“Shit, I’m sorry baby,” I said, sitting up.
“The only thing you should be sorry about is that you still haven’t fucked me,” she replied, her eyes shining with mischief as she patted my chest affectionately. “It’s okay…,”
“Fuck it is,” I huffed, gripping her hips and lifting her off me. I stood up, pulling her to her feet. I wasn’t done with her, and even with my cock swollen from just coming, it was still unsatisfied.
I grabbed her face and dipped my head, closing my mouth over hers. I sucked her lip between mine slipping my tongue over hers and sweeping her mouth. Her fingers curled into my hipbone when I slowly pulled away from her.
“Let’s get you cleaned and fucked,” I said, before touching my lips gently to hers. I lifted her into my arms and carried her towards my bathroom. I ignored the nagging voice in my head that this was all a mistake. Taunting me that I should end it now, that I’d wake up tomorrow with the false sense of hope, when in reality this couldn’t be, not again. Never again.
I placed her down on her feet and pulled back the shower curtain, turning on the water, adjusting it to the way she liked it. She gave me a weary stare before stepping under the spray letting the water soak her body. I watched, inhaling sharply, as she tilted her head under the spray and pulled her hair out of the ponytail letting it cascade down her slender back.
I stepped into the shower, closing the curtain behind me and leaving the dark thoughts that tried to invade this moment outside the shower. I reached for the body wash, pouring it into the palm of my hand and then slid my lathered hands over her body. She leaned into me, her back against my chest as my hands massaged her breasts, cleaning myself from her and at the same time, igniting her fire again. She reached behind her, wrapped her arm around my neck, and looked over her shoulder at me.
“I missed you, Anthony. I missed us,” she whispered, totally gutting me.
I swallowed hard and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose as my soapy hands worked circles down her belly, my fingertips teasing between her legs, seeking her acceptance.
“I missed you too,” I whispered against her ear, taking her earlobe between my teeth. Her legs slid open and I watched her eyes close as my fingers drew lazy circles over her pussy. Her hand closed over my wrist, moving my hand, telling me what she wanted. I slid a finger inside of her about to shove another one in when she turned around, eyes wide.
“No…not this time,” she moaned, taking my face in her hands, wiping away the water that trickled down my face. “This time you need to fuck me. I need to feel what I’ve been missing since you went away.” She swallowed, her eyes holding mine captive. “Please,” she begged.
I learned something in that moment, something I knew all along but tried to ignore, I could never deny her. I could pretend, live my life saying it’s best for both of us, for her son, if I’m not in her life. In the larger scheme of things, she’d always have me. I’d always be there when she needed me. Whether it is holding her hand when she gave birth, breaking her ex-boyfriend’s arm, or simply just loving her physically and emotionally. I’d always give in, even if I put up a fight at first, she’d always win me in the end. She owned me.
I bent my head and took her mouth gently, this time turning her around never breaking the kiss. I lifted her up, back against the cold tile and heard her shriek at the coldness.
I kissed her shoulder blade as her legs wrapped around my waist, my cock brushing against the part of her that craved me the most. Her arms hung loosely around my neck and I pulled back slightly to glance at her. It was the biggest mistake of my life and that’s saying a lot since I had been making mistakes since I was twelve years old. However, right there, looking at her and the way she stared at me, like I could make her whole or some shit, completely fucked with me. I would always remember that moment for as long as I lived and when I drop dead I’ll probably die with this moment being my last memory.
I held her gaze as I did what we both wanted for so long, what we both needed, I pushed inside her filling her with my cock, making her and I whole again. Her body enveloped me, her pussy eating me up, taking me inch by inch until I couldn’t tell where I ended and she began. I pulled out and thrusted back in, rotating my hips and grinding into her, working her hips so that her body bounced up and down on my cock. She arched her back against the tiles, pulling me deeper inside of her.
