Chapter 31 Anthony
Anthony
Iunlock the door and guide Lila inside, my hand still intertwined with hers.
The click of the door shutting behind us feels monumental.
The sound of a threshold being crossed, not just physical but something deeper.
My townhouse is dark except for the faint blue glow of the bay waters visible through the wall of windows overlooking a spacious balcony, casting everything in soft shadows.
Neither of us reaches for a light switch.
In this half-dark, with her hand warm in mine and her breath coming quick and shallow, I don’t need to see clearly. I just need to feel.
“Your place is beautiful,” she whispers, eyes taking in the open layout of the main floor, the moonlight dancing on the water outside.
“Not as beautiful as you,” I say, and it sounds cliché, but fuck, I mean it. Standing here in my entryway, still wearing my too-big leather jacket, her red hair loose around her shoulders, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
She turns to me, a small smile playing at her lips. “Smooth.”
“Not trying to be.” I step closer, drawn to her like gravity. “I call it like I see it.”
Her eyes hold mine, searching for something. Whatever she’s looking for, she must find it, because she reaches up and hooks her arms around my neck, pulling me down to her level.
“Take me upstairs,” she whispers against my lips. “I want to see your bedroom.”
My heart hammers against my ribs as I lead her toward the stairs. Each step we climb feels heavy with anticipation. I’ve imagined this moment. Bringing her here, to my space, my bed, more times than I can count. But the reality of her hand in mine, her feet on my stairs, outshines every fantasy.
My bedroom takes up most of the top floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the bay just like downstairs and a large ensuite bathroom.
The king-sized bed sits centered on one wall.
Simple dark sheets made this morning without knowing they’d see her tonight.
The moon is bright enough that we still don’t need lights, just silver-blue glow washing over everything.
Lila moves to the window, looking out at the water. “The view is incredible.”
I come up behind her, sliding my arms around her waist. “I know,” I murmur, but I’m not looking at the bay. I’m looking at her reflection in the glass, the way the moonlight catches in her hair, illuminates the curve of her cheek.
She turns in my arms, her back to the window now, face tilted up to mine. There’s vulnerability in her eyes, but no fear. Just trust and want and something deeper I don’t dare name yet.
“I’ve been thinking about this since that night at the club,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “About your hands on me. Your mouth.”
The memory of that night, her soft gasps, the taste of her lips. The way she came apart under my tongue sends heat rushing through me. “I haven’t thought about anything else.”
She rises on her toes and kisses me, soft at first, then deeper as her hands find my hair, tugging me closer. I moan against her mouth, hands sliding down to cup her ass, lifting her slightly. She’s so fucking perfect in my arms, like she was made to be there.
I walk her backward toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. When her legs hit the mattress, I ease her down, following her body with mine, careful not to crush her with my weight. The feel of her beneath me, soft curves pressed against me. It's intoxicating.
“Too many clothes,” she murmurs against my mouth, tugging at my shirt.
I sit back on my heels, straddling her thighs, and slowly unbutton my shirt. Her eyes follow my fingers, hungry and appreciative. When I shrug it off, her hands immediately go to my chest, tracing the muscles there, fingertips ghosting over my skin.
She sits up enough for me to pull her dress over her head, revealing a simple black bra underneath. My breath catches at the sight of her. The full curves of her breasts rising above black lace, the soft swell of her stomach, the way her skin glows in the moonlight.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I breathe, unable to keep the reverence from my voice.
A shadow crosses her face. “Eli always said I was too fat.”
Anger flares hot in my chest at the mention of his name, at the knowledge that he made her feel anything less than perfect. “Eli was a blind, stupid asshole,” I say firmly, placing my hands on her waist. “Every inch of you is exactly how it should be.”
I lean down and kiss her collarbone, the soft skin above her breasts, the valley between them. Her breath hitches as I reach behind her to unhook her bra, sliding it down her arms and tossing it aside. Her breasts fall free, full and perfect, nipples hardening in the cool air of the room.
