Chapter 4
Chris was on her break when her boss, Mohammad-please-call-me-Mike Assad, told her that there was a phone call for her in his office. Chris frowned as she wondered who could be calling her at work as she went to answer it.
"Hello?" Chris asked, wondering if it was Chrystal. Mike hated it when they kept their cell phones on during work, so she and the other waitresses always switched them off.
"Yeah, were the hell did you fuck off to this morning?" grumbled the deep voice of Billy over the line.
Chris winced at the tone of annoyance. She guessed that for some reason, he sounded slightly pissed off at her and she took a deep breath before she said coolly, "I went home."
"Why the fuck didn't you wake me up?" he rumbled again, "I would have driven you home, you didn't have to fucking walk!"
Not wanting to get into an argument by telling him that basically it was none of his business what she did, she merely said, "Yeah, sorry."
He was silent for a minute before he changed the subject, letting the issue of her leaving again rest for now. "What time ya get off of work?" he asked instead.
"Eight." She said shortly as she mentally prepared herself to say what she had too.
"I'll send someone to get ya and bring ya to the Four Roses." He stated as if she wouldn't have different ideas.
Chris smirked a little at the thought that he was just so used to getting his own way that what she had to say was probably going to be a shock for him. He was an infamous and very feared gang lord and no one wanted to disagree with him and risk his wrath, but he had no idea who she was. Telling him like this, on the phone rather than face to face was a cowardly way to do it, but she felt it was much easier to turn him down without having his nearness complicating the issue.
"I don't think so Billy." Chris said with the determination that she had been building up in her mind all day coming through.
"What?" he asked, "What the fuck do you mean?"
Boy, he sounded pissed now, she thought to herself with fission of apprehension, making her even more glad to have to do this on the phone. The knowledge that she would probably come face to face with him eventually making her stomach twist with nerves. She didn't want to totally piss him off, but she had to be firm, she reminded herself. She was too good to become one of those women that hung off of him like needy leaches. She was better than that, she told herself in a mental mantra.
"Look Billy," she said calmly after taking a deep breath, "last night—the last two nights were really great, but, um—" she took another deep breath and closed her eyes as she finished with a rush, "That's it. I had a lot of fun—um—but I don't think—"
He hung up on her before she could finish. She winced and hung up the phone as she bit her lip. Just great, she managed to piss him off even while trying to be nice. She ran a hand through her hair and realized that she was shaking with nerves. Maybe it would be better for her to take Bobby up on his offer. She had never been to Chicago and she would not only get to spend time with her brother and take in the sights, but she would also put some distance between herself and this mess.
Shit! She mentally cursed herself as she remembered that she had been practically throwing Chrystal into Joe's lap in her haste to get her best friend away from Derek. Well now, wouldn't that have been awkward if Chrystal and Joe had hooked up? She doubted that she would have managed to totally avoid Billy if his little brother was going out with her best friend and roommate.
She blew out a breath and left the office to get back to work. She had a little over an hour and a half left and then she was going to ask Mike if she could take some time off. She started thinking of what excuse she could use as she grabbed a pen and an order pad. After all, she couldn't just tell her boss that she needed to get out of town for a while because she had been dumb enough to fuck a dangerous gang lord and now he was pissed at her. Mike may be her friend, but he was also her boss and he didn't put up with too much shit from his employees.
She plastered on a cheerful fake smile and got to work as she thought that her life officially sucked.
Billy closed the phone and shoved it back into his pocket as he resisted the urge to throw it across the room. He stuck a cigarette between his lips and lit it using one of the candles on the table. Taking a deep drag and holding it in for a moment before letting it out, he scowled heavily and tapped his fingers on the table as Bodie and the others watched him warily.
What the fuck was wrong with this woman? He thought to himself as he tried to calm down the anger. Couldn't she see when a man was interested in her as opposed to just wanting into her pants? His angry gaze flicked to Chrystal as she and Joe came back from the pool table where they had been playing a game. As soon as she sat down, Billy asked her.
After gapping at him for a moment, Chrystal answered, "Did you two talk at all last night or did you just fuck her brains out in that alley?"
"Not exactly." Billy said somewhat grudgingly as he shot a look at his boys and they took the hint and scattered, giving him and Chrystal a bit of space to talk in private.
