I put my hands on Anthony's knees, pushing myself up to stand. He was seated in the chair as I stood over him, but there was no doubt in my mind who was in charge.
"Slowly, Riley." I wrapped my legs around his waist and faced him. I reached behind his head, gripping the chair as I used my other hand to position him right at my entrance. I began to lower myself onto him, one torturous inch at a time.
As I slid myself all the way down his length, I gripped the back of the chair with both hands, my forearms pressed to his firm chest. I gasped at the sensation of him inside me.
"Can you cum like this? From just the feel of me inside you?"
He began to kiss me and whispered, "I know I certainly can."
I bit my bottom lip and nodded.
"Could you cum like this, without even moving? When I'm so deep inside you?"
I wanted to beg him to fuck me but I knew he wanted me to take the lead instead.
"No? Then, fuck me. Touch yourself how you'd want me to do it."
I slowly lifted off him, then slid my body back down. I was fully done in. I repeated the movement, again and again, moaning from the pleasure as sweat dripped down the back of my neck.
"That's right," he whispered. "Use me to get yourself off, baby."
I felt lightheaded from how hard I was breathing and the effort I gave to maintain the rhythm.
He looked at me with a look that was hard to read as I reached down with one of my hands and slid two fingers against my clit, picturing him doing it to me.
"Faster," he growled.
I wasn't sure if he meant the tempo I was riding him, or the way I moved my hand to touch myself, but instead of asking, I did both. My moans only got louder as I continued to pleasure myself.
"You feel so good," he said before wrapping his lips around one of my nipples.
"Cum on me. I know you're close."
I gasped for air as I felt the pressure building up more and more before I finally came.
His hands were wrapped around my back as my forehead pressed into the crook of his neck.
"That was so intense," I whispered.
He tilted my head up so he could kiss me. It started off slow, but didn't stay that pace for long. As he rose to stand, still holding me, he laid me down on one of the couches.
He climbed onto the couch, kneeling on the cushions as he slid back inside me. As each stroke became deeper and faster, I felt myself losing control again.
I could tell he was close. "You feel so good, Riley. Holy fucking shit." I shut my eyes as I felt another orgasm building up.
"Oh my god, Anthony." I wanted my lips on his as it happened. I opened my eyes-
Only to see Peyton standing in the entryway, horror displayed on every inch of his shocked face.