Chapter Twelve
W ell, she’d asked for it.
Anthony’s mouth covered Delilah’s at a slant, the pressure hard and intense from the very beginning. She opened hers, allowing him access inside, and he took her invitation, sweeping his tongue along hers, his fingers tightening in her hair. Delilah was mush, letting him take control, his ministrations passionate and hungry, and suddenly, she craved more. She gripped his sides and scooted closer, her breast flattening against the wall of his chest, and he nipped at her bottom lip, drawing a little gasp from Delilah when Anthony released his hold on the right side of her head and slipped his hand underneath her sweatshirt.
His fingertips glided over her skin softly, grazing the band of her sports bra, distracting her from his kiss. Anthony’s thumb gained entrance underneath the elastic, and she arched her back, wanting his hand over her breast, cupping her, and kneading her flesh. She lifted her sweatshirt from the bottom, breaking their contact to yank the heavy pink cotton over her head. The tinted windows kept them hidden from the outside world, and Delilah climbed onto Anthony’s lap in the passenger seat, straddling him. He lifted the tight spandex of her sports bra over her breasts, releasing them from the confines, and she raised her arms, signaling him to dispose of the constricting bra. He whipped it over her head and flung it across the truck’s cab.
When Anthony’s hands covered her flesh, giving her exactly what she wanted and more, Delilah leaned into his touch. He turned his hat backward, the brim no longer shadowing his eyes, and they glittered in the low lighting. Delilah wanted to feel his mouth under hers, every part of them connected from their lips down. She wrapped her arms around Anthony’s shoulders when he caressed her, his fingers molding her shape before they gripped her in the most exquisite grasp. She ripped her mouth from his, their noses touching as she chanted, “Yes, yes.”
“Fuck, Lila,” he murmured against her lips, and the new nickname sent a tingle down her spine. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You like it hard, don’t you, baby?” Anthony’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin of her neck, and her pussy spasmed.
When she felt the push of his palm against her abdomen, she leaned back, and he took full advantage of the access she’d given him to cover her right nipple with his mouth, tonguing her until it peaked. Anthony tormented the erect, sensitive nub while his other hand squeezed her left breast, rolling the taut nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Liquid heat pooled between her legs, and she rocked against him in an attempt to ease the throbbing ache. She could feel her panties saturating with her arousal, her center pulsating with intense need, and she wanted more.
Anthony suddenly deposited her off his lap, and she landed across the bench seat on her back, gasping when he stayed on the passenger side and slipped his finger into the top of her leggings, then tugged them down her body until they got caught on the top of her tennis shoes. As he untied her laces, she realized he hadn’t removed a single piece of clothing, not even his hat, and vulnerability settled in the pit of her stomach. Her hands came up to cover her body, but he grabbed her hands, pinning them to the seat.
“Why are you hiding from me?” he asked.
“You’re dressed, and I’m naked.”
Anthony grinned, his hooded gaze traveling over her slowly. “And?”
“Are you going to take your clothes off?”
Anthony lifted her hands and placed them up above her head, her breasts rising with the motion, and his eyes lingered there. When he finally met her gaze again, the shadows across his face disappeared as lights flashed across the windshield, but he didn’t move. Anthony stared down at her, his lips parted into a feral smile.
“I’m not fucking you tonight, Lila, so I’m not taking off a damn thing. I’m going to strip you down until there’s nothing between my mouth and your skin.” He licked along the column of her neck, and she moaned, arching her back as tingles gathered in the muscles above her tailbone. “Your glorious tits.” She flexed her hands, but Anthony held them tight as he licked and sucked each nipple, circling them with his tongue, his mouth opened wide as he dragged the entire width of it over her, and Delilah cried out, squeezing her legs together as her pussy bucked.
Anthony kissed his way back up through the valley between her breasts, and when he brushed his mouth over hers, his words rushed over her lips in a hot, guttural growl. “I know what you want.” He circled her wrists with his one hand and trailed his fingers down her body slowly, over her breasts and her stomach, settling just above the juncture of her thighs until she was gritting her teeth with frustration. Anthony gave her a sweet kiss against her jawline as his hand plunged between her legs. Delilah released a breathy “Oh” when his finger slid up her seam, teasing her labia. When he bit down on her bottom lip, she thrust her hips against his hand in desperate need.
“Please,” she groaned, and Anthony chuckled, his chest vibrating against her.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“Finger me,” she begged.
“Mmm, that might be what you want, but what I want is much better.”
His finger lifted from her sensitive folds, and she gasped, struggling to reach for him.
