Taste of Ms. Alexander

Chapter 4 - The Fire He Ignited

Amanda Alexander

Anthony pulled into my driveway and killed the engine, yet the charged silence between us only grew more. Before I could even reach for the handle, he was already out of the jeep with such urgency. To my surprise, he came around the front and pulled open my door. The moment I shifted to step out of the jeep, his hand found mine. The instant our fingers touched, a strange surge of energy passed between us. We both jerked back in surprise, our eyes meeting as confusion flickered across our faces. A nervous laugh escaped us moments later, but the lingering awareness between us refused to disappear.

Once the laughter faded, I stepped onto the pavement, but my mind still lingered on that fleeting contact. His presence alone was enough to make me question the universe. I wondered if this was just coincidence or something more, but I quickly shook the thought away. Instead, I turned toward the front door and immediately sensed his presence behind me. It certainly threw my senses into total chaos. My grip tightened around the key as I struggled to focus on the lock in front of me. However, my body had already betrayed me with the way his breath brushed just near my skin. The closer he stood, the harder it became to focus.

Then I felt him lean in near my ear, "The quicka u open di door, di quicka I mek yuh cum."

A sharp pulse of heat shot through me so fast it made my fingers tremble. The key slipped from my grasp and hit the floor with a soft clink. I bent down to try and retrieve them, but the moment I did, my ass pressed flush against his front. A sharp exhale left my lips before I could stop it. The contact sent a wildfire racing through my veins. I swore I felt him press himself into me, to make sure I knew exactly what I had done.

He chuckled, then said, "Easy, baby girl, u nah ready fi mi yet."

His words dripped with amusement, but the weight of them went straight to my core. I forced myself to focus, but my pulse was wild, my breath uneven and my body betrayed every ounce of control I tried to hold onto. Before I could react, Anthony took the keys from my trembling grasp and unlocked the door. Without hesitation, he strolled inside like he owned the place, casually dragging my suitcases behind him.

"Way yuh room?" he asked.

I pointed Anthony in the direction of my room while I settled onto a bar stool. It was almost eerie how nothing in the apartment had changed. Everything was exactly as I had left it. My aunt was an old-fashioned woman, so I wasn't sure why I had expected anything different. I would have loved to switch things up, but I knew better. She would throw a fit and chastise me to death.

However, there was a far more pressing issue at hand. Or rather, one that had already made itself known. The undeniable tension between Anthony and I had my panties embarrassingly damp. It was ridiculous. I wasn't the type to give it up to a stranger, let alone invite one into my personal space. So I had to pull myself together before I did something I would've regretted. Therefore, I distracted myself by texting my aunt to let her know I had arrived safely. Meanwhile, Anthony moved back and forth, bringing in my suitcases one by one.

When he finally finished, he flopped onto the stool next to me. Without a word, he snatched my phone from my hands and set it down on the counter beside him.

My face instantly shifted to annoyance. "What's your problem?"

Instead of answering, Anthony suddenly jumped off the stool and spun me around, pressing my knees against his leg. He didn't hesitate. He didn't ask. His hands slowly traveled up my thighs, until his fingers parted them and nestled himself even closer into me. I wanted to stop him. I really did, but my body had other plans. Every ounce of self-restraint flew right out the fucking window.

His gaze locked onto mine and pulled me deeper into whatever spell he had cast over me. It wasn't just desire, it was control. Almost instinctively, I ran my fingers through his beard. It was soft, luxurious and clearly well-groomed, but just as I started to enjoy the feeling of it, he moved my hand away. It was like he wasn't pleased with the way I touched him. Confusion washed over me as I stared up at him, completely lost in the moment. What the hell was that?

Then suddenly, Anthony licked his lips before leaning in, his head tilted toward the side of my neck. None of this made any logical sense. However, I just let it happen. The instant his beard grazed my skin, a delicious shiver coursed through me. Meanwhile his hands gripped my thighs with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch. He didn't need to speak. The way his fingers pressed into my flesh told me everything I needed to know. He was silently urging me to give him more access to my neck. I obeyed, tilting my head slightly, and he responded by sliding his dominant hand up to my chin, positioning me exactly how he wanted.

His warm tongue flickered against my skin in a slow motion. It ignited a fire that licked its way straight down my spine. I gasped. Anthony's fluid tongue moved more precise, more intentional as if he was searching for my weakness. The second he found it, he devoured it.

A soft whimper spilled from my lips, then another, each one more desperate than the last. My weakness was found. It sent a jolt of raw pleasure tearing through me. My body reacted on its own and I tried moving away from his torture. However, his grip on my thighs tightened and he anchored me back onto the stool. His lips worked me over as he switched between lingering kisses and slow sucks. Anthony teased, tormented and built the tension higher with every flick of his tongue. My senses were drowned in the delicious rhythm he set, and all I could do was let him take me under.

"Anthony," his name left my lips in a sensual moan, and I felt his body go tense.

He stopped and nibbled on my ear. "Mi ah leave now. Play with da pussy an call my name jus like dat."

Just as quickly as he had drawn me in, Anthony suddenly pulled away. He left me breathless and aching from his absence. Without saying a word, he turned and headed for the door, his back to me as though nothing had happened.

I sat there completely stunned. I wanted to scream, "Don't fucking leave!" When I barely knew him, but yet I was willing to give myself to him without hesitation. Where were my morals? All of it seemed to be tossed straight out the window the moment he laid his hands on me.

I forced myself off the stool, even with my body still humming with unspent energy. Every inch of me craved something I had no business wanting. So, without wasting a second thought on what I couldn't have, I marched straight to the linen closet to grab a towel and a rag. A cold shower was my only salvation at the moment. I needed to drown out the fire Anthony had lit inside me, before it consumed me whole.

The bathroom was silent, except for the rush of water as I turned the knob all the way to cold. Icy water crashed over me, but I didn't move. I let it drown out the heat that had ignited within. There was only one clear instinctive, and it was to banish all thoughts of Anthony from my mind. Even though deep down, I knew this was only the beginning.

By the time I finished my nightly routine, exhaustion had settled into my limbs. Therefore, I did not hesitate to climb into bed and brace myself for whatever came next.

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Author's Note:

-This is not the final draft of this book.

-Please excuse any grammatical errors as they'll be corrected later on.

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