My hands squeezed her ass as I sped up my motions, fucking her hard and desperate against the shower wall. She bucked and screamed, her head twisting and turning wildly as she latched down onto my dick, claiming it with her pussy. My fucking pussy, my sweet fucking pussy made especially for me. Thinking of her, claiming her cunt as my own, set me off as I pounded recklessly inside of her. I fucked her hard enough to believe fucking her right now was making up for the four years I had fucked her in my dreams.
She writhed against me, her nails raking down my back, clawing my ass as she pulled me as deep and far inside of her as I could possibly go. Then when I knew I was home, I came inside her. I dropped my head to her shoulder.
“Fuck Reese’s,” I whispered hoarsely. Her index finger tilted my chin upward and my eyes met hers. She opened her mouth to say something but as quickly as her lips parted, they closed together again. I kiss her gently, deciding it was probably for the best she didn’t speak what her eyes were already saying. I don’t think I could bare it. I slowly withdrew myself from her, already aching at the loss of being buried inside of her. I settled her down on her feet watching as she swayed a little. I shut the water off, pulled back the curtain and grabbed the towel from the rack. I patted her down, towel drying her body before wrapping the towel tightly around her. I grabbed another towel from the cabinet and quickly dried myself off, feeling her gaze intently watching my every move.
I lifted her again, cradling her in my arms and carried her to my bedroom. The last woman to sleep in this bed was her. I lay her sated body on the side she claimed for herself and removed the towel from her body. Her breasts were swollen a trail of marks my mouth left all over her body and the ones from my scruff. She doesn’t seem to mind in fact she seems the most relaxed I’ve seen her since I’ve been home. I drop the towel from my waist and crawl into bed beside her. I pull her warm body against mine and kiss the back of her neck.
“Go to sleep Reese’s, I promise the dreams will be good,” I whisper against her skin before tightening my hold on her.
She sighs softly and rests her head on my chest.
“You were the one who went away, the one who came home after three years,” she whispers into my ear. “So why is it I’m the one who feels like I finally broke free and came home?”
I don’t answer her. I trail my fingertips up and down her spine, pray that tomorrow comes, and I can still hold onto the woman that’s holding onto me for dear life. She knows already. She’s used to my shit. I’m the one in denial. I’m the one who tries to hang on to hope even knowing I will let her go again.
Chapter Thirteen: 2014
Sitting in the dark watching the rise and fall of Anthony’s chest as he slept so peacefully was something I never thought I’d see again. It was strange watching him, feeling almost as if I was invading a private moment, seeing the man who was always so weary, so hard, look so tranquil. I traced my fingertips down the length of his arm over all the intricate ink that marked his skin. I noticed each of his tattoos told a piece of his story, his struggle between right and wrong, good and bad.
It amazed me that he had no trouble sleeping, he appeared to be in such a deep slumber while I tossed and turned lying awake dreading the morning. I think I was afraid I’d waste my time with him sleeping, knowing the minute I opened my eyes the next morning Anthony would’ve already decided this was a mistake. It wasn’t our first rodeo and by that, I mean it wasn’t the first time Anthony gave into our desires only to disappoint me when morning came.
*****
I diverted my eyes to the door for what seemed like the millionth time that night, hoping Ant
hony would walk through it like he promised he would. We had been talking for a long time now, whether on the phone or texting. Anthony hates texting and will only respond with one word answers. There have been lots of kisses too, all when my father isn’t looking of course. He’s still very much infatuated with climbing the ranks of my dad’s organization. It’s somewhat frightening to watch someone strive so hard to be nothing more than a common criminal. There is no talking to him though. I know behind the tough exterior is an honest man, who wants to make something out of his life. The thing is he thinks all he’ll ever be good at is illegal activities.
I’d be a total hypocrite if I didn’t say his bad boy tendencies are one of the qualities I find attractive, besides his good looks, his sexy smile that he uses sparingly, and the body of a gladiator, I’m just another girl attracted to the bad boy she thinks will change for her. I’m a total cliché but then again it was bound to happen since they say girls are attracted to guys that remind them of their fathers.