“God, look at you,” I murmur, cupping one breast in my palm, brushing my thumb over the nipple. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
I lower my head and take the hardened peak into my mouth, sucking gently, then more firmly as her hands find my hair again, holding me against her.
The sounds she makes, little gasps and whimpers, drive me wild.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention while my hand continues to massage the first.
Her hips are moving restlessly beneath me, seeking friction. I slide one hand down her stomach to the waistband of her panties. She lifts her hips to help me remove them, leaving her in nothing.
I sit back again, drinking in the sight of her naked on my bed. “I’ve dreamed about this,” I admit, running my hands up her thighs. “About having you here.”
The sight of her completely naked makes my cock throb painfully against the confines of my jeans.
I slide down the bed, positioning myself between her legs, pushing her thighs gently apart and lifting her legs over my shoulders. She’s already wet, glistening in the moonlight. I blow softly against her core, watching her shiver at the sensation.
“Please,” she whispers, hips rising slightly.
“Please what?” I ask, needing to hear her say it. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Your mouth. I need your mouth on me. Don’t make me wait.”
I lower my head and lick a slow, deliberate stripe from her entrance to her clit. She gasps, body tensing at the contact. I do it again, slower this time, savoring the taste of her on my tongue. She’s sweet and perfectly Lila, and I could happily drown in her.
I focus on her clit, circling it with my tongue, then sucking gently. Her thighs tremble on either side of my head, her breathing coming in short, sharp gasps. I slide one finger inside her, then another, curling them forward to hit that spot that makes her cry out.
“Anthony,” she moans, the sound of my name on her lips sending a surge of pride through me.
I work her with my fingers and mouth, finding a rhythm that has her writhing beneath me. Her hands fist in the sheets, then in my hair, pulling almost painfully.
I love it.
I want her to lose control, to take what she needs from me.
I can feel her getting close. Her inner walls tightening around my fingers, her clit swelling under the pressure. I suck it into my mouth and gently bite down, flicking it with my tongue.
“Oh God,” her body arching off the bed as she comes, a cry tearing from her throat. I don’t let up, working her through the orgasm, only easing off when her spasms subside.
I kiss my way back up her body, her inner thigh, her hipbone, her stomach, between her breasts, her neck, until I reach her mouth. She kisses me hungrily, tasting herself on my tongue, her hands already working at my belt.
“I want you inside me,” she says against my lips. “Now.”
I stand to shed my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free, hard and aching. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight, a small smile curving her lips.
“I knew you were big, but I didn’t see everything at the club, with your pants still on,” she says, reaching for me as I crawl back onto the bed.
I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock brushing against her entrance. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
Her answer is to wrap her legs around my waist, pulling me toward her. “Fuck me, Anthony. And don’t be gentle.”
Her words send a surge of heat through me. I push into her slowly at first, giving her time to adjust to my size. She’s tight and hot and wet around me, and it takes everything I have not to lose control immediately.
Once I’m fully seated inside her, I pause, forehead pressed against hers, both of us breathing hard. “You feel so fucking good,” I murmur.
She urges, digging her heels into my lower back. “Hard.”
I pull back and thrust into her, harder than before. She gasps, nails digging into my shoulders.
I find a rhythm, each thrust driving deep inside her. Her breasts bounce with the force of my movements, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. I can’t take my eyes off them, off her face twisted in pleasure.
“Harder.”
I push in deeper, pounding into her with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall. “Like this?” I growl.
“Mmm,” she hums.
Her hand comes up to guide mine to her throat. I hesitate for a split second, but the look in her eyes is clear—she wants this. I wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze.
The effect is immediate. Her eyes roll back, her inner walls clenching around me. “That’s it,” I say, watching her face. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
She moans at the praise, her body responding beautifully. I maintain the pressure on her throat, still thrusting into her, watching as her cheeks flush and her eyes glaze with pleasure.
“You take my cock so well,” I tell her, leaning down to kiss her parted lips. “Such a good girl for me.”