Chrystal frowned and said, "Then apparently the answer is no. She must still be thinking you only want in her pants." She fiddled with her drink for a moment and asked, "So what are you going to do?"
Billy thought about it for a moment and then stood up without answering as he fished his keys out of his pocket. He stomped out of the bar without a word to anyone. As soon as the door closed behind him, Joe, seeing Chrystal's worried look said soothingly, "Don't worry. He's probably just gone to talk to her."
"Talk to her or beat the shit out of her?" Chrystal asked, still worried, "You can't tell me he has never hit a woman for giving him less shit than Chris has Joe."
Joe couldn't lie, "Well, I can't tell you he has never beat a chicks ass for less, but I can tell you that he was never as twisted up about a girl like he is Chris." He took a drink from his beer and went on, "I ain't ever seen Billy act this way around a girl, but then, I never seen him take a real interest in one either." Chrystal looked at him with confusion and he told her, "Like last night at the club when Billy threatened that guy and got all pissed at the way she was dancing with him. Normally, Billy don't give a shit if the chick he is screwing fucks a dozen guys right in front of him—he don't care. Hell, he'd probably just join in, but with Chris it's different."
"She's different." Bodie said as he sat down, "Billy knows she isn't one of the usual skanks he hooks up with and he's digging it, even if she is driving him nuts." He laughed, "Don't worry about her girlie, Billy ain't gonna do anything to jeopardize getting her back into bed."
"How can you be so sure?" Chrystal asked curiously, still slightly worried. And more than slightly jealous, Bodie thought.
Bodie pinned her with a bead eye and said, "Joe and I both know Billy. Joe's his little brother and I've been his best friend since the first grade when we got into a fistfight in the sandbox during recess. He genuinely likes her, he won't do anything to hurt her. Trust us, he is well aware that she ain't one of the bar whores and he knows he can't go treating her like he would one of them because if she was one of those girls, he wouldn't be so tied up in knots over her."
Chrystal nodded. It was a little comforting to have Joe and Bodie both telling her that Billy wasn't about to beat Chris because she was being slow to get a clue. Chrystal just wondered if Billy would talk to her instead of just laying her out on the nearest surface and trying to fuck her into submission. All that would accomplish was making Chris even more sure that she was nothing but a booty call. That could make things get ugly and then it might fuck things up between her and Joe.
Chris had just walked out of the door of the restaurant when she suddenly ran into Billy. He stood in front of her with a clenched jaw, his eyes narrowed to mere slits and a generally pissed off expression which made her gulp and stutter, "Billy what are you—"
She broke off when she suddenly found herself turned upside down over Billy's shoulder. She squealed and started striking him on the back with her fists as she yelled for him to put her down. His answer was to swat her hard on the ass with his free hand as he said, "Knock it off! I'm just taking ya to the bar. Then you and I are gonna have a talk." His tone left no room for argument as he carried her to his Mustang that was parked right outside of the doors, still running, and dumped her into the passenger seat.
She crossed her arms and fumed as he walked around and got behind the wheel. She refused to look at him as he peeled out of the parking lot. She kept her face turned away from him, but was highly aware of his gaze as he divided his attention between her and the road. She ignored him though and kept her face turned toward the window, fighting back tears of anger. So much for her standing up to him, she thought bitterly.
Billy sighed and ran a hand over his shaved head. He wasn't sure exactly how to handle this—how to talk to her about whatever it was that was going on between them, so he thought that the place to start was going to have to be with what he wanted. He knew what he wanted, he just wasn't sure if she wanted the same thing. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as the thought that she might not want those things flashed briefly across his mind. He honestly couldn't predict what he would do if it turned out that she didn't want what he wanted. Billy knew that he was difficult, demanding and moody as hell so he wouldn't blame her at all if she was leery about getting involved with him on any level.
Before he knew it, he was drawn out of his thoughts as they arrived at the bar. With another sigh, he parked the car and got out. Walking around to the passenger side, he opened her door and extended his hand to help her out of the car. She hesitated for a moment and he noticed with a pang in his chest that she looked as if she wanted to cry, but she took his hand and let him draw her out. He continued to grip her hand as he led her inside and to the back tables where Joe, Chrystal, Bodie and Tommy were sitting. He stopped on the way to tap the bar and tell Miguel to send his other waitress Nadine, over with a Bacardi and Coke for Chris and a beer for him.
