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anthony is a nice guy (aniceguy) wrote in lifeasweknowit,
@ 2010-10-24 14:43:00

Entry tags:

!complete, character: anthony steelman, character: becca martin, player: crystal, player: lena

log//incomplete: becca and ant
Who: Anthony Steelman and Becca Martin
What: Ant’s getting a surprise from Becca.
Where: Mark’s apartment.
When: Thursday, October 21, 2010: 3:30PM
Rating: Kinda NC-17ish for sexytimes.

Football practice had let out a little early and Ant had headed home with Mark just as soon as they were dismissed. It sounded a lot better than going home and doing his homework, after all. He’d just sat down and grabbed the PlayStation controller when Mark announced that he was going on a beer run.

“Cool,” he’d called back, returning his attention to the screen in front of him. A moment later, though, his phone lit up and Becca’s ring tone rang through the room. He grinned as he answered. “Hey, sexy, what’s goin’ on?” He grinned further when she asked where he was and insisted she was coming over. He hoped Mark wouldn’t mind. Ant really didn’t want to tell Becca no. Besides, he was pretty sure Mark would blow him off if a hot girl had called him and wanted to see him.

Moments later, there was a knock at the door and he pulled it open. “Hey!” he greeted her.

To be honest, his location hadn't exactly registered. Ant could've told Becca that he was on the moon and she would've assured him that she was on her way. Luckily, though, his actual location was a lot easier to get to than the moon, and she was soon pulling into the proper driveway.

Her face was probably still blotchy from the tears she'd shed when she was yelling at Alan, but she hoped that would be hidden by the bright smile that was plastered on her face.

"Hey!" she returned his greeting.

A heartbeat later, she surged forward and pressed her lips to his. The kiss she urged him into was far from gentle. It should have been obvious that it was much more than a greeting.

Anthony might have noticed Becca’s blotchy, tear-stained cheeks if he’d been given more than a few minutes to take in her appearance. As it was, though, the girl basically attacked him the moment he pulled open the door and that wasn’t something he was going to object to.

As Becca’s lips pressed to his, Anthony’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a tight embrace as he backed them into the apartment. He vaguely heard the door swing closed, but his mind wasn’t exactly focused on a need to lock it behind them. Instead, he was slowly backing them towards the bedroom he’d been occupying just before she’d knocked on the door.

It was probably a little rude to make out on your friend’s bed, but that was the furthest thing from his mind as he sat on the bed and pulled Becca into his lap, his hands already starting to wander again as he pulled her into a deeper kiss.

Becca pressed her body firmly against his when he wrapped her into an embrace and pulled her into the apartment. Where they were didn't seem to matter. She wanted him. She had wanted him for a while, but she'd been holding back. She wasn't holding back anymore, though.

A hum of approval built in the back of her throat as her mouth worked hungrily over his. He tasted incredibly good. He always tasted incredibly good. It was easy for her to lose herself in him.

She was vaguely aware of the door closing behind them, but locking it was easily the furthest thing from her mind.

With neither of them willing to break the embrace, it took them a few minutes to make their way through the apartment. Soon enough, though, he was pulling her into his lap as he settled onto the bed.

Her knees sunk into the mattress on either side of his hips as she gave into his urging. She finally pulled her lips from his, but she immediately pressed them to the side of his neck.

"I want you," she breathed as she began to pull at his t-shirt. "Touch me."

He was already touching her, of course, but that hardly seemed to matter. She couldn't get enough. She wanted him now.

Ant didn’t know why Becca was so eager, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She felt incredible as her body pressed against his and he groaned loudly as her lips pressed to the side of his neck.

“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured as he reached for the hem of her shirt. He pulled it over her head, raising his arms long enough for her to do the same with his, and tossed it to the floor next to Mark’s bed. His mouth crushed to hers once more as his hands settled on her breasts. With her urging, though, he quickly grew impatient. He reached around to undo the clasp of her bra, quickly pulling the material away from her body.

His thumbs brushed over her nipples as his hands cupped her breasts. God, they were perfect. Ant groaned at the feel of the soft flesh under his hands. “So fucking sexy,” he muttered.

A moment later, he was breaking the kiss and dipping his head to pull one of those perfect breasts into his mouth.

Becca nipped and sucked at the side of his neck until the removal of their shirts pulled her mouth from his skin. There were several red spots marring the creamy color of his flesh, but they went unnoticed for the moment.

"Guh, I want you," she breathed as she tossed the material to the floor.

A moan built in her chest when his hands moved to her breasts and their mouths came together once more. Seeking some sort of friction, she rolled her hips roughly against his as they kissed.

