Page 53 of No Summer Hotter than You

With my back against his front door and his fingers inside me, I pulled away from our kiss to tug off my crop top. Anthony’s eyes became hazy as a low groan slipped from his parted lips at the sight of my bare breasts. His thumb gently rubbed circles over my clit just as his fingers curled, making my breaths uneven.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Shoua,” he said. His voice was so soft and husky that I clenched around his fingers.

I moaned as he curled his fingers again. I quickly searched for his thick, throbbing dick as I did earlier at the bar. He let out a shaky breath when I finally pulled it out, freeing it from its tight confines.

“You can stroke me, but don’t make me come,” Anthony choked out. His expression was taut. “I want to come in you this time.”

Oh my fucking god.

He reached out and ran his fingers down my chest, playing with my nipples and earning a shuddered moan from me. A cute little smile pulled on his lips as his coated fingers began to ruthlessly pummel and curl in and out of me.

“Right there,” I cried out as he reached my sweet spot.

My release tethered at the edge as the circles he drew over my clit became rough, pushing me closer and closer to it. I tugged lightly on his cock, pulling him toward me—toward the heat I wanted him to extinguish. But he held back as he pumped me with his fingers instead.

That cute, sweet smile he wore was now a twisted grin. He loved seeing me squirm and wither under his touch, so in return I squeezed his cock. He groaned onto my lips as he pressed himself against me. I kissed trembling, lapping lips along his jaw, cheeks, and mouth as my mind thought of only one thing.

I wanted him to take me and fill me up again and again until I was nothing but his writhing, drenched mess.

I came with a sharp suck of breath followed by a deep-throated moan. Once my sex clenched around his fingers, Anthony got down on his knees. He quickly threw one of my legs over his broad shoulders and dove into my slit as he licked, sucked, and slurped like a famished man enjoying his first feast in years.

“Anthony,” I called out as his tongue swirled over my clit. I reached down to run my fingers through his hair as he sucked it, and I wailed from the overstimulation. I looked down at him and met his twinkling honey brown eyes. “Anthony, I want you. Please.”

He pulled away with glistening lips and darted his tongue over my release. He moaned, “Show me how this sweet pussy rides on a tongue, cowgirl.”

He didn’t wait for my groan as he leaned back in and flattened his tongue against my folds, holding my gaze. He blinked slowly up at me, fanning his lashes as he continued to lap away. I moaned as his tongue started to explore my heat with each deep stroke. Then, as if to push me further, he hummed, which sent deep vibrations through me.

My thighs clamped tightly around his head, my whimpers beginning to sound tortured. He hummed again and again with each of my moans getting louder and louder. My legs started to quake again as his tongue pulled out of me.

I moaned out loud as I leaned back against the front door and began to move my hips against his mouth. My hands in his hair tightened and he moaned into me, making my eyes roll back. He let out a muffled laugh into me as his mouth opened wider and his tongue flattened even more.

My body snapped that instant, and I came again. This time, fireworks exploded behind my eyes as I continued to ride out on his tongue in a withering mess. I groaned loudly with each of his stroke against my sensitive sex. Anthony chuckled softly and drank me up, quenching his thirst.

When I came down from my high, he gently set me on the floor with wild eyes and the biggest grin I had ever seen on him. His lips and chin soaked with my release. He stood up tall and pulled me into a quick, heated kiss before sweeping me up in his arms. He took me upstairs to his room and placed me on his bed, his pupils blown wide open.

He quickly tugged off my skirt and panties along with my white cowboy boots. He let out a little snicker as I helped get his shirt off him and then his pants. It wasn’t long before we were fully naked and laying on his bed together. His bedsheets smelled like a mix of his bodywash and cologne—a thick pine forest, citrus, and cedarwood—and I loved it.

“If there’s ever a moment where you hesitate and want to stop, you need to tell me, Shoua,” Anthony said as he pushed my thick hair out of my face.

We were no longer doing anything sexual as I simply laid in his arms. I could feel how hard he was against my stomach, and when I reached down to help relieve him, he gently pushed my hand away.

“I might come if you touch my cock again.” His voice was soft and pleading.

I ran my fingers down his chest and over his defined abs to his hips. Each of his muscles trembled under my touch. “Then how about here?” I asked lightly.

He let out a hitched moan against my jaw as I touched the expanse of his flat lower abs, so close to where all his blood was flowing. He buried his face into the crook of my neck as my hand flattened and swiped over the base above his throbbing shaft again.

I didn’t know I could have this kind of power over Anthony.

“Shoua,” he started, swallowing thickly as he pulled away to look at me. Despite the desire swimming in his eyes the way a man would look at the woman he was attracted to, he was still my best friend. I knew he wanted me to feel safe. “Tell me you’ll stop me if this all becomes too much. All right? You need to say yes or no.”

My fingers made their way to his shaft and his hand immediately stopped me from going farther. “Yes,” I answered.

He smothered me with a ticklish kiss as I laughed into his mouth. He made his way down, kissing the column of my neck to my chest. There, he took one of my aching nipples and sucked it deep into his mouth as he did with my tongue. My back arched as I tried to give him more leverage. Once he gave it enough attention, his mouth lazily traveled to my other breast, and I became more and more unraveled by him.

Anthony pulled away to observe me. Or more specifically, look down at the wreck he made of me. With my arms thrown over my head, my hair in disarray, my makeup half gone due to all the sweating I did, I was wide open for him. My sex was dripping wet and ready for him to extinguish this fire burning in me.

I inhaled slowly and said, “I want you. But I’m a little worried you might not fit, gorgeous.”

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