Instead of sitting with the rest of them, he led her to the next table over that was situated in the corner behind the pool table. It afforded them a bit of privacy which was what Billy wanted seeing as he had no intention of everyone hearing the conversation between them. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of the chair as the others came over to say hi to Chris. After a few minutes and a black look from Billy, they meandered back to the other table and left the two of them to talk.
Billy had just opened his mouth when Chris announced with a slight tremble to her voice, "I have to use the bathroom."
Billy sighed again and rolled his eyes and pursed his lips as he sat back in the chair and lit a cigarette from the pack on the table. He once more started tapping his fingers on the table as he tried to think of how he wanted to say what was on his mind. He looked around the bar as Miguel brought the drinks himself. It was crowded, which was not that unusual for a Saturday night in this neighborhood. The regular crowd was there and the bar bitches were eying him from various points, but he gave them all the look that they knew meant not to approach. A table of rowdy drunken faggots near the jukebox caught his attention as they hollered at the waitresses, who consisted of Mandy and Nadine, to bring them more beer. They looked like some sort of sports team by the way they were all dressed in kakis and polo shirts.
Billy watched them for a few seconds before he heard Chris's voice literally scream his name making his heart jump into his throat and his body bolt out of the chair he was sitting in hard enough to crash and break against the wall behind him as he hauled ass in the direction of the bathrooms with the boys right behind him.
Chris almost ran to the bathroom to calm herself down and get rid of the tears of agitation that welled in her eyes. She flushed the toilet and stood at the sink, which now had soap, and washed her hands. She ran the water on cold before splashing her face and her eyes. She stared at herself in the cracked mirror for a moment before drying her face with the paper towels that were in the dispenser. She had no idea what was going to happen next. She couldn't put her foot down and be firm if all he was going to do was ignore her and overpower her physically.
Visiting Bobby sound more and more like a good idea as she thought that Billy was just going to do what he wanted and not give her any choice in the matter. She wasn't cut out for casual relationships, if they could even be called relationships. She needed monogamy, she needed the security that she was the only one her man was going to for all of his needs, whether physical or emotional, just as she was going to him for hers. Billy Darley was just not that kind of man from everything she had ever heard about him.
Taking a few deep breaths so that she wouldn't appear to be upset, she would be damned before she showed the idiot any weakness, she drew herself upright and marched out of the bathroom. Halfway down the hall, a tall man stepped into her path and stopped her with his hands on her hips. Before she could back away from him, he had her pinned against the wall as he brutally grasped her breasts and whispered with breath that stank of whiskey, "Well, well, what do we have here? You look pretty fresh and I ain't had a taste of a fresh little piece of ass in a while."
"Get off of me!" she said furiously as she pushed at him. Her struggles only seemed to excite him as he pressed his hardness against her hip. He gripped her wrists in his hands hard enough to leave bruises and she cried out in pain.
"Shut up you fucking whore, or I'll make it hurt!" he hissed dangerously as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along her neck.
When she found she couldn't get away, he was just much too strong and her feeble attempts to get away were not working, only exciting him further by the way he was now mauling her breast with one hand and attempting to wedge his knee between her legs, she opened her mouth and screamed as loud as she could, "BILLLLYYYYY!"
In what seemed like minutes to her, but she knew to have only been seconds as she struggled with the man, he was suddenly ripped away from her and thrown into the wall opposite to where he had her pinned. Billy stood there breathing raggedly as he held the man pinned to the wall with his forearm across his throat and his expression twisted in absolute fury as he ground out in a dangerous hiss, "You think you can lay hands on what's mine?"
The stranger's eyes grew wide with fear and panic as his gaze flicked to where Chris stood crying with Joe and Jamie's arms wrapped around her, asking her questions and trying to assess the damage and comfort her at the same time. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he stuttered weakly, "I—I was just—"
Billy ignored him as he sent Jamie a look and Jamie said, "She's scared and she's got bruises all over dude, but she's okay."
Billy let go of the guy with one hand and gently gripped her wrist to see for himself the mark that was already turning purple. He snapped his attention back to the trembling man he still had pressed against the wall before he roared, "MOTHERFUCKER!" he let go of the guy and pulled back his fist, the first blow connected solidly with the shithead's face and he felt the satisfying crack of broken bones beneath his knuckles.
