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I.
“Right here, my lord?” You asked, panting and half out of breath. “We might- anyone can just-“ but the way Anthony’s lips were brushing against your chin and down your neck made your thoughts trail off along with your words.
It was your honeymoon and Anthony was ensuring that you couldn’t forgot it. Every room, he’d insisted on your wedding night, I shall fuck you in every room. And he was absolutely living up to his promise.
Anthony panted hotly into your chest, nodding. His hair tickled your face and you closed your eyes, inhaling the scent of your husband. The combination of his ragged breathing and his hands roaming was driving you mad. You needed him and you needed him now.
”Anthony, please!” You begged, gasping into the air when you felt his teeth brush the skin above hem of your dress bust. His fingers were now grabbing at the strings to undress you when a sudden loud creak sounded from around the corner of the library.
You stalled, grabbing at the viscount’s shoulders. There was another creak closer to the opened door and you pushed Anthony away, despite his reluctant low growl. His hands dropped from your waist as he ran his fingers through his hair, catching his breath as Eloise turned the corner and entered the room.
She was preoccupied with a Lady Whistledown pamphlet in her grasp and hardly noticed you until three steps in and she gasped, startled. “Oh! Hello,” she remarked, a small smile creeping on her face. “Have I interrupted?”
“Not at all!” You chipped, inconspicuously adjusting your dress that was quite obviously ruffled and disheveled from the hands of the viscount. Eloise nodded in a way that made you believe that she did not believe you.
Anthony reached out for you to take his hand and he nodded at his sibling, “We were actually just departing. We shall see you at dinner, sister.” He told Eloise before he pulled you away to the privacy of your bedroom.
II.
The next day he had pulled you behind a tree while all of the family had been distracted with a doe that had walked onto the land. They were busy admiring and pointing and Anthony had begun with a needy grab at your waist before wrapping his arms around you, dragging you away.
Behind a tree, you and Anthony quietly pawed at each other’s clothing and kissed with fever. He was desperate, pushing your dress up your legs and dragging his fingertips on your thighs. You were already so wet from Anthony looking at you all day as if you were a meal and needed him to just touch you already.
His fingers were warm against your folds and he was quick to shove his middle finger into you. You gasp (rather loudly) and he takes your lips into another hot kiss as he tries to mute you. “Quiet, love.” He says lowly against your lips.
Your eyes lazily open to see the way that Anthony is watching your breasts heave with your rapid breathing. He was fucking into you with his finger deeper and harder and his eyes were dark with lust - it was all so very hot.
“Anthony? Are you back here?”
Both of your eyes snap to the other’s and Anthony quickly pulled himself away from you. You watched him wipe his hand on his pants before clasping it with his other, behind him as you adjust your dress, pushing the frills right back down your legs. It was imperative that you control your breath, so you decide to breathe in a deep inhale and hope that it helps the blush drain your from your face.
“Right here, brother!” Anthony then says, waving a hand to someone that was behind the tree you hid against. ”Just…looking at the nature, of course.”
There was silence and you looked at Anthony wildly. Looking at nature? How much more obvious could the viscount even be? “Of course, brother.” You finally came to the conclusion that it must be Colin behind the tree. “I was sent to inform you and your wife that lunch is ready in the gardens.”
“Ah,” Anthony remarked with a smile, “Thank you. We shall…be there soon.”
And if Colin had suspected that anything more than nature looking had been going on, he said nothing. But if you were looking for signs that he did suspect, you’d surely assume he did with the sheer amount of times that the boy avoided your eye during lunch.
III.
He was on his knees, eating you out as if his life depended on it. You were gasping, writhing, and giggling from above him while he grasped harshly at your thighs, pulling you closer to his mouth and deeper into him.
”Yes, yes!” You moaned in just above a whisper. This time Anthony had bombarded you in the kitchen and you were currently on a counter, legs spread open for the viscount while your legs cascaded over his shoulders. “Anthony, yes!”
His hummed appreciatively into your cunt and it had you grasping the counter with a violent hitch of your breath. He was licking and sucking and you were absolutely going mad for it. Your hips rutted against him, begging for more.