Moments later, he had pulled her bra from her body. Her back arched when his hands cupped her bare breasts, and she groaned. That sound didn't begin to compare to the one he pulled from her when his mouth closed around the peak of her breast.

A set of her fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. That was short lived, though, and she soon pulled them free so that she could focus on working the closure of his jeans.

Before now, she'd been hesitant to take this step with him, but that definitely wasn't the case at the moment.

Everything Victoria had taught him flew right out of his head as Becca urged him forward at a ridiculously quick pace. His hands moved from their place at her hips to slide over her thighs and soon he was pushing at her skirt, slipping his hands underneath the fabric.

His mouth continued to work over her breast. He nipped and sucked at the nipple, humming with pleasure as he worked. She felt and tasted amazing. His hands pulled at her thong and he shifted them just long enough to rid them both of the remainder of their clothing before pulling her right back onto his lap.

“Fuck, Becca,” he groaned as his mouth closed around her other breast. His hips rolled against hers and he gripped her hips, working to position her over his erection. His tip pressed against her slit and he let out another loud groan.

“Fuck, I want you,” he groaned again as he pulled her down over him, thrusting into her as hard and deeply as he possibly could. “Fuck.” She felt.. so good. So tight. Ant thought he might lose himself right there.

Becca wasn't a virgin, but she had never behaved this way before.

She groaned impatiently when they were forced to separate long enough to remove the remainder of their clothing. It was necessary, of course, but that didn't make it any less frustrating. After resisting for so long, she wanted him. She didn't want to wait. She wanted him now. Anything that got in the way of that desire was an annoyance.

A heartbeat later, she was in his lap again. "I want you," she moaned as his mouth returned to her breast. "Fuck, I... guh..."

She didn't resist when he pulled her into position. Another groan built in her chest when his tip pressed to her opening, and she rolled her hips in an attempt to bring him closer.

When he finally thrust into her, her fingernails raked over his shoulders. "Fu... fuck, Ant..." she panted as she tried to adjust to his sudden entrance. "Fuck... so... fuck..."

It wasn't long before she began to rock her hips, though, and she moaned loudly. "So fucking good," she told him as she rode him roughly.

Becca tore his mouth from her breast and crushed her lips to his as she ground their bodies together. She wasn't usually so aggressive, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment.

Whether or not Becca had done this before was the furthest thing from from Ant’s mind at the moment. All he could think about was how good she felt. Her flesh under his hands, her warmth surrounding him, the feel of her lips on his as she pulled him into another deep kiss.

“Fuck, Becca,” he groaned. This whole aggressive thing was hot. It wasn’t quite what he’d expected when he’d fantasized about going further with her, but it was fucking amazing. Ant was certain that this once was not going to be enough.

“Fuck, Becca, fuck,” he groaned against her lips once more. He deepened the kiss, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he encouraged the way she was rocking her hips against his. “I’m gonna.. fuck.” He was so close. It seemed like they’d just started, but Ant knew her wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer and he forced a hand between them, rubbing his thumb roughly over her swollen nub. “You’ve got to.. I’m gonna... I can’t...” he panted desperately before crushing his mouth to hers once more.

To be perfectly honest, this wasn't what Becca had imagined when she'd fantasized about going further with him. At the moment, though, she couldn't help thinking that this was pretty damned amazing.

"Fuck, Ant," she panted. "Fucking... fuck..."

Her breathing became labored as she brought their bodies together harder and faster. She was quickly approaching a release, but she knew that wasn't going to satisfy her. She wanted him, and that desire wasn't likely to fade anytime soon.

She pulled roughly at his lips and tongue when his hand slipped between them. As planned, the pressure on her clit sent her straight over the edge, and she raked her fingernails down his back as an orgasm washed over her. Her movements slowed but didn't stop, and once she'd recovered from the release, she tugged at him with the intention of reversing their positions. She was tired, but she wasn't finished.

He had cum with her... at least, she thought he had. It was unimportant. She wanted him.

"Again," she commanded as her teeth sunk into his bottom lip. "Don't stop. I want you."

Ant groaned and cursed as he fell right over the edge. He worked to keep moving as they rode out the waves of pleasure and by some miracle he managed it, even though he could scarcely remember his own name at the moment. Nothing existed except for how completely amazing this felt.

Even if Becca hadn’t demanded that he not stop, Ant would have kept going. Just as quickly as he had been spent, he found himself overcome by desire again. “So fucking sexy,” he groaned as his hands moved to her breasts once more. He rolled his hips up toward hers, more than willing to move straight into a second round. After all, she felt fucking awesome. He’d be an idiot to want to stop after just one time.