The man sagged to the floor only for Billy to pick him back up and drag him to his feet with one hand twisted in his sweat stained shirt. Billy felt the hot rage wash over him as the image of the bruises on Chris burned in his mind while he landed punch after punch in the bleeding man before him as the fight moved from the hallway to the open area in the front of the bar.
Billy didn't notice the way everyone had stilled and the music from the jukebox cut off as he pounded his fists into the bloody mess in front of him while he screamed hard, "THAT'S MY FUCKING WOMAN ASSHOLE AND YOU PUT MARKS ON HER? SHE BELONGS TO ME! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU FOR TOUCHING HER MOTHERFUCKER!"
Billy really lost it as he landed blow after blow on the guy until Baggy and Bodie grabbed him around the arms and dragged him off of the guy as Bodie said, "Bro, it's over—he's done!"
Billy, still breathing heavily, jerked himself away from them and landed a few kicks in the man's side with his heavy biker boots and spat on him, "Get this fucker outta my sight! I ever see him again, I'll FUCKING kill him!"
Chris watched everything wide-eyed in a little bit of fear. Not fear for herself, but fear that Billy looked like he actually wanted to kill the guy in front of everyone. She had heard he had a temper and she was now seeing a birds-eye view of it, but none of the gossip she had ever heard about him said that he would go off like this over a woman he had slept with. The small seed of doubt about what he really felt made her think about her own behavior since this whole thing started. She had been terrified that she was going to get raped in that hallway and her only instinct was that Billy would not let it happen, making her call out his name as loud as she could.
Sniffing and wiping his nose as Dog and Tommy hefted the man up and dragged him out the door, Billy paid scant attention to his hands which were bleeding from breaking the skin over his knuckles on the fuckers face. He turned and strode over to Chris and drew her into his arms, ignoring the wide-eyed crowd around them listening to every word.
"You okay baby?" he asked huskily as he ran his hands over her back while she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in his chest. He felt her nod shakily and he squeezed her closer before backing away and gripping her hand in his and led her back to the gangs table while Miguel poured them some shots and brought them over.
"Here, let her drink this—it'll help calm her nerves." The older man told Billy.
Billy dragged her to sit in his lap while he held her close and brought the glass to her lips. "Here baby, drink this." He said coaxingly as he tilted the glass and she sipped it. When she had drank all of it, he set the glass down on the table and pulled her closer. The gang started talking among themselves, not wanting to disturb the bubble of privacy that Billy had created around himself and the woman in his lap.
Chris sniffed and sat up straighter as she looked into Billy's blue-green eyes and he asked, "Are you sure you're okay?"
Chris nodded, still looking into his gaze as she whispered, "I was more scared than anything." She bit her lip and asked tremulously, "Why did you go off like that? I mean, I thought you were going to seriously kill that guy."
"I would have if Bodie and Baggy hadn't stopped me." Billy growled as his gaze drifted to her wrists which were now a bright purple color in the shape of fingerprints. He lifted her abused flesh to his mouth and kissed it softly, murmuring, "No one puts their hands on you. Ever."
"Why?" she asked, her voice shaking still, but not with fear, but hope as she saw the emotion in his eyes. The way that he was acting towards her and the way that he was treating her was just so tender, so gentle and so full of concern that she suddenly thought that maybe he wasn't trying to turn her into one of his usual girls, that maybe he was trying something different with her.
Billy took a deep breath and held her gaze, hoping that she would feel the same way as he said softly, "Because you're my girlfriend and I'm your man. I'll always do anything I have too to protect you. No other man is ever gonna touch you."
Chris felt her heart stop for a moment before starting again, only to pound furiously as she said with a sharp gaze, "So does that mean no other women? I would need that Billy, if this is gonna work."
Billy looked deep into her eyes for a moment before kissing her softly and drawing away before he nodded and said huskily, "No one but you baby."
Chris smiled happily and he smiled back before drawing her into a scorching kiss that drew appreciative giggles and cat calls from the others. She stayed cuddled on his lap for a couple of hours until he nudged her and said, "Gotta hit the head."
She stood and sat in his chair when he left the table. Chrystal, who by this time had had more than enough to drink, leaned over and gave her a strange look before asking, "So?"
"So what?" Chris asked back with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you guys—like—together?" Joe asked with rampant curiosity.
