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The whole damn thing made me feel something that I know I shouldn’t let her make me feel.Happy.
She’s exactly the person I thought she was, and that also pisses me off. I need her to not be. I need her to not be the sweet, kind, no-judgmental woman she is and I knew she was from the moment I laid eyes on her. I need her to be like the vapid, stuck-up bitches I grew up with. The ones who looked at my name one of two ways. They either made fun of it, or thought it meant I had money or something. When they found out that the latter wasn’t true, they turned to the first one and I became a target. There was only one woman who didn’t make me a product of her ridicule, but I still wasn’t good enough for her. I’m not good enough for Anya, but I’ll be fucking damned if she doesn’t make me feel like I could be.
I shake those thoughts from my mind because if I allow myself to go down that train of thought, it’ll go off the fucking rails.
Loud footsteps coming from the hallway outside of the silent apartment draw my attention and I’m up and off the couch quickly. I’m quiet as I look through the peephole on the door and curse to myself when I see her neighbor. He has a petite blonde woman with him and from what I can tell, they’re both drunk. Their voices are loud as they talk, even though it’s obvious that they think they’re being quiet. I roll my eyes because the whole scene is so fucking cliche.
I don’t miss the way Zach eyes keep sliding this way, probably hoping that the noise will wake up Anya and she’ll go out there. He’s fumbling with his keys, but it’s obvious that he’s making it worse than it probably really is. The woman next to him leans in and starts kissing his neck while her chest presses against his arm. He finally gets the key in the lock, but before turning it to get them inside, he pins her against the wall next to his door and kisses her roughly. It’s obvious that his woman thinks he just can’t keep his hands off of her. But with the way his body is turned so he can still watch Anya’s door, that’s not what it is at all. He wants Anya to catch him. It’s a clear attempt to make her jealous. I’m not sure if she’s caught him before. It’s only eleven at night, and I don’t know if Anya is usually awake at this time or not.
Deciding to put this fucker out of his misery, and to get them the hell out of the hallway, I open the door. He turns this direction with a practiced look of surprise, but it drops the moment he lays eyes on me.
His girlfriend looks at me with wide eyes, but I catch the way her gaze travels down my bare chest.
“You’re here?” Zach says surprised and I just nod my head. Before he can say anything else, I step back into the apartment and close the door. I put my eye back at the peephole and watch as he scrambles to get them through the door and it shuts behind them with a loud bang. I’d laugh if I didn’t think he was so fucking annoying. He’s clearly into Anya, but he has a fucking girlfriend. Men like him are used to getting whatever they want, women included. So far, he hasn’t shown any signs of being the actual stalker, but I’m not ruling him out yet.
“Everything okay?” I turn around, surprised to see Anya standing in the living room. She’s only wearing a pale pink thin tank-top and shorts that are so fucking short there’s really no point in wearing them. Her nipples are poking through the damn fabric and just the sight of them has my teeth aching to bite down on them. Her hair is flying around her shoulders in messy curls and it’s obvious she just woke up. She looks sexy as fuck.
“It was just your neighbor.” Realization seems to dawn on her, and she nods her head a couple of times and lets out a small chuckle.
“Yeah, he and Chastity tend to get a little loud sometimes. You get used to it.”
“Do you ever go out there and ask them to keep it down?” She just lifts one slender shoulder like it’s no big deal.
“I did at first, but not really anymore. They don’t usually stay out in the hall for too long so it’s easy to ignore.” I’m almost tempted to tell her that the only reason he even does it is to get her to go out there, but she seems completely oblivious to his interest in her and the last thing I’m going to do is draw her attention to it.
“You should go back to bed.” As if my words remind her, she looks down at her body and quickly folds her arms over her chest. Her cheeks become painted with a light tinge of pink and my cock is practically screaming for her now. She may be covering herself, but she doesn’t hide the way she checks me out. Her dark gaze roaming over my chest and torso and down to my dark sweats. I don’t have to look down to know that my cock is jutting out, desperate for her attention. My breathing picks up in rhythm with hers and I’m barely hanging on. The already fragile elastic stretched between us, the only thing holding our desire for one another at bay suddenly snaps. I can practically hear when the air leaves the room and my mind and body officially give up on trying to resist her.
I stalk over to her and before I think too hard about it, I grip her wrists and force her arms away from her body.
“You don’t hide from me. This body is mine.” She looks at me, those gorgeous eyes as wide as saucers but as bright as the fucking stars. Her body practically heaves with each breath. There’s a tiny voice in the back of my head, the one I've come accustomed to ignoring, that’s telling me to walk away and to not take this any farther. I know that if I let this happen, it’ll all be over for me. I won’t be able to be with Anya only once, but being with her at all could cause me to lose everything I have. I take a moment to really look at this woman. Her big, expressive eyes and pouty lips. Every thought is written all over her face. I lift my hand, cautiously, before slowly combing my fingers through her hair. The long, unruly curls are soft beneath my palm and fingertips. I grip the back of her head, at first I keep my touch light, gauging her reaction. Her lips are slightly parted and small puffs of air escape with every one of her breaths. When she seems to lean back against my hand, I take it as permission and wrap her hair in my fist, tightening my grip. A small gasp escapes her, but the only thing I see on her face is pure, unfiltered desire.
