Big Meat (A Recipe of Love Book 2)

by Paige Conners

  I’m really glad I did, in the past Anthony didn’t pull my chair out for me. Also, our conversations weren’t the same. We still have the same ease of conversation as we always have, but now we talk about our future and what we want out of life. I know that Anthony really is the family focused simple man I knew him to be. I also know how complex he is and his love of literature and reading. I finally understand that if he didn’t have the family obligation of the butcher’s shop he would probably have become a teacher.

  I probably get a mental image at least once a day of big tattooed and bearded Anthony teaching a college lecture. That’s normally followed up with a brief fantasy of me offering to stay and earn extra credit. Even I’m amazed at how dirty my imagination apparently is. I thought that going years without any type of sex would mean I could handle the wait, I was wrong. It was like the kiss unleashed my libido and now I’m going crazy waiting for Anthony to make good on the promise of that kiss.

  Thankfully it’s the third date. We’re walking through Old City enjoying First Friday, the monthly art celebration with open art galleries and great food. I love First Friday not just because of the art but how it perfectly demonstrates the diversity of the city. Young, old, different races and ethnicities are all present and celebrating the local art scene.

  I’m laughing as Anthony tugs my hand and pulls me towards JJ Bootleggers. When Anthony brought up doing First Friday together, I agreed with the stipulation I got my apple pie moonshine cocktail from Bootleggers and loaded tater tots. People get out of the way in a hurry when they see Anthony coming, I’m half tempted to just jump on his back and ride him through the crowd. As much as I love First Friday and all the art, I have always had trouble with the crowds.

  The promise of Anthony’s company, tots and an apple pie moonshine are worth the discomfort, though. Most apple liquors taste artificial, not this one, this one is like a classic apple pie, just in booze form. If I could, I would buy the apple pie moonshine to take home with me, but it’s only available at the restaurant. I realize as Anthony is greeting people he knows the owner and most of the staff.

  I’m used to this with Joe and Frankie, most of the time I know them myself. It strikes me as funny that antisocial grump Anthony is more popular than I am here. While he’s busy greeting everyone, I look around and see if anything has changed since the last time I was here. I see them setting up for karaoke and hope to God we’re out of here before it starts. I have no problem with karaoke with my friends at home, but out in public where I’m supposed to be nice and not tell someone they just butchered an 80’s anthem? I stay smart and avoid it. The giant Jenga game is in place on the table in the back, I think that would be fun to play with Anthony.

  Anthony leads us up to the bar, and I take care of ordering for us. This is definitely his milieu, looks wise other than being much bigger than everyone else they all look similar with beards and ink. When my drink comes in its mason jar, I take a sip and lean into Anthony’s side. I am shamelessly using him as a shield from the sea of humanity surrounding us. He smiles apologetically at me and answers a few more questions before finally turning to face me fully on my bar stool.

  “Did they use up your quota of words for the night? Are you all talked out now and if you open your mouth all I’ll get is a weird croaking groan?” I tease as I sip on the straw for my drink. Sitting on the stool looking up at him I think the height difference might actually be the same as if I were standing.

  “No, they didn’t use up my quota of words. I use a rollover plan, so all the words I don’t use during the day when I’m away from you are available for use,” he jokes as he picks up his drink and takes a sip, no straw for my burly man. I bury my face in his big chest and give in to the giggles. I always knew Anthony was funny, but I never realized just how silly he is.

  I feel him run his massive hand over the sides of my head, I went ahead and spiked the faux hawk up since I know Anthony likes the soft fuzzy texture of the sides and back of my head. I’m thankful he isn’t one of the guys who thinks women should have long hair, short hair is so much easier to take care of and hard to use as a weapon against someone. I feel Anthony go still and look up trying to figure out what is wrong, when I see our food coming. Like a dorky little kid I clap my hands and bounce in my seat when I see my Loaded Tots and the Honey and ‘Shine wings being brought to us.

  “You ordered for us Micina?” He leans down, so he can whisper in my ear, ending chills up and down my spine.