Chris couldn't help the smile that lit her face as she nodded. Joe gave a whoop and Bodie and the others raised their glasses to her and congratulated her in various ways, but Chris noticed that Chrystal remained silent. Once the conversation flowed around them, Chris asked her, "What's wrong? Are you upset that Billy and I are going out?"
Chrystal hesitated for a split second before shaking her head and saying somewhat less than enthusiastically, "No—it's great, really." She shrugged and smiled good-naturedly, "Don't mind me; I'm just in a weird kinda mood today."
Chris frowned and asked, "Why, what happened after Billy and I left last night?"
"Nothing." Chrystal shook her head, "Joe spent the night last night."
Chris tried to hide a smirk, but then she noticed that Chrystal didn't look too happy about it, so she pressed on, "Was it not good? Did he do something wrong?"
"No!" Chrystal stated emphatically, "It was good—really good, but—" she sighed and ran a hand through her long brown hair, "I just wish I knew where I stood with him like you do with Billy, that's all." She said as she watched Joe while he talked to Baggy about something.
Chris thought for a moment, "Have you tried asking him?"
Chrystal snorted and shook her head, "No." she turned back to Chris as she said with a small laugh, "Really, don't worry. I think I just be must be close to starting my period and its making me all maudlin and shit."
Chris smiled back slightly and told herself that maybe Chrystal was right. From everything she had seen about Joe, he wasn't just going to fuck her and then dump her and Chrystal did get funny ideas in her head right before PMS set in. Chris took a drink of her beer and smiled at Billy as he made his way back to the table.
Her smile disappeared though when one woman detached herself from a group of rather cheap looking women who Mandy had already shared her private nickname of the Skank Squad with her and Chrystal. When the woman stopped Billy with a firm grip on his bicep, Chris scowled and slammed the beer mug on the table, gaining the attention of Bodie, who was talking on the phone with his girlfriend, and Jamie who was talking to Tommy.
The three men swiveled their heads around to follow Chris's line of sight and Bodie said, "Hey babe. Looks like Gina is trying to crawl her way into Billy's shorts and Chris don't look too happy about it." He listened for a minute and then held the phone out to Chris as he grinned and nudged her to take it, "My girl Alisha wants to talk to you."
Taking the phone from Bodie and putting it up to her ear, her scowl deepened, "Hello?" Chris growled with her eyes still trained on where Billy was trying to get away from the woman. He kept shrugging her off and she kept grabbing at him, casting catty looks at Chris.
"Girl, Bodie told me that you and Billy are together now." Alisha said firmly as if they had known each other for years and not just met the night before, "If he's your man, you gotta get over there and kick that bitch's ass!"
"What?" Chris scoffed, "We aren't in high school anymore Alisha."
"That is the only thing that works with those bitches at the bar." Alisha assured her, "I had to do the same thing with Bodie honey. I had to make an example. If you don't make an example of Gina for touching your man, all the bitches are just gonna keep throwing themselves at him every chance they get whether you're there or not. Kick her ass and let them all know that he is yours and off limits! Just trust me honey."
"Okay." Chris said as this Gina chick tried to run her hand over Billy's chest and he knocked her hand away. He tried to glance in her direction and Gina leaned up and ran her tongue over his neck. Chris tossed Bodie his phone and he caught it with a grin as she stood up and stalked over to her man.
"Come on baby." Gina purred as she tried to cup Billy's goods through his jeans.
"I told you to fuck off Gina!" Billy said firmly as he raised his hand as if to backhand her, making her flinch.
Before her hand could remove itself from his privates, it was caught in a vice like grip and bent at an awkward angle as Chris hissed, "Back the fuck off of my man bitch!"
Chris wrapped her hand in the woman's stringy brown hair and yanked her head back. With Gina temporarily immobile, she swept a predatory gaze along the line of narrowed eyed women standing there watching. Yanking Gina so far backwards that the woman cried out at the pain in her spine, Chris said loud enough for all the women to hear, "Billy is mine now and off the fucking market—got that? The next one that touches him is gonna get this!" Chris swept Gina's legs out from under her and jumped on top of the crying, screaming woman as she punched her in the face repeatedly.
Billy, grinning fit to burst, let Chris have at it for a few minute before he finally thought that Gina had gotten the point as had the other women, and circled an arm around Chris's waist and picked her up like a piece of lint while Bodie and Miguel, both laughing their asses off, picked a sobbing and bleeding Gina up and shuffled her out the door.
