I turned around, feeling my legs shake, eager to follow Anthony's orders without having a single idea of what they were. I heard a rustling noise behind me, and then his fingertips went to the clasp of my bra, cutting the sales tag.
"You're going to be a good little girl and do everything I tell you, aren't you?"
He walked me backwards, taking me in once more with an appreciative gaze. As soon as he had me placed how he wanted, he released me, sat back in the chair, and gripped the sides of the chair.
"I'm not going to touch you."
"I've spent the last year wanting you, but I wasn't able to touch you. Tonight, you're going to see what that's like."
"I don't understand."
"You're going to watch what you do to me."
"Anthony, I don't...."
"Do you know how many times I imagined you coming to me? How badly I wanted you to seduce me?" He sat back in the chair and opened his legs, getting comfortable in the seat. "That's my ultimate fantasy, Riley."
Holy. Living. Shit. "Y-you want me to seduce you?"
I didn't know the first thing about seducing someone. He'd always been the one to take the wheel. He asked me to trust him, so I should've known.
"I can see your nipples through that bra," he said. "Are you turned on?"
"Do you want me to touch them? Do they ache?"
"Then, use me."
"You want my mouth on them?" his gaze in the candlelight was so incredibly sinister yet sexy. "Come and show me what you want."
I slowly walked towards him, and leaned over the chair, shoving my bra in his face. I slid my fingers through his hair, pulling my bra down slowly so his mouth could move from one of my nipples to the other as he licked and sucked in a slow, torturous rhythm.
As I stood over him, letting his mouth explore my skin, a moan escaped my lips from the pure pleasure he was giving me.
"I can see everything in those panties, baby." His gaze drifted down until he was looking directly between my thighs. "I can see how wet you are."
Another moan escaped my lips and he smirked. "Do you need my mouth there, Riley?"
All I could do was nod.
"Take those panties off for me."
As my hands reached beneath the band of the fabric covering my hips, he whispered, "Slow."
Obeying him, I bent down, pushing the underwear to my ankles, and stepped out of it.
Anthony's tongue slid across his upper lip as he stared at my bare skin, clearly wanting me right here and right now.
I closed the space between us, grabbed a small portion of his face, and lifted my leg, pulling his lips to where my body was hot and wet.
My knees began to buckle at the first swipe of his tongue, and the moan he gave was erotic. I held my balance the best I could as he stroked my clit with his tongue, and kissing me. His head was right beside the black band at the top of my stockings, his mouth moving over my bare skin.
I don't know how long I stood, enjoying him fucking me with his tongue, but I couldn't handle it anymore. I sat down in his lap, and crashed my mouth to his, wet with the taste of me.
"Anthony," I whispered between kissing him, trailing some along his jaw, and buried my mouth into the side of his neck. "I want you."
"Take off your bra. Nice and slow as if I were doing it to you."
I sat up, and reaching behind my back, undoing the clasp of my bra. Was this the only touch I would get from him tonight?
The bra slid down my shoulders and I tossed it on the floor.
I felt his bulge increase underneath my legs, and slowly began to grind against him, wanting him to be inside me. "You want to touch me?"
"No. On your knees."
I sighed, and got off his lap, burying my knees into the plush rug.
"Undo my pants. Let's see how well you can say please again with me in your mouth."
I clasped the end of his belt and worked it free from the buckle, then focused my hurried, graceless fingers on the hook and zipper of his fly. I felt his legs tense up as I tugged on this pants and underwear to slide past his knees and down to his ankles.
His eyes shut as I took every inch of him in my mouth and softly moaned.
Who would have known there was so much pleasure in doing this? I never went down on a guy before Anthony.
As his deep sighs and moans filled the room, it only made me more and more wet. His hips flexed, to meet the rhythm of my mouth.
"Do you want to fuck me?"
"Please," I mumbled, my mouth full of him.
"There's a condom in my pants pocket."
As I reached into the pocket and handed it to him, he stopped me. "Open it. Put it on me."
A quiet moan came from his lips as I rolled the latex down. When I was done, I sat back on my heels, my hands resting on my thighs, waiting impatiently for his next command.