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"Okay, you've gotta stop holding me cuddle-hostage now," she says.
Because as cute as Geoff is resting up against her, his face in her neck, body along her side, still and peaceful, Anthony is gross right now, having not showered yet after her show, and she'd like to remedy that. He might not feel too disgusting to fall asleep right here right now, still fully dressed in his daytime clothes, but he isn't the one who performed.
Geoff just kind of mumbles back to her, not really a yes or a no, but if anything, he kind of pushes himself closer up against her, and she laughs.
"It's like you don't want me to get cleaned up," she says and laughs lightly.
She's not quite ready to shove him off yet, so she runs her fingers through his hair and--wait. She could swear she hears him inhale a little too sharply.
So she does it again, except this time when she threads her fingers through, she pulls, just a little, and listens to him breathe in a gasp.
"You actually don't," she says. "Oh, you're terrible."
Geoff starts to turn his head away from her with a quiet, embarrassed groan.
Anthony stops him with her fingers at his jaw, turns him right back to face her.
"No, no," she says. "You're so cute I can't help giving you what you want. Even when what you want's so awful."
Anthony tilts just slightly so that a little more of her neck is open, accessible, easy for Geoff to nudge into, and he doesn't hesitate much before he does. He rolls closer up against her, more of his weight on her, nose just above the jut of her collar bone and breathing in deep.
Breathing her in deep, her scent, her skin, her sweat.
He says, "been wanting you all night. You looked so good up there. Gorgeous."
"My poor, sweet thing," she says, guides one of his knees between her legs so he's straddling one of her thighs and god, she can feel how hard he is through his jeans. She wouldn't have thought he'd like this so much--wouldn't have thought about it at all, but it's so good, having him like this for her.
Geoff kisses at her neck, hesitant and soft and then more when she squeezes at his shoulders in encouragement. And that isn't so new or different except in the ways that it is, and as good as it feels for her, she's pretty sure his breathy little moans are louder than hers are.
And she notices how his hips start rolling into her, these slight, rhythmic movements that he doesn't even notice when he's so lost.
And she kind of wonders--but doesn't really know what you would say, or call it; she never thought about it with him or anyone else, but wants to find out if he has, to find out in precisely what ways he's thought about her--so she tucks her arm back, elbow resting by her head, open space between her arm and her ribs on display.
He could stay right at her neck if he wanted to.
Or.
He could get closer, even more of her scent, if he wants.
It turns out it is what Geoff wants, because he smells, kisses, laps at her skin, fuck, it feels kind of good and it feels all kinds of strange, but mostly she's enamored by just how good it obviously makes Geoff feel, rutting against her and mouth falling open for dumb, adorable noises to tumble out.
Anthony threads her fingers through his hair again, but not to tug; she pulls him in closer and holds him there, face pressed under her arm.
And when she says, "that's what you wanted the whole time, isn't it?" she's pretty sure he starts to say yes except it turns into a whine which turns into PleasePleasePlease.
Which. "Oh my god, are you gonna cum like this?"
The way he grinds into her harder, slower, gripping at her shoulders even tighter, jaw going slack; it tells her. These beautiful, broken gasps, rocking into her like he can't help himself whatsoever.
"Oh, poor thing, so pathetic," she says, and he nods; he's going to kill her with how cute he is.
"I want to. You. I wanna get you off, too," he says, and she laughs a little at how gone he clearly is.
"You're sweet," she says. "Just. Show me."
She's still in her skirt from the show, so all she has to do is resituate a bit, kick her tights and underwear off and the relief and pleasure of stroking herself after watching and waiting for so long is so good.
Geoff hadn't done what she told him, though, so she goes on, "show me how good I made you feel, come on."
And he undoes his jeans, slides them off, sits back on his knees so she can see, like she asked. His boxers are so wet and she thinks about how she didn't even have to touch him for him to make such a mess of himself for her. His lips parted and eyes blown watching her, now.
She feels her cock twitch in her palm.
And she thinks about how many times she could make him cum just like that. In his jeans, desperate.
Or how much harder he could cum if she fingerered him or let him fuck her while he was taking in her scent.
And it's that that sends her over the edge, spilling on her fingers, her skirt. Geoff kisses her; he's sweet like that. Makes her feel wanted, makes her feel pretty.
"Okay, alright," she says, coming down just into the pleasant haze. She's smiling, and Geoff's smiling too, wide, eyes blissful.
"You're so good, so cute. And now you need to shower just as much as I do," she says. "Let's get cleaned up together, yeah?"
"Yeah," he says, "I'd like that."