I release her throat, watching as she gulps in air, her eyes focusing on mine again. Without breaking my rhythm, I lower my head to her breast, taking a nipple between my teeth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp. I suck the tender flesh, marking her, claiming her in a way Eli never could.
“Mine,” I growl against her skin, leaving another mark on the swell of her other breast. “All mine.”
She hums in agreement, the sound rough and raspy.
I pull out suddenly, ignoring her whimper of protest. “Turn over,” I command, my voice rough with need. “Hands and knees.”
She complies eagerly, positioning herself before me, ass raised invitingly. I run my hands over the smooth curves, squeezing gently. “Look at you,” I murmur. “So perfect.”
I line myself up and push back into her, the new angle allowing me to go even deeper. She cries out, pushing back against me, taking me fully.
“That’s it,” I say, setting a brutal pace, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. “Take all of me.”
My hand comes down on her ass with a sharp crack, the sound echoing in the room. She moans, pushing back harder.
I spank her again, watching the pale skin turn pink under my hand. “You like that, don’t you? Like it when I mark you?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
I continue fucking her hard, one hand slapping her beautiful ass, the other reaching around to find her clit. She’s soaking wet, so sensitive that she immediately reacts to my touch.
Her moans are getting higher in pitch as she approaches another orgasm.
“Lila, come on my cock,” I growl in her ear. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
Her body tenses, then shudders violently as she comes. Her inner walls clamping down on my dick like a vice. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I follow her into oblivion, a guttural moan tearing from my throat as I empty myself inside her.
For a moment, we stay frozen like that, both panting, bodies still connected. Then, I carefully pull out and collapse beside her, drawing her into my arms. She nestles against my chest, her body warm and soft against mine.
We lie there in comfortable silence for a few moments, our breathing gradually slowing. I disentangle myself from her.
“I’ll be right back,” I promise, pressing a kiss to her lips before heading to the bathroom.
I return with a warm washcloth and gently clean between her legs, taking care not to be too rough with her oversensitive skin. She watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, a small smile playing at her lips.
“What?” I ask, catching her expression.
“Nothing,” she says. “Just... I didn’t expect this after what we just did.”
I toss the washcloth into the hamper and climb back into bed, pulling her close again.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” she asks.
Confused, I pull her against me and hold her. “What do you mean, scare me?”
“I like rough sex. I enjoy choking, spanking, and even some bondage. I enjoy being submissive with someone I trust. We didn’t talk first, so I had no way of telling you that.”
“I was afraid I’d trigger you. I have no idea what trauma you went through before I started watching you. But this is nice to know, because I enjoy being dominant.” I reply.
“I’ve never been with anyone I trusted enough for this type of sex.” She trails off for a moment, thinking about how to word the next part of what she’s saying. I wish I could read her mind. “I never trusted Eli not to hurt me. He always did. Every time, he’d hurt me and he wouldn’t stop.”
This knowledge sends a rush of anger through my blood. There is a time and place to let out this feeling and it is not here and now, with Lila. I force it down, for now. Maybe I’ll pay him a little visit in jail.
We lay together in silence for so long that I thought she had fallen asleep, but she shifts next to me like she’s about to leave.
I pull the covers over us, tucking her in more securely next to me. “Stay the night?” I ask, trying to keep the hope out of my voice.
In answer, she snuggles closer, throwing her leg over mine, head nestled in the crook of my neck. “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.”
I listen as her breathing deepens and slows, feel the moment she drifts into sleep.
I stay awake a little longer, savoring the weight of her against me, the scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin.
After months of watching from a distance, of wanting but not having, the reality of her in my arms, in my bed, feels like a miracle.
She’s mine now, I’ve got her. Not the masked man or the stalker, but the real me. And somehow, impossibly, she wants me anyway.
I send a quick text to Mia so she doesn’t worry about Lila. She answers with a wink face emoji that makes me chuckle. The movement making Lila shift against me.
It doesn’t take long before I’m drifting off to sleep with her.