Page 92 of Obsessed with the Heartbreaker

I wasn’t born yesterday, and I wasn’t naive. I’dknownhe’d had to have a reason to come to me in the first place. We’d both used excuses to get to where we were now. Great minds thought alike and all that, and I just knew that if he told me, I’d have to call in the logical side of my brain. I’d have to turn it on and face the music, the fact that we didn’t live in a dream full of rainbows and unicorns where it was normal and okay for us to be together. The reality of the situation would finally become apparent, and I’d feel compelled to take action and put a stop to things and I justdidn’t want to.

A ball of emotion tightened my throat. “There are other things I’d rather do right now.” My hands started going upwards, feeling the shape of Antony’s back muscles, the tension in them, the strength. “Things that includeyou.”

Antony’s pupils were blown wide. His lips were already pink and parted, watching mine with hunger, but as it had been made clear lately, he liked it when I took charge.

And he especially liked it when I seduced him.

So I did.

With gentle words of encouragement, Antony let himself be seduced. He let me kiss him, responded with the most desperately needy and encouraging sounds. He let me take charge and undress him, push him toward my bed, leave him spread out over the covers, all with low-spoken ‘yeses’ and ‘please’ and ‘right there’.

Fingering him was a delight. I’d never enjoyed the act more with any other person, but it was nothing new, because I’d never enjoyed anything else more than I did when I did it with him, and seeing Antony enjoying it so much too was the hottest thing in the world.

“Henry,” he gasped lowly. I’d started talking to him in a low voice, like other people shouldn’t hear, like this was a secret, intimate moment between the two of us, and apparently it turned him on even more, because Antony wasso flushed. His eyes were shiny, lips bitten as he tried to keep the sounds at bay, and I kept licking and softly sucking the crown of his hard length because this sweet torment was my favorite to do to him.

Tonguing his slit, Antony tried to thrust up into my mouth and then toward my fingers, but with my free forearm I was keeping him down. His knuckles were white as he fisted the sheets.

“Don’t worry, darling, all comes in due time.”

When I felt him good and ready, my cock weeping all over the place, I put the condom on and lined up my cock, slowly sinking in, using a hand on Antony’s chest as leverage, watching his mouth widen with desire.

“Sore?”

“No.”God, he already sounded breathless. Like he would take anything I gave him.

Which only made me want to give himeverything.

“Are you sure?” I asked as I pushed deeper into him, one slow, methodic thrust made to drive him wild.

“Yes, Henry, just…” He bit his lip.

He didn’t want to ask. Not with words.

And he didn’t need to.

It was more than ‘just fuck me’. It was ‘just have me’.

And I was going to. I was deep in Antony and I was going to enjoy every second of it.

At first, I kept my thrusts slow and sensual. My cock was so hard I feared I might come at any second, and Antony’s wasn’t much better. It was leaking profusely over his stomach, his eyes unfocused as my hand rose to his neck, just putting it there. Holding him down.

“Is this how you like it? Is this how you want to be taken?”

“Yes,” he said, voice ragged. “I love it.”

I loveyou.

“One day, you’re going to ride me. You’re going to fuck yourself on my cock, and I’m going to watch you writhe on my lap. I’m going to hold on to your thighs and you’re going to beg me to justdo it, finish things off the way you like, and when I’m happy with the way you beg me, I’m going to turn you over and fuck you hard until you come with your dick flattened against the sheets.”

That made Antony thrust up onto me. Until now, he’d been happy to let me have my way with him, enjoyed me taking control of the situation, but now he was getting desperate.

“Can we…Can we do it?”

The usually confident Antony sounded so beautifully shy when he was with me. Hesitant, vulnerable. It called to all of my protective and possessive instincts, and I just wanted to shower him with praises, compliments, fuck him hard and so good that he cried.

Without a word, I pulled out of him.

Antony knew not to hesitate, and he immediately turned around, pushing himself up to elbows and knees, showing himself to me.

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