I pull my phone out of my back pocket and check my messages noting he still hadn’t responded to the last two I had sent him. I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth as anger consumed me. I despise when someone makes a fool of me, and right now Anthony standing me up was making me feel like a big fat fool. It didn’t help I had bragged to all my friends that Anthony would be picking me up from this party.
My fingers worked quickly to send Anthony an angry text message. I told him not to bother with me anymore – apparently his dick got hard for my father and not me – knowing that would set him off for sure. I hit send without giving a fuck and tucked my phone back into my pocket deciding to make the most of the rest of my night. To hell with Anthony Bianci, if he didn’t want me there was a bunch of guys my own age that would be more than happy to party with me.
I scoped out the party hoping at the very least to find my girlfriends to help me mingle. Since I had arrived, I holed myself up in the corner waiting for Anthony so it was the first time I was really checking out my surroundings. Jenna threw some of the best house parties, anybody who was someone in our school showed up and those who weren’t came hoping the cool kids would throw them a bone. Her parents were pretty cool, letting us take over their whole basement for this shindig. The Christmas lights twinkling around the room were a nice touch, what’s a party without Santa and his reindeer?
“Why is the prettiest girl in school standing by herself in a corner?”
I lifted my eyes to meet Brian Miller’s smile. He was a year older than I was and quarterback of New Utrecht High School’s football team. He was handsome enough I suppose, nicely built, and easy on the eyes. All of the girls in school craved his attention. I might’ve been one of those girls if I went for guys my age but I was stuck on stupid, not able to see the appeal in anyone other than my father’s newly appointed gofer.
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” I replied, smiling as I leaned against the wall and peered at him through my lashes.
“None of them hold a candle to you,” he said with a grin, reaching out to pinch my cheek. I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear as his hand lingered, tracing the outline of my jaw. “What do you say we go out back where it’s quiet?”
“She says no.”
I glanced to the side to where Anthony stood, hands on his hips as he pierced Brian with a brutally harsh stare.
“Excuse me? I can speak for myself thank you very much,” I said, glaring at him.
He turned his eyes perusing the length of me before settling back on my face. He didn’t speak for a moment and his stare alone made butterflies flutter in my belly. Anthony was fucking hot when he was angry. So very fucking hot.
“Adrianna?” Brian asked from behind me. “Who is this guy?”
“Yeah, Adrianna. You got a voice why don’t you tell this kid who I am?” Anthony growled.
I rolled my eyes at him then turned my attention back to Brian.
“Ignore him. He’s just one of my father’s lackeys,” I said, instantly feeling the hairs on the back of my neck raise. He leaned close, his chest pressed against my back, his lips near my ear, his hands moving to my hips.
“Time to go, Reese’s, game over” he said.
I looked at Brian because like Anthony said the game was over and apparently, I had lost. I was too much of a chicken shit to turn around and face Anthony so I just kind of offered Brian a small smile as a consolation prize.
Brian just looked back and forth between Anthony and me before turning around and walking away. Everyone in school knew who my father was, what he did, and by me associating Anthony with my dad, Brian knew Anthony wasn’t someone you messed with.
“Let’s go,” he said gruffly into my ear.
“You should have been here hours ago,” I said, crossing my arms against my chest. His hands travelling the length of my arms.
“Yeah, you want to fight about that? Or you want to get the fuck out of here? Your call but in five seconds I’m going to be taking our clothes off because I can’t fucking wait another second or play another game with you. So, like I said your call; but I don’t think you want all these kids as an audience. Me? I don’t mind teaching them a thing or two.”
I turned around finally facing him and taking in the primal look in his eyes. Aside from the fury of wanting something so badly, there was a hint of humor in those blue eyes. He winked at me, pulling me close to him.