Anthony grabbed your hips, surely leaving another set of finger-sized bruises on your skin. You grabbed at his hair, twisting the strands around your fingers as you grasped and pulled. He groaned into you and you moaned right back, riding your hips into him once more.
“I do believe we have plenty of eggs, if you would like to make some-“
You froze, hands deep in Anthony’s hair as your ears piqued at the sound of someone approaching. You pulled a warning tug at Anthony’s hair and breathed out heavily, “Anthony!”
He hummed in question, his eyes still shut as he enjoyed his eating and his ears were still partially covered by your thighs. You smacked lightly at his head and his eyes shot open, alarmed and questioning.
“Off! Someone is coming!” You insisted, scrambling to grab the counter to hopefully get back down on the floor before anyone enters to question you as to why you were on the counter with Anthony on his knees.
“Yes, that should do!” Was heard outside the door and Anthony finally got a clue. He pulled his face away, panicked, and stood up. He reached forward and grabbed your waist, pulling you off of the counter and placing you on the ground in one eased move.
The door opened at the same time Anthony wiped his mouth with the arm of his jacket. Mrs. Bridgerton and Daphne both entered and stopped their conversation as their eyes fell on the honeymoon couple.
There was an awkward pausing moment before Anthony bowed ever slightly, “Mother and sister!”
”Anthony,” Violet greeted back sweetly and nodded at you next, “Y/N.” Daphne was smiling kindly next to her and they both stepped further into the kitchen. You wondered if either of them suspected…or knew. Somehow you felt that Violet always knew. But Anthony simply waved them off and grabbed your waist, taking you back to your bedroom to finish what had been started.
IV.
Anthony Bridgerton was an animal that wanted to fuck constantly. He was always pawing, always touching, always looking. So naturally, whenever his grabs got tighter and his fingers touched harder, you knew he was ready to take you off somewhere.
He had you bent over the bathroom counter now. The sink lay underneath you and your hands grasped the sides of the counter for support as Anthony fucked into you from behind.
“You’re so good for me, love.” Anthony says, wrapping his hand into your hair. You knew that now you would have to fix your style later, but none of that really mattered when your husband was entering you with the force of all of the horniness he’d racked up through the day.
You were panting, eyes shut and little grunts and gasps of curses and praise fell from your lips for him. Little yeses and fuck, Anthonys. You hoped deeply that Anthony Bridgerton never stops fucking you like this. Like he was starving for you and only for you - as if he craved and craved and the only remedy was you.
Then, as if on a damn cue, there was a knock on the door and Anthony paused all movement, his dick far and deep inside of you. His ring was caught somewhere in your hair and his other hand was nearing your clit to ensure that you would cum with him.
“Occupied.” Anthony announced loudly, your eyes catching his in the mirror in front of you. You saw his chest gleaming with sweat and his hair drenched on his forehead.
“My apologies,” It was Daphne…again. You closed your eyes, letting the blush rush over you at being caught yet again. “I thought- I’ll just come back.”
Anthony’s eyes were still dark on yours through the reflection as the sound of Daphne’s footsteps clicked farther and farther away. “I’m not finished with you.” He decides to inform slowly and menacingly right before pulling his hips back and fucking into you harder than even before, ripping a high moan from you and you didn’t even care who heard.
V.
To be fair, your destination was the bedroom. It had been the bedroom. You and Anthony’s large (almost too large) bed with satin covers that ensured sweet comfortability during your most crazed romps with your husband.
But when Anthony looks at you like that, and grabs your bosom like that, then you just can’t help it when you drop to your knees in the middle of the hallway, still three paces away from the bedroom door.
You’d dropped to your knees and Anthony excitedly pushed his groin closer to you, watching your hands work at his pants. “You look so beautiful on your knees, my viscountess.” He informed you, reaching out to place a hand in your updo again.
Pawing at his dick inside of his trousers, your eyes were taking in the sight of him growing noticeably hard. “I want to taste you, my lord.” You told him with a clear seduction in your voice. You needed to taste him.