“Lila.” His voice was low, warning, and she stilled. “I’m going to release your hands, but I want you to keep them right where I put them. If you need to grab on to something, I’d say the seat cushion will allow you the most give.” Anthony’s thumb stroked the inside of her wrist, and she wondered if he could feel her pulse fluttering there. “Are you going to be a good girl?”
Delilah nodded.
“Mmm mmm, I wanna hear it. Are you going to be my very—” Anthony’s hand was back, one finger slipping inside her, and she sucked in a breath. “Very—” Another finger joined the first, curling up and sending a sizzle of joy lancing through her. “Good girl?” This last was a rumble in his chest as his thumb pressed into her folds and found her swollen clit, rubbing it in firm, fast strokes.
“God, yes, yes, I’ll be a good girl. I swear.”
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Anthony released her hands and Delilah swiftly untied her shoes and dropped them onto the floorboard of his truck with a loud thump, followed immediately by her socks and leggings, her cheeky panties tangled up somewhere inside.
Delilah heard a buzz but didn’t move, afraid Anthony wouldn’t follow through on what she hoped was about to happen. The spring of a lever got the best of her curiosity when the seat shifted beneath her, and she lifted her head to see he’d lowered the seat on the passenger side until it nearly lay flat. He kneeled in the expanse of the floorboard, and her body vibrated with anticipation of what was coming next.
“Alright, baby, we’ll change things up a bit. Come here.”
Delilah sat up, and he grabbed her, lifting her onto the passenger seat as he kneeled between her legs on the floorboard.
“Grab the headrest and slide as far up on the seat as possible.”
She did what he asked, aware of him kneeling in front of her, especially when he took his hands and slipped them between her legs, widening her. He took first one leg and then the other, resting them over his shoulders, and Delilah was dizzily aware of his hot breath on the short hair of her pussy.
“Enjoy the ride, beautiful,” he murmured seconds before his mouth fused over her, his tongue gliding between her pussy lips. She let out a strangled rasp as he found her clit and licked her rapidly, the tip of his tongue playing with her until she was writhing against his mouth.
Delilah couldn’t remember the last time any man had gone down on her, let alone brought her to the edge. Every time she thought she would come, he slowed down his rhythm, torturing her with his soft sweeps and gentle touches.
“Anthony, please, I need … more.”
“More what, baby? This?” He slid two fingers inside her again, curling until she shivered.
“Your mouth. I want your mouth back.”
“Fuck yes,” he said, spreading her lips and diving in. The whiskers on his face rubbed against her sensitive flesh, and she held on to the headrest hard, her hips bucking against his face. His mouth latched on to her clit, sucking it hard, and Delilah screamed with ecstasy, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. Bone-liquifying heat rushed through her, turning her limbs to jelly, and she lost her grip on the headrest.
Anthony slid her legs off his shoulders, and her bare butt touched his chilly leather seats, and she yelped, “Cold!”
Anthony hovered over her, and even in the dark, she could see the self-satisfied grin spread across his face. His hands slid under her, cupping her cheeks. “Better?”
“Yes, but I can’t … move. Not yet, anyway,” Delilah laughed softly.
“I don’t want you to move. I want you to lie there so I can watch you.”
Delilah leaned forward and kissed him, and his fingers dug into the globes of her ass. Her lips traveled along his jawline and down his neck, whispering, “I know you said we wouldn’t go further than this, but if you want to come back to my place, I can at least return the favor.”
Anthony groaned and retook her mouth hard and fast. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers. “You have no idea how badly I want to say yes, but—”
Anthony’s phone rang and he swore. “Shit, I forgot about Pike.”
Delilah stiffened. “What about him?”
Anthony held a finger to his lips and answered the call. “Hey, I’ll be right there.”
Delilah could hear the loud thump of music and then Pike said, “alright, man, don’t leave me hanging. I’m a sad sack who needs his wingman.”
“See ya.” Anthony ended the call with a deep sigh. “I was supposed to take my groceries home and meet Pike at Brews and Chews, but I got distracted.”
A sick feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. “Did you know I’d told Pike I wasn’t interested?”
Anthony frowned. “Yes, but I didn’t know the details.”
Delilah pushed Anthony away and searched in the dark for her sweatshirt and found it hanging on his emergency brake. She scooted out from under him, grabbed the pink hoodie, and pulled it over her head. “Was this some kind of competition with the two of you? Go after the same girl and see who can nail her first?”
“Of course not!” Anthony reached for her, but she shied away. “You really think I’m that type of guy?”
“I don’t know, Anthony. You ignored me for days, and when Pike struck out with me, you wanted to talk. You insisted on it, and then you—”
Delilah couldn’t even say it out loud. He’d been incredible, made her lose herself like no one ever had, and he’d done that knowing he was supposed to be meeting Pike any minute.