“Let’s get out of here, Reese’s, I’ve got big plans for you.” He kissed one corner of my mouth then the other before pulling back just a fraction to meet my gaze.
“Okay,” I whispered, letting him lead me out of the party, forgetting all about my friends. The butterflies in my belly were back, assaulting my nerves as I followed Anthony out of the party and to his truck. I didn’t know how far he’d go this time, all the other times he always put the brakes on before we ever got to the part where I could say Anthony Bianci took my virginity. Something in his eyes this time told me that tonight was the night.
He drove silently, barely looking at me the entire ride back to his place. It wasn’t until he pulled into the assigned parking spot of his new apartment that he looked over at me, placing his hand on my knee.
“It’s not too late for me to take you home.”
“Yes it is,” I whispered. “Because if you do I’ll never forgive you.” I held his gaze, watched as the wheels in his head turned before he nodded slightly.
“We’ll go slow,” he said, making me wonder if he was trying to reassure himself or me.
“Okay,” I whispered.
“Okay,” he agreed.
We walked hand in hand towards his apartment in silence. I tried not to show him how nervous I was, hoping I didn’t give away all the questions running through my head. What if I wasn’t good enough? Did I remember to shave my legs? I’m going to fuck this up because I have no idea what to do. What if he doesn’t get off? What if it hurts too much?
He opened the door and waited for me to walk inside, following me once I took those first few steps. The door closed softly and it sounded so loud amongst the silence. Anthony dropped his keys onto the coffee table and turned around to face me, for the first time I felt young and inexperienced around him.
“Why didn’t you answer my text messages?” I asked as he reached out and toyed with the strap of my tank top. His fingertips slowly traveled down my arm, barely touching me at the same time awakening me in a way I had never known.
“Lift your arms,” he whispered, ignoring my question.
“You were supposed to meet me at the party. I wanted to introduce you to my friends.” I tried to sound mad but knew I was failing miserably.
He pulled the shirt over my head, crumbling it into a ball and throwing it behind him. Anthony remained silent as he circled me, stopping to stand directly behind me. I jumped when his hands moved to my shoulders.
“It’s just me,” he whispered against my ear as he unfastened my bra. “Just say the word Reese’s, and I will
stop.” His hands stilled, fingers hooked around the straps of my bra as he waited for my permission.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I said hoarsely, looking over my shoulder into his crystal blue eyes. His gaze didn’t wander from mine as his fingers pulled the straps of my bra down my arms freeing my breasts that had never before felt so heavy. I licked my lips nervously before slowly turning around so he could look at me.
His eyes slowly dipped to check out my bare breasts and I heard him grunt, his hand slid along my side, outlining my curves before he took my breasts in his hands, squeezing them slightly familiarizing himself with them.
“Christ, A,” he muttered before taking one of my pink nipples into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation his teeth and tongue provided, unable to wrap my head around how biting my nipples and sucking them hard into his mouth was making me wet between my legs. I was feeling all sorts of foreign things I didn’t know my body was capable of feeling. I glanced down to watch him withdraw my nipple from his mouth, noticing how hard he made them and how the creamy flesh around reddened from the scruff that lined his jaw.
He lifted his eyes to mine as he got down on his knees in front of me and unbuttoned my jeans, drawing down the zipper. I could hear my pulse beating in my ears as he peeled the denim down my tanned legs. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his hands gently caressing the insides of my thighs.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted nervously.
“Do you want to?” He asked cocking his head to the side as his fingertips glided across my panties, carefully avoiding the part of me that needed his touch most.
“Yes,” I struggled between trying to breath and speaking. A gasp escaped my lips when his finger dipped inside the lace edge of my panties. “Anthony …” I stammered.
“Yes?” He peered up at me with a hungry gaze, in one swift move my panties were on the floor, and I was sitting on his couch with my legs spread wide, Anthony kneeling between them. My instincts had my legs closing, only he kept them spread with his big palms.
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