Sleeping With the Enemy

Sequel: Chapter Twelve

Gemma

Okay, this was way better than anything I'd imagined.

Anthony touched me like he owned me. Like he was created for nothing other than to hold me in his hands and kiss my body. Each touch was like white lightning and every kiss was sweeter and more intimate than the one before. He moved with confidence and intention, taking his time and pouring over every inch of me. There wasn't a freckle on my body that he left untouched, and the feel of him on my skin sent me spiraling. The highest proof whiskey. The most potent drug. A dangerous rush that spun me so many ways I wasn't sure which direction was up.

And he was right. After tonight, there would be no going back to the way things were, but if it meant more of this, I was more than okay with that.

As he settled underneath me, I couldn't tear my eyes away from the masterpiece that was his body. Every bit of it was intoxicating. Those piercing green eyes, his crooked smirk, and sharp jaw peppered with dark stubble. His chest displayed a gallery of artwork, a maze of black tattoos covering every inch of him from his strong, rounded shoulders to his chiseled, cut-from-stone abs. How did a guy get muscles like that without living in a gym? My mouth watered as I stared, drinking every bit of him in.

A cocky grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "You just gonna look all night? Or do you want to touch?"

Anthony took my hand, easing it toward his crotch and using it to stroke his erection through the thin material of his boxer briefs. "You want my cock inside of you, baby?"

A wave of shivers covered my body. That filthy mouth of his made my pussy twitch, aching for him to follow through with that threat.

I slid his underwear down and threw them to the floor, and he sprang to attention beneath me. Woah. I figured Anthony was big, but this was... Massive. I was almost speechless as I tried to keep from gawking.

It was too late, though. He caught my gaze, eating up the amazement and disbelief on my face. "Don't worry, we'll get you nice and wet, so it slides right in."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. He was as arrogant as he was sexy.

Regaining a bit of control, I pushed him back against the bed. "Close your eyes."

Taking his cock in my hands, I started stroking. I was slow at first, grazing him with my fingertips from the base all the way up to the tip. After a few seconds, I gripped my whole hand around him, pumping and twisting with a quicker, constant pace. A breathy groan escaped his lips as he tilted his head back, basking in the sensation.

Leaning forward, I took him in my mouth, wrapping my lips around his thick erection. Anthony's body stiffened, fighting the urge to stay in control. He enjoyed holding the reins, but I wanted to show him he could like giving them up just as much.

"You don't need to do this, Gemma."

"Relax." I whispered, rubbing my hands up his chest. "I want to make you feel good."

My lips were on him again, and I started to bob up and down. With each pulse, I took him deeper and deeper, and Anthony's groans got louder. His fingers twisted into my hair, fisting a handful of it and giving it a firm pull. That's it, Anthony. Let go.

Moving faster now, the length of him reaching back into my throat. Alternating between sucking and lapping my tongue against him, I locked eyes with him as I teased his tip. He was getting a taste of his own medicine now, being played with and taunted until he was on the brink of explosion. He plunged deep into my throat again, and I pulsed against him. A part of me was actually enjoying this. Even if only for a second, I loved seeing him lose control and knowing I could make him feel this way. Knowing I could turn him on, that he was just as blown away by this as I was. That the connection between us wasn't one sided. When I moaned, I hardly recognized the noise that came out of my mouth, but it only seemed to turn Anthony on.