I slam my mouth down on hers and the small moan that travels from her mouth to mine goes straight to my dick. I lick my tongue along the seam of her lips and she immediately parts them to allow my tongue entry. Our mouths stay fused together as I use my body to push her until her back hits the wall.
“Put your fucking hands on me.” I growl against her mouth and she immediately obeys. Her hands grip the bare skin of my hips, and her warm fingertips against my skin sends bolts of electricity shooting through me. But it’s just not fucking enough. I need to feel her. I need her around me, to be fully immersed in her and her body.Fuck.
I move my hand to the back of her neck and kiss down her jaw and I slide my hand to the front. She’s so fucking small that it would take practically nothing for my hand to wrap around her entire neck. But she’s not scared of me. With every shift of her body, she’s not trying to get away from me, she’s asking for more. She wants this as much as I do.
“Let go of your control.” Her whisper comes barely above our panting breaths, and it lights something inside of me. I let my grip on her neck tighten just enough to show her exactly what can happen if I fully let go. But the look on her face doesn’t change, the determination only hardens with her resolve. “I’m not scared of you, Bash. Let go of your control.” The use of her new nickname for me, the name I’ve never heard spoken by anyone else, almost sends me over the fucking edge.
I fuse my mouth back to hers and our tongues slide against each other in an erotic dance of pure need. I capture her bottom lip between my teeth and bite down. I do exactly as she said, and I let go of my control. I move my hands to her hips and lift her tiny body. She immediately wraps her legs around me and my dick rests right against her warm heat. I splay one hand across her lower back as I walk us to her bedroom. With every step, my dick rubs harder against her pussy and it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to take my time with her.
“Bash!” She cries out as I skim my mouth along her neck and bite down on her shoulder. Her arms wrap tightly around my neck and this position, her clinging to me with so much need, this is how I want her. Instead of dropping her on her bed, I slam us against the wall and our mouths attack each other again. Her nails score along my shoulder blades and I fucking hope she leaves marks.
“Bash, please!” She throws her head back against the wall and lets out a long desperate moan.
“What do you need, baby?”
“You! I need you so bad.” Those simple words feel like my complete undoing. I’ve imagined this, fantasized about this woman being in my arms, and needing me as much as I need her. But I never once thought that fantasy would become a reality. I never thought I would let it. But now that it’s happening, I can’t imagine things any other way. I rip her shirt over her head, giving me a full view of her perfect tits. I dip my head, taking her nipple in my mouth as I move my hand to play with her other one. I lick and suck and bite while my fingers pinch and rub. Anya pants my name over and over again while her fingertips dig into the back of my head in an attempt to keep me where I am. As if I want to be anywhere else.
Her hips buck as she continues to grind against me, and I know my dick is already leaking so much pre-cum that I’m pretty sure my sweats are soaked. My cock is begging for attention, but I need to slow down. Not only do I need to give Anya everything she needs, but if I don’t pace myself, this won’t last. It needs to last.
“I want you to take me, Bash. Take everything you need.” Something about her words, about the way she knows that I don’t just want this, but I need this. It flips something inside of me. I take her to her bed, laying her down so I’m able to see every perfect inch of her. I’ve never had the desire to take things slow before, to truly savor and enjoy the woman in front of me. Of course, that woman has never been Anya Matterson. There’s nothing I want more right now than to taste every inch of her perfect body. To run my tongue along her skin, discovering her unique taste all for myself. I grip her tiny shorts and slide them down her body, leaving my woman completely and totally bare in front of me. Her perfectly tanned skin is flawless and her wild, curly hair is fanned out over her pillow like a dark halo, and she looks so fucking ethereal right now, it’s breathtaking.
I stand from the bed and push my sweats down. Anya’s eyes track as my dick springs free and I’m standing above her just as naked and ready as she is. I take a small step back, needing at least the smallest amount of distance to keep my thoughts under control. Anya’s eyes lock with mine and there’s so much that passes between us. Her chest rises and falls and her lips quirk slightly into a smirk. My eyes snap to her hand that slowly moves to the spot between her legs, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what she’s doing. She throws her head back, but her eyes stay on me as pleasure washes over her. She looks so fucking incredible completely immersed in herself. As much as I want to stand here and watch her bring herself to the brink, I want to taste her, to feel her even more.
“Stop.” The command comes out low and menacing, and Anya’s hand stops where it is between her legs. I climb onto the bed, settling myself between her legs. I grip her knees and open her legs wide enough to give me a full view of her pussy. “This is mine.”
Anya watches me carefully as I move my hand and slide my finger between her already dripping heat. Her breath hitches when I let it rub gently against her clit before pulling it away and putting my finger to my lips. I groan at the sweet taste of her on my tongue.