“Delilah, I didn’t plan on what happened between us, but I don’t regret it either. It had nothing to do with Pike and everything to do with wanting you.”
Delilah wanted to believe that so badly, but his phone rang again, Pike’s face flashing across the screen.
“Can you hand me my clothes so I can get dressed? Then you can be on your way.”
Anthony picked up her leggings and held them out to her, ignoring the call and setting his phone in the cup holder. It beeped with a text seconds later from Pike. Before he could check, Delilah looked at the phone and whatever she saw made her face fall. Anthony picked up the phone and read the text.
I was just going to tell you, I’m sitting at a table with these two beautiful women seeking a holiday adventure.
Delilah shook out her underwear; her jaw clenched as she slipped her feet through the holes and wiggled them up her calves and thighs. “It sounds like your friend Pike bounced back from my little rejection and has a fun-filled plan for you. The good news is, you didn’t clear the pipes, so you should be good to go.”
“Stop it!” he snapped, taking her leggings from her and turning them right side out. “I’m going to help you get dressed, and while I’m doing that, I need you to understand he is my best friend. This is something I’ve never done before and I feel guilty as hell, so I’m going to go out with him and try to find the right way to tell him. I’m not going for the girls.” He gathered the left leg and rolled it over her ankle, doing the same thing to the other side. “This is what Pike does when he’s unhappy.”
“Finds gorgeous women to drink with? I’m pretty sure that’s every time you go out.” Delilah yanked up her leggings, and Anthony passed along her socks and tennis shoes.
“Pike hasn’t been happy in a really long time, so when he was interested in you, I backed off. I knew you’d had a crush on him for years, and he has a big heart. He deserves someone who will treat him well.”
What about you? Don’t you deserve someone?
“And where does that leave us? Is this going to be another interlude we don’t talk about?” Delilah knew she sounded like a bitter woman, but they’d had an incredible moment and he was running.
“Absolutely not,” he said firmly, cupping her face in his hands. “I need to go now, but I’d like to continue this conversation later.”
“Tonight?” she asked.
“I was thinking tomorrow? I’m not sure when Pike will finish tying one on.”
Disappointment swept through her and Delilah turned her head and he released her face. She could feel him watching her as she put on her socks and shoes. “I’m headed to Boise in the morning, remember? I’ll be gone all weekend.”
“What if I drive you?”
Delilah laughed, then realized he was serious. “That’s crazy. You’d drive me to my parents’, turn around, and head home?”
“No, I’d visit my dad. He lives in Boise and invited me for Thanksgiving, but I didn’t want to make the drive.”
Delilah thought about the night at Brews and Chews, when Anthony talked about his family estrangement. He’d had no plans to see them, and yet suddenly, he was headed to his dad’s and could drive her?
The fact that he was willing to do something so uncomfortable just to be near her made her anger dissolve slightly. Especially when Anthony took her hands and brought them to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “But, if it means I get to spend two hours in the car with you and two hours driving home Sunday, that will give us plenty of time to hash all of this out.”
Delilah wasn’t stupid; rarely did anyone get one over on her, but despite her initial suspicion, she wanted to give Anthony a chance to tell her everything. If she didn’t like his answers, it would be a long drive to Boise, but her dad could always drive her back on Sunday.
She tied her shoes and nodded. “I want to be on the road by eight a.m. Meet at my house?”
Anthony flashed a smile. “Sounds good.”
Delilah opened the door on his driver’s side and slowly climbed out, dropping gingerly. “Also, we’re taking my car. Better gas mileage, and I don’t feel like I will fall to my death getting in and out of it.”
Anthony hopped out of the passenger’s side and came around the front of the truck, catching her against the hood. He pressed his pelvis into her, and she could feel the telltale signs of his unsatisfied arousal against her.
“I know you don’t fully trust me yet, but I’m not interested in hooking up with anyone. I’m going to the bar to ensure that Pike doesn’t get himself into trouble, and then I’m going straight home.”
“You’re a free agent,” she said. “You don’t owe me a thing.”
“Can I see your phone, please?” he asked. She pulled it out of her leggings and handed it to him. “I’m putting my number in and texting myself so I’ll have yours. Let me know when you get home, and I’ll do the same.”
Delilah took her phone back, fighting a smile when she saw the text he’d sent himself.
Anthony is a sexy AF.
“You need to go before he starts calling again or comes looking for you.”
“I know.” His thumb smoothed over her bottom lip before he kissed her, a hard, fast kiss. “Text me.”
“I will.”