Billy, still grinning, set Chris down and turned her so that she faced him as he said laughingly, "Come on baby, I think everyone got the point that my dick is now your exclusive property."
"Damn straight it is!" Chris turned her back to his front and glowered at the now cowed women. They were all thinking the same thing—that for a girl, Chris fought like a man, and none of them wanted to get their faces fucked up like Gina just did.
Billy held onto Chris's hips all the way back to the table where the rest of the gang all of whom were wearing huge grins. He sat down and dragged her into his lap and gave her a scorching kiss that drew more appreciative whistles and catcalls from the rest. Chris broke away from him and demanded, "Let's go."
She stood up and drained her beer. Taking Billy's hand, she pulled him out of the bar after telling the snickering gang, "Later." The adrenaline and the jealousy were making her more aggressive than she actually was, but Billy wasn't complaining. They made their way to his apartment and his bed in record time where she tore his white t-shirt over his head and then pushed him backwards on the bed before crawling her way up his body like a cat, kissing random places until she reached his chest, where she bit his nipple lightly, making him jump and grunt in surprise.
Now normally, Billy was not one to give up the control in his bed. He was a very dominant lover, who relished controlling how fast or how slow the pace was set, but he thought with another grin that he just might see how much he liked letting her do what she wanted. He thought it was hot and from the tightness of his jeans, his body wasn't complaining.
Chris latched onto Billy's neck and licked his skin as her hands were busy flipping open his belt buckle and pulling down his zipper. Snaking her hand past his open fly and his boxers, she closed her hand around him and started pumping him slowly, only letting go when he pulled her top over her head and unhooked her bra. When her top half was bare, she leaned back down and resumed mouthing his neck, she sucked slightly as if asking his permission to make a mark. He gasped, groaned and nodded as his hands swept over her back and she sucked hard at the spot right next to his Adam's apple.
She pulled back to admire it through predatory eyes and ground down hard against his thigh before lifting herself slightly and yanking his pants down enough to free him. She kept her eyes on his as she took his hand and brought it down her body from where he was playing with her nipple to her pussy. He smirked when he felt how wet she was and rumbled huskily, "You wet for me baby?" Chris bit her lip and nodded, "Aw, come on sweetheart, don't get all shy on me now. Tell me what you want."
"I—I want—" She bit her lip and a small blush formed on her high cheekbones. He grinned encouragingly as he kept stroking her, making her moan and she went on, "I want you inside of me right now."
"You want my cock in your pussy?" he asked dirtily, loving the way she kept blushing at his choice of words. When she nodded, he said, "Well come on then baby, take what you want. Take what's yours." He ripped off her panties, making her catch her breath at the way he just tore them right off of her, and then moved his hands to her hips where he helped her position herself over his rock hard erection. Once she was in place, he swept his hands back to her tits and massaged them firmly, fascinated with how firm and perky they were for being as large as they were. It had been his experience that big tits usually sagged or were somewhat soft, but not his girl's, hers were firm and beautiful. She had tits most women would pay good money for and he knew that they were real, just by the feel of them.
Chris lowered herself on him in a smooth, slow motion, drawing moans from the both of them. She sat still for a moment until she felt him buck his hips a little to get her moving. Opening her eyes and gazing hotly at him, she refused to let him make her move, "This is my show, remember baby?" she tutted, "I'm taking what's mine."
He grinned and nodded at her in apology, resuming his playtime with her titties. He pulled her down far enough to reach them with his mouth and she gasped as he bit down before soothing the sting with his tongue. She moved slowly at first, grinding against him on the down stroke to rub her clit against the root of his cock. It wasn't long before he pleaded with her as he gripped her hips with his hands, "Faster baby, harder. Fucking ride me already." In order to bend her to his will, his hand slid down her front until his thumb reached her clit, where he pressed and flicked, bringing her closer to coming undone. He knew from her gasps and breathing, as well as the tightening of her body around him, that she was close and he wanted her to tip over the edge around him.
Chris felt the edge of oblivion rushing towards her and with his voice in her ears as he continued to whisper dirty, crude things that were only allowed in the privacy between lovers, she started slamming down on him just like he wanted, making it his turn to throw his head back into the pillows behind him as he groaned. Sweat was beading on her, making her whole body glisten as she rode him into the home stretch, crying out loudly, "Billy!"
