22. Shoua
CHAPTER 22
shoua
The only thing I remembered about the rideshare home was how my finger drew over the lines of Anthony’s hardening length. Just hearing the way his breath hitched each time I wrote my name lightly over his tip made my lower stomach clench in anticipation.
Meanwhile, his hand rested on the inside of my sticky thighs. His long fingers danced along my clothed clit every now and then as I held back whimpers.
If this was all for one night only, I’d graciously accept it. But would I truly be able to quit Anthony once he gave a bit of himself to me? My heart ached while my mind refused to answer, but my soul knew the truth. Someone’s heart was bound to break, and it was going to be mine.
I wasn’t expecting that kiss at the bar to lead into a night like this, but neither did Anthony. He looked surprised, probably shocked to see me as a woman and not just as his friend. I could see the way his eyes shifted all over my body with dilated pupils full of lust and desire. Was this how he looked at all the women he slept with?
The moment we stumbled inside his duplex, I threw my arm around his neck and his lips were on mine before I could kiss him. His fingers pulled up my skirt to my hips and went straight to my soaked panties. He tugged them to the side and palmed me, making me moan. His tongue and fingers entered my mouth and sex in synchronicity.
With my back against his front door and his fingers inside me, I pulled away from our kiss to tug off my crop top. Anthony’s eyes became hazy as a low groan slipped from his parted lips at the sight of my bare breasts. His thumb gently rubbed circles over my clit just as his fingers curled, making my breaths uneven.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Shoua,” he said. His voice was so soft and husky that I clenched around his fingers.
I moaned as he curled his fingers again. I quickly searched for his thick, throbbing dick as I did earlier at the bar. He let out a shaky breath when I finally pulled it out, freeing it from its tight confines.
“You can stroke me, but don’t make me come,” Anthony choked out. His expression was taut. “I want to come in you this time.”
Oh my fucking god .
He reached out and ran his fingers down my chest, playing with my nipples and earning a shuddered moan from me. A cute little smile pulled on his lips as his coated fingers began to ruthlessly pummel and curl in and out of me.
“Right there,” I cried out as he reached my sweet spot.
My release tethered at the edge as the circles he drew over my clit became rough, pushing me closer and closer to it. I tugged lightly on his cock, pulling him toward me—toward the heat I wanted him to extinguish. But he held back as he pumped me with his fingers instead.
That cute, sweet smile he wore was now a twisted grin. He loved seeing me squirm and wither under his touch, so in return I squeezed his cock. He groaned onto my lips as he pressed himself against me. I kissed trembling, lapping lips along his jaw, cheeks, and mouth as my mind thought of only one thing.
I wanted him to take me and fill me up again and again until I was nothing but his writhing, drenched mess.
I came with a sharp suck of breath followed by a deep-throated moan. Once my sex clenched around his fingers, Anthony got down on his knees. He quickly threw one of my legs over his broad shoulders and dove into my slit as he licked, sucked, and slurped like a famished man enjoying his first feast in years.
“Anthony,” I called out as his tongue swirled over my clit. I reached down to run my fingers through his hair as he sucked it, and I wailed from the overstimulation. I looked down at him and met his twinkling honey brown eyes. “Anthony, I want you. Please.”
He pulled away with glistening lips and darted his tongue over my release. He moaned, “Show me how this sweet pussy rides on a tongue, cowgirl.”
He didn’t wait for my groan as he leaned back in and flattened his tongue against my folds, holding my gaze. He blinked slowly up at me, fanning his lashes as he continued to lap away. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my heat with each deep stroke. Then, as if to push me further, he hummed, which sent deep vibrations through me.
My thighs clamped tightly around his head, my whimpers beginning to sound tortured. He hummed again and again with each of my moans getting louder and louder. My legs started to quake again as his tongue pulled out of me.
I moaned out loud as I leaned back against the front door and began to move my hips against his mouth. My hands in his hair tightened and he moaned into me, making my eyes roll back. He let out a muffled laugh into me as his mouth opened wider and his tongue flattened even more.
My body snapped that instant, and I came again. This time, fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I continued to ride out on his tongue in a withering mess. I groaned loudly with each of his stroke against my sensitive sex. Anthony chuckled softly and drank me up, quenching his thirst.
When I came down from my high, he gently set me on the floor with wild eyes and the biggest grin I had ever seen on him. His lips and chin soaked with my release. He stood up tall and pulled me into a quick, heated kiss before sweeping me up in his arms. He took me upstairs to his room and placed me on his bed, his pupils blown wide open.
He quickly tugged off my skirt and panties along with my white cowboy boots. He let out a little snicker as I helped get his shirt off him and then his pants. It wasn’t long before we were fully naked and laying on his bed together. His bedsheets smelled like a mix of his bodywash and cologne—a thick pine forest, citrus, and cedarwood—and I loved it.
“If there’s ever a moment where you hesitate and want to stop, you need to tell me, Shoua,” Anthony said as he pushed my thick hair out of my face.
We were no longer doing anything sexual as I simply laid in his arms. I could feel how hard he was against my stomach, and when I reached down to help relieve him, he gently pushed my hand away.
“I might come if you touch my cock again.” His voice was soft and pleading.
I ran my fingers down his chest and over his defined abs to his hips. Each of his muscles trembled under my touch. “Then how about here?” I asked lightly.
He let out a hitched moan against my jaw as I touched the expanse of his flat lower abs, so close to where all his blood was flowing. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as my hand flattened and swiped over the base above his throbbing shaft again.
I didn’t know I could have this kind of power over Anthony.
