Chapter 19 #2
"He's asleep," she whispered, stepping out of the room and closing the door softly.
We walked down the hallway side by side. Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting broken shadows on the floor. After we said goodnight, I watched her walk into her room. The door clicked shut behind her.
I stood there for a long time, staring at that door. Then I turned and went back to my own room, pulled up the camera feed.
Anthea was digging through her suitcase, tossing clothes and bottles onto the bed. Finally, she found a dress she liked and headed toward the bathroom.
I fished the spare key out of my drawer and walked to her room. The door opened without a sound. The second I stepped inside, her scent hit me—familiar, intoxicating, made my nerves light up.
The shower was running in the bathroom. She was in there. Naked. The thought alone sent blood rushing straight to my head.
Her clothes were scattered across the bed. A black dress. A blue camisole. And a pair of white panties—simple cotton with a lace trim, nothing sexual about them at all. Pure and innocent. But to me, they were the dirtiest thing in the world.
I zeroed in on that little scrap of white fabric, my breathing going rough and heavy. Those were hers. She'd worn them. Over and over.
I walked over, hands shaking, and picked them up. Brought them to my face. Inhaled.
"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath. Heat slammed straight to my groin.
They smelled like her—sweet, warm, uniquely Anthea. My cock throbbed against my pants, painful and furious. I closed my eyes and imagined this fabric pressed against her, hugging her curves, soaking up her wetness.
Then the water stopped.
My whole body went rigid. I grabbed the panties and ducked into the shadows beside the wardrobe. It was a blind spot—heavy curtains blocked me from view, but left me a narrow gap to see through. I had a perfect view of the room.
A few seconds later, the bathroom door opened. A cloud of steam rolled out. Then Anthea stepped into the room wearing a thin, body-hugging slip nightgown. My breath stopped.
Jesus Christ. She was showing so much skin—honey-toned and glowing.
Water droplets slid down her neck and disappeared between her breasts.
She wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were already hard, pressing against the fabric.
Her hips were round, the hem of the slip barely covering the tops of her thighs.
Below that, her legs were long and perfect.
I bit down hard on my molars. The panties in my hand were crumpled into a ball.
Anthea walked to the bed and sat down with her back to me.
Then she pulled the nightgown off. Her bare back was exposed—shoulder blades carved like sculpture.
She wasn't wearing underwear. Her ass was full and round, the cheeks pressed together from the way she was sitting, the light catching on her skin, making me want to bite down, bury my face between them, and suck hard.
She grabbed a clear bottle filled with white lotion from the bed, squeezed some into her palm, rubbed it between her hands, and started smoothing it over her skin.
Her hands slid from her neck to her collarbone, then down to her chest..
. I couldn't see the front, just the movement of her hands working over herself.
My throat was dry as sand. On fire. I wanted to pin her to that bed, take over, do it for her. Every inch of her. I wouldn't miss a single spot.
I undid my zipper, reached into my pants, wrapped my hand around my aching cock, and pulled her white lace panties over the head.
Anthea had no idea.
Maybe sitting on the bed wasn't convenient enough. Maybe God heard my silent prayer. She turned around.
She pulled out a chair, faced me, and lifted one leg onto it. The position opened her up completely—pink, wet, still glistening from the shower. My jaw locked so hard it ached, but I didn't make a sound.
This was the longest torture in the world.
And the sweetest pleasure. I watched her hands glide over her thighs, spreading the white lotion, moving down to her knees and calves.
I gripped my cock and started stroking in rhythm with her movements.
I imagined it was my hands on her skin. My cum covering every inch of her.
Every move she made was killing me. The way she patted her chest. The way she kneaded her ass. It was like an invitation.
"Anthea..." I said her name silently, over and over.
The pleasure built in layers. My thumb dragged over the head of my cock, sharp and electric. Then I came—hard—into her panties. They turned heavy, soaked. The smell of my cum mixed with her scent, and it drove me wild.
Then her phone rang on the nightstand.
"Sarah?" Anthea answered, voice lazy. "What's wrong?"
I couldn't hear the other end. Just Anthea's tone shifting to concern. "What? You broke up? Oh my God, I'm so sorry."
She capped the lotion bottle as she talked.
The voice on the other end said something else.
"Go to a bar?" She paused, sighed. "Alright. I've got some stuff on my mind too. Might be good to get out."
She hung up, pulled on underwear, slipped into the black dress from the bed, grabbed her bag, and walked out.
I leaned against the wall, catching my breath.
But I didn't have much time. She'd come tell me she was going out.
Sure enough, I heard a knock on my door.
I stuffed her ruined panties into my pocket, straightened myself up, and slipped out the window.
I moved fast and silent, using the pipes and balconies along the exterior wall to get back to my room.
I'd barely landed when I heard her voice.
"Silas?" She sounded confused. "Are you asleep?"
I walked to the door calmly and opened it.
She looked beautiful. The black dress hugged her curves, her hair loose over her shoulders, a light pink gloss on her lips—clearly thrown on in the thirty seconds she'd spent walking down the hall.
"What's up?" I played dumb.
"My friend just got dumped. She wants to grab drinks." She paused. "If Olei wakes up, let him know, okay?"
"Have fun. But don't drink too much. Stay safe." I leaned against the doorframe, holding her gaze. "Need me to send a driver?"
She blinked, quickly shook her head, said she'd call a cab, then turned and left. I watched her until she disappeared around the corner. Then I went back inside and changed.
After that, I opened my phone. On the screen, a little red dot marked Anthea's location. It was moving slowly.