  “Well yeah, you were busy with your fan club and I know what you like to eat. I know how hungry I am and can only imagine you’re just as hungry. You can go ahead and change your order if you want. I got you the Honey and ‘Shine wings and the Meatloaf Marsala, I got myself my tots and the ribs. We can share if you want?” I answer as I excitedly dig into my tots, moaning at the salty potato goodness.

  “What you ordered is perfect, Lindsay.” I feel him lean over and kiss my head, at the same time I watch his free hand come up and snag one of my tots. I ignore the thought of what this feels like, I may have finally admitted that I have feelings for Anthony but that doesn’t mean I need to retire my crown.

  * * *

  By the time we get back to my apartment, I’m ready to climb Anthony like a tree, just call me Marcel. Wait, Marcel was a boy. I shake the distracting thoughts out of my head and watch Anthony’s strong back as he walks up the stairs. We’ve been adjusting to make things work for both of us. Going up the stairs this way I don’t have to freak out over having someone at my back and he gets to check my apartment first for any potential threats.

  Another benefit to it means I get to stare at his back and ass more. His ass is nice, round, and tight. His back is massive and broad, you can see muscles flexing under his shirt as he does something as simple as lifting his arm to unlock my apartment door. I want to see him go up a ladder or do chin ups over and over again just to watch his muscles flex.

  Anthony looks over his shoulder and sees me staring at him. I shrug at getting caught. It’s not like I can deny or explain my behavior. I can’t even explain to myself why I’m so enamoured with watching his back move, I just am. I’m anxious for summer and no shirt weather. I’m already thinking of random stuff we could need done like, hanging fairy lights on the back patio.

  The minute I catch up and go through the apartment door he snags my hands and pulls me into his arms. He positions me with my back to the door, and our combined weight closes it. His hands slide down my waist, over my hips, before finally he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me up into the air and pins me to the door. I think I faintly hear a canned audience cheer track screaming in celebration, then again that might be my vagina that is finally in contact with Anthony’s promised land.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him in close and start nipping at his lips. I can’t help but to grind myself against his throbbing erection I can feel even through both layers of jeans. I try to wrap my arms tighter when I feel him pull back from kissing me. I will deny to my dying day the whiny moan I let out when he pulls away from me and pins my hips in place to keep me from grinding on him.

  “Stop Lindsay, we need to talk about what might set you off. I don’t want you to have a panic attack.” He lets out a harsh breath that I feel across my ear and neck, which does absolutely nothing with helping me have a semi coherent conversation. I try to force my brain out of porn star mode and focus on what he justifiably is concerned about.

  I’m reasonable certain a complete freakout or panic attack would ruin the mood and prevent me from my goal of riding Anthony like a prized pony all night. I start giggling at how mad Anthony would get if he knew I even mentally referred to him as a pony.

  “Do I even want to know why you’re giggling right now?” he growls making me start giggling again. I bite my lip to try to keep myself from giggling more and shake my head no. Finally, I take a deep breath and get myself in the right headspace to consider my triggers.

  “The only thing
s I can think of that might trigger a flashback would be if you held me down by my wrists or were behind me up against my back. I spent a lot of time with my last therapist going over different triggers but sex positions weren’t something we focused on,” I answer as I look over Anthony’s shoulder refusing to make eye contact. What type of headcase has to stop and have a do’s and don't’s discussion before having normal sex? Anthony deserves a woman he can be spontaneous and himself with.

  “Lindsay, look at me. If what I think just went through your head did, we’re going to have to experiment to find a way for me to bend you over and spank your ass. Now tonight, this first time, I don’t want to experiment and risk you freaking out, I’ve waited too long to have you to be patient. In the future we can experiment and see if it will trigger you if you want.” Anthony emphasizes his point by shoving against me letting him feel how hard and long he is.

  “Uh huh. Okay, whatever. I just know if you don’t get your dick inside me in the next three minutes I’m not responsible for what happens.” He has to be out of his mind thinking I can have a coherent discussion after he did that shit. All that’s on my mind is trying to do the mental calculations of if I felt what I think I felt, I’m going to be a very sore but happy girl tomorrow.

