Chapter 21
ANTHONY
West’s expression shifts from confused to shocked, then back to confused before settling on stunned.
“You see it now, don’t you?” I murmur, using my sex voice to really drive the point home. “You know exactly who I am.”
Color rises in his cheeks, but instead of averting his eyes or pulling away, he nods.
I run the backs of my fingers over his jawline, and the catch of his stubble against my skin sends a shockwave of desire through me that must register on my face, because West’s stunned expression shifts into one that’s just as heated as the one I’m definitely giving him.
I wondered how long it would take him to figure out that I’m the one he’s been texting with. That I told him about McKenna and took the video of her.
That I’m the one who snuck into his room and gave him something no one else can.
West’s gaze flicks between my mouth and my eyes, and that’s all the invitation I need to lean in and brush my lips against his in a soft and fleeting kiss.
That simple touch sends a flurry of desire and need through me, and I lean in to kiss him again.
West’s soft sigh when our lips touch rocks something deep inside me, and adrenaline and lust pour into my system when he immediately parts his lips and opens for me.
I deepen the kiss, already rock hard and half desperate for him, and our kisses quickly go from soft and sweet to hard and hot.
He’s just as desperate as I am, and he tangles his hands in my hair as he kisses me with so much passion and force it scrambles my brain a bit.
Greedily, I run my hands over his hard body, touching every part of him I can reach as we kiss like the world is ending and these are our last moments on Earth.
West slides his hands through my hair, then smooths them down my back until he can grab my ass and yank me against him, and we both groan when I press our hard dicks together.
“Holy fuck,” he mumbles against my lips as I grind my cock against his. “Ant.”
The breathy way he says my name sends a rush of possessive desire through me, and I abruptly break the kiss.
“What are you—” His protest turns into a surprised gasp when I slide my hand down the front of his sweats and rub my palm over his hard cock. “Oh god.”
“You want my mouth?” I squeeze his length over his underwear.
“Please.”
More of that possessive desire swirls around inside me, and I press a quick kiss against his lips. Then I drop to my knees.
“Holy shit,” he says, staring at me like he can’t believe this is really happening.
I’m so far gone already my hands are shaking slightly as I pull down the front of his sweats and release his dick from the confines of his boxer briefs.
“Oh god,” he groans as I grip his length. “Fuck, Ant.”
I don’t know what it is about hearing West say my name that does it for me, but him saying my nickname is even more of a turn-on, and I give him a few hard strokes as I get control of myself.
I’ve never been this feral for anyone before, not even the last time we were together. I don’t know if it’s because this is our first time without the mask, and with him knowing exactly who I am, but tonight feels different from the other times.
West’s gaze softens as he looks down at me, and a little smile tips his lips as he gently runs his fingers through my hair and pushes the long strands back from my face.
This isn’t the first time I’ve put my mouth on him, but it’s the first time he can see that it’s me doing it, and I keep eye contact with him as I lean in and wrap my lips around his cockhead.
His moan is loud and guttural, and I keep my eyes locked on his as I slowly take more of him, moving a half inch at a time until his length is pressing down my throat and my lips are pushed up against his body.
“Fuuuuuck,” he says on a low moan and slides his fingers through my hair to keep it back from my face.
The scrape of his fingers against my scalp feels incredible, and I moan around his length as I move over him in slow, leisurely glides.
He keeps eye contact with me, and watching the pleasure slowly overtake him as his gaze goes from intense and focused to dazed and desperate is as hot as having my mouth on him again.
“Ant,” he practically pants, his hands tightening in my hair to the point of pain, but I just keep up my agonizingly slow pace. “Please.”
“Please what?” I pull off him only long enough to get my question out before I swallow him back down and hold him in the back of my throat so he can feel it spasm and tighten around his cockhead as my gag reflex kicks in.
I stay like that for as long as I can while he splutters and groans in pleasure, then switch to running the flat part of my tongue up and down his length in a way that I know will drive him crazy with need.
The litany of pleasure sounds that are falling from his lips spur me on, and I keep teasing him as I switch between giving him long, slow licks with the occasional deepthroat mixed in to keep him right on the edge of pleasure.
