He didn't dare go through the front. Too many eyes, too many cameras, too much risk. If anyone saw him, he'd be swarmed, people begging for pictures, asking for shoutouts, some even trying to worship him.
He scanned the building and spotted her window, the curtains faintly glowing with light from inside. Adjusting his gloves, Sid crouched low, ready to climb.
Sid pocketed his phone and crouched low, scanning the wall. His muscles moved on instinct, pulling him down from the roof and across the narrow gap to Anna's building.
His fingers found holds in the brickwork, his sneakers pressed against ledges barely wide enough to balance on. The climb was smooth, practiced, and silent. Within seconds, he was hanging outside her window, breath steady despite the pain still simmering in his knee.
Through the glass, the room glowed soft red under dim lights. He saw roses scattered across her bed, candles flickering along the shelves, and a bottle of wine half-opened on the desk.
The scene looked prepared, almost staged, like she had been waiting for this night all along. Sid didn't pause to think. He slipped the window open, slid inside, and let his feet hit the floor without a sound.
Anna turned at the sound, her eyes wide as she saw him standing there. The shock froze her in place, her lips parting before she finally found her voice.
She wore a red silk robe stitched with roses, and beneath it only lace bra and panties that barely covered her.
"Sid? You… you actually came? I— I mean, of course you did. Who wouldn't come to me? I'm the freaking Anna—"
He didn't answer. He just crossed the room, closing the space between them in three steps. His hands went to her waist, rough… and before Anna could say another word, Sid began unclothing her, peeling the fabric away piece by piece.
Sid's touch ignited a fire within Anna as he stripped her bare, his hands roaming her body with a desperate hunger. She gasped as his lips found her neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin.
Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched into his touch. He lifted her onto the bed, pushing her back against the pillows. Anna's voice came out breathless.
"God, I've wanted this… I wanted you the second I saw you."
Anna spread her legs invitingly, revealing herself to him completely. Sid's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her, naked and waiting for him. Without a word, he shed his own clothes, revealing his toned physique.
His medium brown skin glistened with sweat under the dim light, a faint trail of hair running from his chest down across his stomach. Anna's lips curved into a smirk as her gaze roamed over him.
"Mmm… better than the virtual. You're even hotter in person."
Anna bit her lip, admiring the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. When he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her thighs, she wrapped her legs around his waist eagerly.
"I've waited long enough… seven days of sending you nudes, a week of getting wet just for you. Now prove it to me."
Sid paused, looking up at Anna with a wicked grin.
"Not yet."
He murmured, his breath hot against her inner thigh. Before she could protest, he lowered his head and buried his face between her legs.
Anna gasped loudly as his tongue found her clit, circling and teasing the sensitive bud. Her hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
"Oh god, Sid!"
She moaned, threading her fingers through his hair. He responded by pressing his mouth harder against her, sucking and licking with increasing fervor.
Anna's thighs trembled as he brought her closer to the edge, her cries of pleasure filling the room.
"Yes, just like that!"
She panted, grinding herself against his face shamelessly.
"Don't stop, please don't stop!"
Sid obliged, sliding two fingers inside her wet heat while continuing to torment her clit with his tongue. Anna's body tensed as an orgasm crashed over her unexpectedly.
Sid felt a pang of frustration as he continued to pleasure Anna, his own arousal stubbornly refusing to cooperate.
He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on drawing out her orgasm with his fingers and tongue.
Anna's body shuddered beneath him, her inner walls clenching around his digits as she rode out the waves of pleasure.
"Sid, oh my god…"
She whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"You're so good at that…"
Sid nuzzled her thigh gently before standing up. He took a deep breath, silently urging his traitorous cock to harden.mIt twitched weakly but didn't fully respond. Gritting his teeth, he climbed back onto the bed and positioned himself between Anna's legs once more.
"I'm going to make you come."
He promised darkly, sliding his fingers back inside her still-quivering pussy.
Sid leaned down, capturing one of Anna's nipples in his mouth. He sucked and licked the sensitive bud, relishing her soft moans as he lavished attention on her breasts. But even as he pleasured her, his mind wandered, consumed by worry and self-doubt.
Why wasn't he getting hard? Was there something wrong with him? The cruel comments echoed in his head, whispering doubts and accusations.
"He's frozen. AGAIN"
"Sid bro that's the 3rd time this week"
"He is getting hard"
"He never kills the hot ones"
"No."
He muttered against Anna's skin, trying to shake off the thoughts.
"I'm not like that…"
His fingers continued to move inside her, coaxing out another orgasm as he struggled to silence the voices in his mind. His movements became more frenzied, his fingers pumping in and out of Anna at a rapid pace.
Her cries of pleasure grew louder, mixing with the cacophony of voices in his head. The contrast between her ecstasy and his inner turmoil became too much to bear.
Suddenly, Sid snapped. He withdrew his hand abruptly, ignoring Anna's whimper of protest as he scrambled off the bed.
In an instant, he began gathering his clothes, pulling them on with shaking hands.
"Sid? What's wrong?"
Anna asked, concern etched on her face as she sat up, the sheets pooling around her waist.
"I can't... I can't do this… I'm sorry."
He couldn't bring himself to look at her. With that, he turned and fled the room, leaving behind a confused Anna.