Billy's eyes snapped open as she said his name and he gripped her hips firmly, thrusting up as hard as he could to help her get him off. His balls drew up tight and his thumb slid back to her clit as he gasped and ground out, "Yes, baby—yes—just like that—fuck me—fuck me!"
He smiled wickedly as he snaked one hand around to her back and pressed the tip of his finger against her ass, not hard enough to penetrate her, but hard enough to stimulate her and from the way her eyes snapped open and her jaw dropped, she loved it. He kept playing with her this way until she screamed, "OH GOD! BIILLY!" and spasmed hard around him before her tight little pussy choked the shit out of his cock like he loved when she came a second time.
Billy jerked upwards once—twice, he hissed and groaned, "Fuuuck! I'm cummin' baby! Ahhh!" She fell forwards against his chest, their heart pounding in sync as they panted raggedly. His arms held her as his cock continued to pulse inside of her as she tingled around him. Billy swallowed hard as he slowly regained his breath while staring at the ceiling and holding Chris close.
Chris was so relaxed, she didn't think she could summon enough energy to roll off of Billy if someone held a gun to her head, so content with just letting him hold her, she dozed on his chest, figuring that when he was tired of her laying on top of him, he would push her off. Damn, that had been mind-blowingly unbelievable. She had been a little taken aback when he had used his finger on her butt, but the sensation had been intense and she had quickly decided that she really, really liked it. After a little while, he rolled her off of him gently and sat up.
Surveying the damage, he grinned. Damn, she had fucked him with his boots on. He finished removing the rest of his clothes and turned to look at her sprawled out and sleepy, clad only in the short black skirt that she worked in and the smile of a sexually satisfied woman. He untwisted the skirt from her waist and pulled it down her legs and off of her before getting up and covering her with the sheet. Going into the kitchen, he drank a glass of water while standing at the sink and refilled the glass and went back into his bedroom.
He prodded her with a hand and said as she opened her eyes, "Here baby. Drink some water."
She sat up, drawing the sheet to her breasts and sipped as she watched Billy leave the room for a moment and then come back in with a small towel that he had wet down. She blushed furiously when he briskly parted her legs and cleaned their combined fluids from between her thighs as she squawked, "Billy—", highly uncomfortable that he would do something so intimate to her. Her mind immediately snorted, like he hadn't done anything just as intimate to her before. He threw the towel into the corner when he was finished and chuckled at her embarrassment.
"Ain't no thing baby." He told her softly as he kissed her. Frowning slightly as he realized something, he asked, "You on the pill baby?"
"Yeah," she murmered, relaxing back onto the bed, sleepiness claiming her once again.
He nodded. She had made him so hot for her that he had forgotten to use a condom, something he never did before and the more he thought about it, he had forgotten last night in the alley as well. If they weren't careful, she was going to end up getting pregnant and Billy wasn't sure about how he would feel about that. He was definitely didn't think he was ready to be a dad.
He took the glass back from her and set it on the table next to the bed. She closed her eyes again, thinking that he was just going to climb in beside her and go to sleep, but when she felt the sheet roughly yanked away, her eyes snapped back open to see him stretched out at the foot of the bed wearing a wicked smirk as he clasped her thighs.
She quirked an eyebrow at him and he whispered sexily, "It's time for me to take what's mine now."
Chris bit her lip and groaned as he parted her thighs and dove in, licking her all over as he thrust a finger into her. She moaned and grasped the pillow beneath her head so hard that her knuckles turned white. Her head thrashed from side to side and he zeroed in on her nubbin and sucked hard as he pumped his thick finger in and out. She cried out his name when he started to flick her clit fast with his tongue while keeping the suction on her with his lips as the one finger was joined by another.
She tasted like ripe strawberries, Billy thought to himself as he watched her facial reactions to his ministrations. He had never done this to a woman before, not that he would ever admit that to anyone, but the guys all talked about how their women liked it and Billy was a fast learner if nothing else. He would have found this particular act disgusting if he wasn't so aware that she was not like the women he usually bedded. While obviously not a virgin, her tight little body told him from the start that she wasn't a whore, and if that wasn't enough, her reactions to him and everything he had done to her so far spoke loud and clear that she was not that experienced.