  “Two more important questions Inferna Gattina. First, are you on any type of birth control? I have a condom, but I’m clean and dying to feel you bare.” He emphasizes this by grinding into me again. Yeah, I was right, I’m definitely feeling the head of his dick reach my belly button.

  “I’m on the pill. I’m clean too. What’s the second question?” I lean forward and lick from the hollow of his neck up to his ear before nipping it trying to spur him into action. My plan backfires because he tastes so damn good, I can’t stop myself from nibbling on his neck more. His skin is salty and warm under my mouth, I’m so incredibly tempted to bite and leave a mark letting other women know he’s not available.

  “I was going to ask you where you wanted us to go, but you’re out of time now.” He unwraps my legs from around his hips and puts my feet on the floor. I feel his massive fingers slide in between my jeans and my lower stomach before he unbuttons my jeans and shoves them and my panties down to the floor. I slip my shoes off and kick them and my pants to the side.

  Before I have a chance to return the favor he’s yanking at his belt and letting his pants drop to the ground. If I thought I was shocked before I definitely am now. First off, Anthony apparently is a fan of going commando or out of underwear. Second, his dick is bigger than I thought. I’m so not a size queen, in fact I’m pretty sure he will in fact reach my belly button and I have no shame in admitting I’m afraid of the monster facing me. Third, Anthony is pierced!

  I know I’m staring at his penis at this point and I really don’t care. He has a reverse prince albert going out the top of the tip of his dick and a jacob’s ladder running down the bottom. I count all seven stainless steel barbells lines up perfectly parallel before I nervously swallow. I knew Anthony had ink, but that’s not too out there these days, having eight piercings in your dick is pretty out there. I watch enraptured as Anthony wraps his hand around the base of his dick and tugs up slowly running his fingers over each barbell. When he reaches the top, he absently rubs his thumb over the ball at the base of the head of his dick.

  “Do you like them?” He absently tugs on the piercings as I stare in amazement.

  “Yeah, I guess. Right now I’m focused on the fact that you have enough metal in your junk to set off a metal detector. You don’t even have your ears pierced, so I wasn’t expecting this,” I say as I wave my hand to indicate all that he’s rocking. He shrugs in typical Anthony fashion instead of explaining anything.

  It’s his turn to be shocked when I reach out and try to wrap a hand around his dick. I can’t make my fingers touch so I use my thumb to rub his piercings and move my hand up until it bumps into his. Apparently my hand on his dick is too much for Anthony, the next thing I know he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up in the air. He pins me to the door before he returns the favor of licking my neck and driving me crazy.

  I squirm where I’m pinned to the door trying to force his dick inside me. Instead of getting him inside me I’m just managing to drive myself crazier with the bead at the very tip of his dick brushing my clit every once in awhile. I feel it glance off the entrance to my pussy and clench trying to pull it inside me.

  Anthony shoves a forearm under my ass bracing me before pulling at my t-shirt. Since I love my throat punch shirt, and would like to keep it fitting perfectly, I decide to help out and yank it off before reaching for his. He reaches over his head and pulls his shirt off with one hand, he switches arms holding me so he can shake it entirely off.

  He lifts me higher to get at my nipple rings, tugging and biting the small hoops I’m currently wearing. I feel every tug in my clit and am grinding myself against his stomach like mad trying to get enough friction to get me off. Without warning I feel Anthony slowly pushing his way inside my pussy. Fucking hell he’s too big, there’s no way he’ll fit. I mentally start counting the piercings as I feel them forced inside my body and know there’s two more left.

  I’m momentarily distracted when Anthony leans back and looks to where we’re joined. I feel my pussy clench and get wetter at the obscene sight of his massive dick pushing inside me. He reaches down and circles my clit with his thumb and I feel the 6th barbell slide inside me. Anthony starts shallowly thrusting inside me while still rubbing my clit and I can feel my orgasm building and my pussy pulsing along his dick.

