Suddenly, I’m chasing an orgasm, oblivious to anything and anyone else in the world.
I can count the number of times I orgasmed with Dane on one hand. They were always hard-fought climaxes that depended on my contribution as much as his.
With Anton, however, I feel like I have no control. He’s driving my body and there’s nothing left for me to do but surrender.
Anton is breathing heavily in my ear, groaning with each hard thrust. “I want to take you in every conceivable position. Every way I can get you.”
I press my hips back, giving him more access to me, moaning as he enters me at a slightly different angle.
“Do it,” I gasp. “Show me.”
His hand wraps around my body and settles between my legs. As he enters me again from behind, he strokes my clit, driving me higher and higher.
“Come for me, Jessa,” he rasps.
“Touch me,” I say, even though Anton is already touching me everywhere. I’m a greedy little bitch for him and I want more, more, more. “Fuck me. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
He starts thrusting into me with a new determination. He slides his other hand over my chest and clasps the front of my throat. But I’m not afraid. I’m not worried.
I know Anton would never hurt me.
And with that thought, pleasure courses through me. I cry out as the orgasm takes hold. As my body clamps around Anton again and again.
Even as I fall apart, Anton doesn’t stop. He keeps slamming his hips against my ass. And seconds after my orgasm starts to unravel, I feel him release inside me with a roar.
I ride his length in long, lazy strokes, helping to bring him down.
Eventually, he slides out of me with a sigh and rolls onto his back. I twist around so that I can see him.
Fuck, he’s beautiful. Gorgeous, sculpted, unyielding. I drag a finger over his bottom lip and he sucks it into his mouth. His tongue flicks the end of my finger, reminding me of how much I want that mouth on my body.
Anton looks at me as if he can read every dirty thought going through my head. I’m about to lean in and kiss him, when I become aware of footsteps pounding down the hall.
Anton turns towards the door. “What’s going—”
“Anton!” someone yells, pounding on the door.
Anton gets out of bed and reaches for his boxer briefs. He pulls them on and heads straight for the door. I just barely manage to get my sweater on before he opens the door to Yulian.
His brother looks frantic. All he says is, “I found her.”