The memory of her as she rode him earlier flashed in his mind as he slid his thumb inside of her perfect little hole, gathering as much moisture as possible before replacing it with his first two fingers. He kept the suction on her clit more or less constant as he flicked his tongue around, alternating from a sweeping side-to-side motion to tiny little circles with just the tip. He kept his eyes on her face, looking for any sign of discomfort as he pressed his thumb into her ass, opening it just a tiny bit.
Chris felt his thumb try to enter her anus and her eyes flew open with a gasp. She looked down at him and saw his gaze locked on her anxious one. She was a little frightened about it, she had never had anyone touch her there and she had heard that it could be really painful. It had felt incredible earlier, but then at the time, he had not been trying to put anything inside there.
When he saw that she was unsure and a little scared, he let her flesh go with a pop and whispered to her without moving his thumb from her entrance, "Shhh—it's okay baby. I'm not gonna do anything you don't want me too."
"I—I don't know about this Billy." She whispered, still unsure, "I heard that it hurts."
Billy found that he couldn't lie—not to her at least. He begrudgingly admitted to himself that if she was another chick, he just might lie; he had before to get what he wanted. "It can at first, if you resist it." He admitted in a low voice, "But I'm not gonna do that baby. I'm just gonna play with it a little like before—you liked it before right?" he asked coaxingly.
Chris blushed and nodded shyly. He grinned approvingly at her as he instructed, "Just relax baby, let me make you feel good." He lowered his head to her core again and resumed his mission. True to his word, he didn't try to penetrate her ass any more than he already had, but he was certainly going to try to get her to let him take her that way eventually, he told himself.
Billy Darley was a man of large sexual appetites. He liked fucking a woman's ass sometimes more than her pussy, depending on the woman. If he found her pussy to be loose around him, like Gina's, he had no problem sticking his cock into the tighter hole. But with Chris, it was going to be different. He wanted to take her anally because he wanted her to be totally his, not because she had fucked so many men that her pussy was loose even around Billy's own larger than average size.
Billy felt her thighs trembling around his head and her body tighten up around his fingers in her cunt and knew that she was going to cum and cum hard. Very, very gently, he took her clit between his lips and pulled slightly while his thumb pressed firmly into her ass and the tip popped through the tight ring of muscle. His move was rewarded by Chris screaming as the wave crashed over her and her juices poured out which Billy happily lapped up.
Crawling up her body, laying a kiss here, a suck there, he entered her with a firm thrust of his hips, not waiting for her to regain her senses. Clasping her behind the knee, he hooked her leg over his hip and started pumping into her slowly as he watched her blissful face come down from its euphoria. When he felt he had her attention once more, he dipped his head and nipped at her neck before sucking strongly, giving her a mark to match the one that she had given him.
He soon grunted with the effort of his pounding thrusts as she groaned and shook with the impact and he whispered to her, "Who do you belong to baby?"
Chris gasped with the sting of his hipbones slapping her inner thighs as she told him what he wanted to hear, what she knew to be true, "You." She said breathlessly.
"What?" he asked aggressively as he reared back onto his knees and thrust faster and harder, "What was that baby?"
"You," she cried out as his right hand played with her clit as his left hand snaked around her leg and flicked over her anus once more, "I belong to you—Oh God!" It was too much, the stimulation between her legs was starting to border on painful and she grasped his wrist in her hand but he refused to move it or stop as he slapped their bodies together.
"It's okay baby—were almost done." He shushed her, knowing that she was reaching her limit. He angled his hips until he felt the rough patch of her g-spot at the tip of his cock and stayed there, hitting that spot with every stroke until she screamed again as she climaxed. As soon as he felt her tighten and her hot fluid boil over him, he slammed into her again and came with a roar of his own, falling forward onto his elbows on either side of her head and pressing into her as far as he could as he whispered against her throat, "That's right baby—your mine now!"
He kept repeating it as the last dregs of his climax died away and he opened his eyes to see her once again, out cold with her eyes still opened a fraction and her limbs quivering. He pulled out of her and collapsed at her side as he reached down and closed her legs, giving her twitching mound an affectionate squeeze before drawing the sheet back over their bodies and pulling her into his arms with a tired sigh. Holding her close, he fell into a dreamless sleep, his last thoughts being that he forgot the goddamn rubber again and she better still have her ass in his bed when he woke up this time or he was going to fuck her back into a coma tomorrow.