“Shoua,” he started, swallowing thickly as he pulled away to look at me. Despite the desire swimming in his eyes the way a man would look at the woman he was attracted to, he was still my best friend. I knew he wanted me to feel safe. “Tell me you’ll stop me if this all becomes too much. All right? You need to say yes or no.”
My fingers made their way to his shaft and his hand immediately stopped me from going farther. “Yes,” I answered.
He smothered me with a ticklish kiss as I laughed into his mouth. He made his way down, kissing the column of my neck to my chest. There, he took one of my aching nipples and sucked it deep into his mouth as he did with my tongue. My back arched as I tried to give him more leverage. Once he gave it enough attention, his mouth lazily traveled to my other breast, and I became more and more unraveled by him.
Anthony pulled away to observe me. Or more specifically, look down at the wreck he made of me. With my arms thrown over my head, my hair in disarray, my makeup half gone due to all the sweating I did, I was wide open for him. My sex was dripping wet and ready for him to extinguish this fire burning in me.
I inhaled slowly and said, “I want you. But I’m a little worried you might not fit, gorgeous.”
He smiled and then leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out a condom. I watched as he ripped the foil packet open with shaky hands. He rolled down the condom on his thick shaft and slipped in between my legs. My breath fluttered as he thrusted his big, hard dick along my folds, teasing me. Then he suddenly pulled away, leaving me whimpering for more.
“I want you like no woman I’ve ever wanted before,” Anthony said as he leaned down and kissed me on the corner of my lips. “But don’t worry, baby. I know you can take my thick cock like a good girl.”
With that, he slipped in.
“Oohhh , ” I moaned loudly as he slowly seated himself to the hilt with a low groan. I had never been stretched this wide before. I was completely and utterly full to the brim.
“Anthony!” I cried.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He let out an uneven, heavy breath. His hips moved easily, slick with so much ease as his abs contracted firmly. It was the most glorious sight I had ever seen of him.
I grabbed onto the sheets as his momentum slowly picked up. Sweat misted over our skin as he shifted to find my sweet spot. I moaned loudly with each thrust as his thumb slowly grazed over my clit. I was on the verge of screaming out loud when he came to a sudden stop.
“This condom won’t be able to contain this cock if you keep moaning like that, baby.”
His voice was such a deep, husky rasp that my sex clenched tightly around his shaft, making him tumble and hover over me with a groan. His hips moved slowly, but nearly not enough to give us the friction we needed. I pushed him out of me despite whining at the loss.
Before he could say anything, I immediately grabbed him by the dick and began to tug off the condom. “Then fuck me raw,” I demanded. “I got an IUD last year, remember?”
I was apprehensive about not using a condom. It would feel very intimate, especially since we’re supposed to be just friends and friends . . . well, they don’t sleep with each other without a condom.
“You sure about this? I got tested recently and I’m clean . . . But . . .” Anthony asked, his breath hot in my face. My arms wrapped around his waist as he looked down at me worryingly. He cupped my face gently. “You sure you want me to fuck you raw? I want to know it’s what you want and not just what you think I expect.”
“Of course it’s what I want,” I said firmly. I grabbed a hold of him and positioned him at my slit with his naked tip inside me. “I trust you, Anthony, and I want to feel every inch of the way you fill me up.”
“As you wish.” Anthony let out a breathy chuckle.
He slammed into me so hard we groaned noisily together. My eyes rolled to the back of my head with each of his thrusts as he found the right angle to hit me deep. I was muttering nonsense. Anthony’s groan roared out of him as his pace quickened, and the next sound to tumble out was a string of loud moans and sobs. I didn’t realize it was coming from me until I called out his name.
“Anthony!” I called out, gasping for air.
He slammed back in with the loud smack of his hips against mine and I moaned again. The pit of my stomach began to tense tightly as my sex clenched around him. He thrusted again, hitting right where I needed him to. He quickly grabbed my hand and sucked it wet. My fingers were brought down to my clit. He clearly knew I was about to come.
“Come for me, Shoua.”
A sexy groan drew out of him, and I took that as my cue to make myself come on his cock. I began moaning and whimpering louder as I clamped tightly around him and made him shamelessly groan with me. My legs shook as he pinned one of them back into the mattress.
With his new angle, Anthony’s next hit caused me to break. The sweet bliss coursed through my veins as my sex pulled him into a deep, tight grip. His hips slapped against me so viciously as he drove me close into another quick high.
“Baby, keep your eyes on me,” he said.
His features tightened as he gave me one final thrust, and we came together. His warmth filled me up as if I wasn’t already on the brink of overflowing with him all in me. His light eyes never left mine as we moaned and called out each other’s names, lost in euphoria.
After our bodies settled from our climaxes, Anthony tumbled gently on top of me and let out a heavy, ragged breath onto my cheek. Underneath my palm, I could feel his heart hammer fiercely in unison with mine. We shared a few giggles and snickers as he pushed my hair out of my face. His calloused fingertips were tender against my skin, and he placed soft kisses on my lips.
He was still hard inside of me, and we knew this night was far from over. I placed one of my hands on his jaw and he quickly leaned in to kiss me before I could pull him in. His hips flexed and I moaned into his mouth. We kissed and then he thrusted again while I gasped loudly.
With it, I almost told him I loved him in a weak, trembling voice.
The realization jarred me to the core, but the only response I had was to roll my eyes back. As he continued to fill me up over and over, I became undone once again. I was an uncontrollable moaning, squirming mess under his touch as another climax ripped through me. It was then that I knew this wasn’t just a simple crush on Anthony.
I was in love with him now.