  Without warning Anthony forces himself the entire way in, I feel the 7th piercing enter me right before the pleasure pain of Anthony hitting my cervix slams through me. The pleasure quickly outweighs the pain when he pinches my clit and my orgasm is no longer building, it is here. I throw my head back and scream out my release as I dig my nails into Anthony’s shoulders, marking his skin with my orgasm.

  I start to come back down when I feel his mouth latch on to my tit. Not my nipple, my entire tit. His jaw must unhinge like a damn snake. Until this moment the only good thing about being part of the itty-bitty tittie club was not needing a bra, having Anthony sucking on practically my entire boob has quickly stolen first place. I feel my body start involuntarily shaking as another bigger orgasm starts to build. Anthony quickly lets go of my tit and then captures its twin. He’s no longer shallowly thrusting in and out of me, he’s slowly pulling almost his entire length out before slamming back home. His pubic bone is rubbing my clit every time he slams into me.

  I gasp and can’t even scream as I shatter in Anthony’s arm. I just open and close my mouth making a weird keening noise I’ve never made in my life. Anthony slams home and stays planted while kissing me deeply while I feel him pulsing as he comes inside me. He breaks the kiss and peppers tiny kisses on my closed eyes and my jaw while we both try to catch our breath.

  “I’m sorry Micina. I wanted our first time to be special but I couldn’t hold back any more,” Anthony whispers softly as he nuzzles my neck. He’s back to being gentle with me and very careful of his size and strength. He slowly pulls out of my pussy and I feel every single piercing on the way out too. He maneuvers me around so that he’s holding me in his arms before toeing off his shoes and stepping out of his jeans. He starts walking towards the hallway, and I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes.

  “It was us Anthony, so it was already special,” I confess as I close my eyes and give in to the lethargy stealing through my limbs. I snuggle in and pet the smattering of hair on his chest while drifting off to sleep.

  14

  Anthony

  I slowly wake up and take a moment to stretch and enjoy where I’m at. I’ve seen Lindsay’s bedroom in the past but not as someone who would know how comfortable the bed is. To be frank, her bedroom doesn’t seem to suit her unless you know the real Lindsay that hides behind her verbal barbs and a fierce resting bitch face. Her bedroom is still simple and
modernistic like the rest of her apartment, but it has feminine touches that I didn’t expect.

  When she remodeled her apartment, she expanded so that she now has a monster master bedroom that runs the entire width of the apartment. Her bed is set up with the headboard against the side wall, so as soon as you walk in the room, the bed is what dominates your vision. The bed itself is a black metal canopy, with skinny vertical metal bars for the headboard and footboard. Sticking with her neutral color palette, her sheets, blankets, and nine million and a half pillows are all shades of gray with a few accents of teal.

  The shockingly feminine aspect of the bed is the sheer curtains that are gathered and tied back at each post. Ever since I saw this bed, the gauzy fabric has fascinated me. The rest of the room is as clean and simplistic as I would expect of Lindsay, including the closet that is organized to within an inch of its life. The curtains, however, are soft and feminine. I have had dreams untying the curtains and pulling them to create a little oasis of sensuality.

  I feel claws pricking at my chest and then a solid weight settling on it. I open my eyes and match gazes with Duchess where she’s glaring at me indignantly. I feel ridiculous as I engage in a staring contest with the little gray fluff ball, but I can’t seem to stop myself, even when she reaches out a paw and whacks me deliberately in the nose.

  “What in the fuck are you doing Anthony?” I hear sleepily mumbled from my armpit where Lindsay is curled up sleeping. I was shocked when she snuggled into me last night when I curled in bed with her, but I wasn’t going to question my good luck.

  “Shhhh I’m having a staredown with your pussy. Letting her know who’s boss,” I answer honestly without breaking eye contact with the gray tabby that is determined to win. I ignore the hysterical laughter that starts shaking the bed. Duchess looks at her owner in disgust, and I silently cheer the fact that I won.