping around my neck. “But I want you to fuck me. That made me so wet, Anthony. I had no idea it would turn me on so much. I want you so much right now, it’s crazy.”
I reach between her legs, groaning as her slickness coats my fingers. “That is crazy. The only thing crazier is you thinking I’m going to make you wait. Lay back on the bed and spread your legs, angel. I’m going to fuck you with my mouth before I fuck you with my cock.”
“Anthony,” she says, the way she says my name—like a prayer and a promise— making it the best word I’ve ever heard.
I’ve never been a big fan of my name, but with Maya…
“I would sell my soul to hear you say my name like that every day,” I say as I kiss my way down her stomach. “Like you can’t wait for me to take you. Like you can’t get enough.”
“I can’t,” she says, moaning as I slide two fingers into her hot pussy. “I’ll never get enough.”
And neither will I.
Which is why I have to put an end to the fucking lies.
You’ll tell her tomorrow , I promise myself as I suck her clit into my mouth.
But for tonight, I let myself get lost in the pretend one more time.
This pretend that feels more real with every passing second, so real I can barely remember what reality was like before her…