Page 69 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

Antony himself wasn’t wasting his time either. His hands, not half as shy as they had been the first time, were now hungry and searching as he kissed me desperately. He was trying to touch every inch of my exposed skin, grabbing onto me, and pulling me to himself.

He was desperately seeking friction, seekingconnection, and by God, I was going to give it to him.

Pushing away from him in one quick movement, I looked at his already ravaged lips and said, “Bedroom. Now.”

He didn’t waste his time.

I thanked our lucky stars that the guys were all out and distracted, still working likeweshould also be, but I didn’t linger on that.

Nothing mattered when compared to the primal need to see Antony come. Make him writhe under me and swallow all of his noises, knowing they were just forme.

You’re way too deep.

I already knew, okay? It was bad.

I didn’t care.

Once upstairs, I closed the door behind me, locking it so no one with unfortunate timing would interrupt the heavenly scene that would happen here. Before I’d even turned fully to him, Antony was already on me again, sliding his fingers into my hair, clutching onto me like he was afraid I was going to disappear, or that he’d open his eyes and realize this had all been a dream.

I knew because I felt the same way.

“What do you want, Antony?” I asked, voice rough with desire before we got carried away.

“Anything.Everything.”

“Are you sure?” I held on to his cheeks, watching his eyes closely for any hint of nervousness or hesitation, but all I found there was pure, raw determination and desire.

“I am.”

Thank God.

Letting out a ragged breath, I brushed my thumb softly against his cheek, getting mentally ready for what we were about to do, then ate the remaining distance between us with a searing kiss.

There was no stopping us after that. Our tongues danced against each other, needy and starved for contact, which was inevitably lost once I backed Antony against the bed and pushed him down, air coming out of him in a hot rush.

Jesus, his eyes…The green had been almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils. His cheeks were so deliciously pink with desire, a shade that fell down to his chest. I wanted to suck on his nipples, bite on them and see him writhe, but my attention was stolen by the shameless tent on his swim trunks.

Which were mine.

Fuck.

Stepping toward him, I kept eye contact as I kneeled at the edge of the bed, hooking my fingers on the waistband, and mouthing the outline of his hard, erect cock.

“Henry, what—” Antony’s question was broken as he gasped. I was sucking his tip through the fabric and it made his entire body taut with desire.

“Something caught on your throat, darling?” I asked, feeling suddenly giddy with the realization thatthis was happening.

Antony scoffed but it was half-hearted, especially when I could feel his length pulse. His lips were bitten red and his flush was a shade darker now, betraying his true feelings.

The word ‘darling’did weird things to my insides. I wasn’t one for nicknames or fluffy nonsense, but I couldn’t stop myself from calling him this. It felt almost imperative that I do so, and seeing how much he liked it?

There would be no stopping me from doing it again and again.

“I thought…” He cleared his throat. “I thought you were going to let me suck you off.”

Mycock, currently unattended and begging for attention, perked up at the suggestion, but I paid it no mind.

“Eager to please, are you?”

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