“Stop,” he says suddenly, and I can tell he’s close by the panic in his voice and the way he’s yanking on my hair.
I let him pull me off him, but instead of giving him a breather, I stand and cover his mouth with mine.
His kiss is messy and eager, and I groan as he palms my cock over my sweats.
“Wanna taste you,” he says against my kiss. “Please let me suck you again.”
“You want to?” I ask against his lips.
He nods and palms my ass with his strong hands.
“Go ahead.”
The way he instantly drops to his knees and yanks my sweats down warms something deep inside me, and I run my fingers through his soft hair as he eagerly fishes my dick out of my underwear.
“That’s it,” I praise as he gives me a few hard strokes. “So good,” I murmur when he draws me into his warm mouth.
His low moan reverberates around my length, and I don’t bother stifling my groan of pleasure when he starts moving over me in quick bobs.
“You love this.” I brush my thumb over the hollow in his cheek as he sucks me almost all the way down.
He lifts his eyes to mine, and the naked desire in them set my already heated blood on fire.
West isn’t the first person to go down on me, but there’s something about seeing him on his knees with my length moving in and out of his mouth that affects me in an almost visceral way. It feels good and it’s hot as fuck to watch, but it goes so much deeper than just the physical.
It’s how much he’s enjoying it that makes it so hot. He likes making me feel good, and more than that, he wants to make me feel good.
I let him have his fun for a few minutes, then I gently cup his cheeks and pull him off me.
He licks his lips and looks up at me with wide, expectant eyes, like he’s waiting for my next command.
“I have an idea,” I tell him.
His brow furrows, but he doesn’t question me as I use my foot to shove the coffee table back a few feet. Now we’ll have enough room for what I have in mind.
West’s confusion fades when I push my sweats and underwear all the way down so they’re puddled around my ankles, then sit on the edge of the couch with my legs spread wide.
“On your hands and knees.”
He gives me a confused look but places his hands on the floor and gets into position without question.
“Come here,” I tell him, and more of that warmth fills my chest as he moves closer so his face is right next to my dick. “Shift this way.” I tap on his hip, and he slides over so he’s lined up with the couch and not straight out in front of me.
“Do you want more?” I ask.
He nods.
“Go ahead.”
He eagerly swallows me all the way down and holds me there for a few beats, and his throat spasms and clenches around my length in the most incredible way.
After holding me there for a few more beats, he starts moving over me again, and I run my hand down his back and slip it under the waistband of his sweats.
He moans around me, and I tease the full globes of his ass with my fingertips, giving him a hint of what’s to come.
He wiggles back against my hand and moves a bit faster over me.
Steeling myself against my own orgasm, I push the back of his sweats and underwear down so his ass is exposed. He instinctively arches his back and pops his ass in the air, giving me the perfect view as I look down the line of his body.
“So hot,” I praise and reach between the cushions of the couch for the small bottle of lube I keep there.
West’s rhythm falters, and his eyes cloud over as I pull the lube free.
“What?” I ask.
He closes his eyes and goes back to sucking me.
I slide my hand under his chin and stop him mid-motion. “What?” I repeat when he opens his eyes and looks at me.
He slowly pulls off me and lets my length fall from his mouth. “Nothing.”
I rub my thumb over his bottom lip. “Tell me.”
“My brain just went to a weird place,” he says, his cheeks going pink again. “I just wondered how many people you’ve pulled the couch lube out for.”
“Two,” I tell him.
His expression falls.
I press my thumb against his lip again. “You and me.”
His brow furrows in confusion.
“I keep it here so I don’t have to get up when I want to enjoy some solo time,” I explain. “And now I’m pulling it out to use on you.”
His expression softens. “I’m sorry.”
“Strike two.” I boop his nose playfully.
He bursts out laughing. “I’m sorry,” he says, still laughing hysterically. “That was just the last thing I expected you to do.”
“Hmmmm.” I lean over and grab a handful of his ass. “That sounds like strike three.”
His eyes widen with what I’m guessing is either fear or excitement. Or both.
“But I’ll let it slide.” I squeeze his ass hard enough to make him whimper. “This time.” I boop his nose again.
He grins, his eyes sparkling with humor, but doesn’t start laughing again.