”Taste me,” Anthony commanded from above you, pulling his pants down just enough to expose his undergarments. Then, those were pushed down as well and the only thing that shielded Anthony’s naked waist and the rest of the Bridgerton home was the single column that they hid behind.
Your eyes met with his dick and finally, you reached out and took a hold of his length. He groaned out, his free hand stabilizing himself with the wall behind you. Your head dipped forward, taking one long lick up his shaft with your tongue and he choked out a loud, “Yes-“
You let out a sound that was half of a ‘shh’ and half of a giggle but Anthony had no time to respond nor quiet down when you dropped your mouth onto him, filling yourself immediately. Anthony’s cock was hard and stiff against your tongue and you moaned around him, taking your lips slowly back up to the tip.
There, you swirl your tongue around his head and Anthony moaned again, curling his fingers tightly into your hair. “Oh, god-“ he sighed out, dropping his head backwards. Your eyes rose to watch him as you sank yourself all the way back down, opening your throat to deepthroat him. You watched his eyes open wildly with a noise caught on his lips before something seemed to catch his eye and he stopped, straightening up to look around the column.
His hand tightened on your head and you gagged harshly around his dick, making him gasp, looking back to you with a hot, dark intensity. “ I- stop right now, please.”
You startled, glancing up to him in confusion and as your lips loosened at his base. Quickly, you backed up and let his cock bounce free right in front of you, “What is wrong?”
Anthony seemed to realize how bad it must have sounded and his eyes widened as he quickly pulled his trousers and underwear up. “Benedict-“ is all he could say before Benedict’s voice rang out down the hall.
”This is a hallway, you two! A hallway!”
You felt the (familiar now) hot blush soak your cheeks and Anthony buttoned himself before glancing around the column once more. “My hallway, brother. The hallway to my room.”
”It is still public access.” Benedict’s voice contradicts, stepping even closer and you quickly stood up off of your knees because you just did not want to be caught like that. You honestly wished you would stop being caught at all. ”I fear that I am not even the first to stumble upon your honeymoon adventures, either.”
Anthony laughed a fake, disbelieving chuckle, “Right. We have been nothing but orderly-“
“I do not believe you, brother.” Benedict laughs, his own more joyful and less threatening. “It is also none of my business. I should get on with my walk, please do tell Y/N that I would’ve liked to see her face but I am sure it is much too busy.”
“Benedict!” Anthony scolded but Benedict only laughed as he walked away, the sound drowning as he left. You glanced up at Anthony and his pants that were missing an entire button being done.
It made you laugh, giggling between the situation at hand and your husband standing so regal but disheveled. Anthony looked back at you and cracked a smile. “Bedroom?” He asked and you nodded, taking his hand as he led you the final steps into your room.
I.
“Ah- Anthony! Oh, god!” It was hot, passionate sex in their own bedroom. With all of their privacy, hidden away from the rest of the family. They would never interrupt here, in the midst of the bed they shared together.
Anthony’s eyes met yours from above you, growing darker and darker with every second he spent fucking you. He was panting heavily, sweat dripping down his chest onto yours but you didn’t even care. Instead, you grabbed onto him and pulled him flush against your skin.
He growled, now pushing deeper into you at a new, closer angle. “I love you,” Anthony mused as he fucked passionately. He was intentional with every thrust, snapping his hips against yours and his mouth fell open in needy pants of want.
”I love you,” you moaned back to him, thighs beginning to shake around his hips and he knew you were getting close. He grabbed your hips, digging deeply into your skin with his nails. “I love you, Anthony.”
”I love the way you say my name,” he said darkly, fucking into you only a couple more times before you were flowing over the edge, a loud, erupting moan escaping your lips. Your eyes squeezed shut and your body pulled taught, grabbing at Anthony’s shoulders as you rode your high.
Anthony watched, groaning in apreciation as he watched you finish before he took a hold of the bed, hoisting himself up to tirelessly fuck you until he was stuttering his hips, pushing deeper into you to cum as your name gasped out of his mouth with such vigor. He truly loved you and he truly desired everything about you.
“Finally,” He breathed heavily agasint you as he began to recover. “Finally we had a finish.”
You laughed, pulling him upwards to kiss his lips. “Finally.”