My shoes crunched against discarded peanuts shells and sloshed over spots of spilled liquor no one bothered cleaning up. It's gross, repulsive even, but I can't really complain. After all it is me that's taking the time out of what's supposed to be the end of my day to go home, shower, and change then bring myself over here.
It's not very far, but still out of the way. Everyone here has been convicted or accused of a crime at least once. A day with only one chair being thrown across the room is a good day. This is absolutely no place for a young lady, it's no place for any respectable person. And every time I wander through the front door of this god forsaken bar I wonder what the hell possesses me to put myself through the fouls smells and genuine lack of manners coming from the patrons of this damn place.
I walk through the entire front of the bar thinking this, that is until I get to the back. Until I see him. He always receives a nod from whichever of his flunky's notices I'm here first. Then he looks over his shoulder briefly, pretending he isn't more than delighted to see me.
But today he didn't look back at me because no one was there, he sat by himself smoking a cigarette.
"Hi" I mutter unsure of what to think as I make my way to stand behind him.
He glances at me, but I can only see a look of complete annoyance on his features. He gives me a nod and I raise a brow and watching him intently.
"What's up?" I ask pulling out the chair to sit beside him.
He doesn't say anything, doesn't look at me but focuses more on inhaling his nicotine. I stare at him unwavering, using my new found confidence that grew with all the time we've been around each other. Eventually he removes the cigarette from his lips and blows out the toxic smoke in the opposite direction of my face.
"You shouldn'tah come here today".
"Why? You didn't say anything last night," I say furrowing my brows.
"Yea, and if you had a fuckin' phone I'd'a told ya".
"You want me to leave then?" I ask confused and annoyed myself now, his attitude is fucking lethal.
I never really am on the receiving end of one of his moods, but usually just wind up within the blast radius of it, like most people.
When he doesn't say anything I put my hand on the table to push myself up. I'm on my feet and about to step away he grasps my hand.
"Billy it's fine, I'm tired anyway," I sigh looking at the ceiling, my frustration bubbling over.
"Sit, I need t'talk to you".
"What about?" I ask looking down at him. He blinks at me with that arrogant look, and in that one expression I can tell he knew that we both knew I was staying whether he told me what he wanted to talk about or not.
I sit down with more of an attitude than I had before, simply because I couldn't win with him. He scratches his hairy chin with his thumb and takes another pull from his cigarette. I stare at the cigarette in silence, remembering the days when I couldn't go without a pack a day.
"I uh" he stops his thought and chuckles darkly, shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe whatever he was meant to be saying.
"Is y'mother home tonight?" he asks. It usually matters when he asks, the nights she has to do double shifts I can't stay out with him all hours of the morning. On the nights she isn't home I have to be home before 9 to look after Jase, Billy knows all of this.
I think about it for a moment, today is Monday, "No, why?" I press.
He nods and licks his lips, after another minute he begins his earlier thought again, "I can't go t'my place t'night".
I raise both brows in surprise, "Why?" I exclaim.
He gives me that look that says, 'Why do you even ask?'
I swallow a nervous lump in my throat, I already know what he's asking, or isn't asking for that matter. Because god forbid Billy ask anybody for anything. He'd rather suggest it subliminally and stare at you with those piercing damn eyes until you cave. Fuck, I'm in trouble.
"And I can't stay at none of those fucks places, too obvious".
Too obvious to who and what? I want to ask so badly, but I'll just get the look again. All I'm meant to know at this point is whoever the person or people are looking for Billy are looking for his friends as well and knows where they all live.
"Okay". I reply with a nod. He squints his eyes at me and gives me a questioning look.
"Okay, what?"
"Okay you can stay the night. But you have to come after 9. Jase will be sleep by then."
He smirks, using the expression to suppress a bigger smile, tilting his head to the side as he studies me.
"Hmph," he huffs still smirking at me.
"What? Did you expect me to say no?" I ask.
He shrugs, "I never fuckin' know what t'expect from ya Reese".
I smile and look away from his gaze, "I guess that's a good thing then".
I stand up again and put my hand on his shoulder, kneeling down a bit so I can place a kiss on his cheek. He never kisses me here. Well, not where any one, including his "friends" can see. But since no one is here I figured what the hell?
"I'll call you later" I say close to his ear.
He grasps my arm and looks up at me confused, "Where you goin'?"
"I need to clean up and cook dinner tonight".
He nods and bites the inside of his lip.
"A'right," he says, though he still doesn't let me go.
"What Billy?" I chuckle.
He yanks me closer almost roughly and I have to brace myself on the table. He pinches my chin with his other hand and lays a wet smack of a kiss to my lips. When I try to kiss him back he pulls away and grins a little.
"G'head," he says nodding to the exit.
I pout and groan leaning forward for another kiss. He does it again, leaning away and turning his head to take another puff from his cigarette.
"Oh you jerk" I snicker fighting a smile.
When I go to step back he pulls me close again and before I can deny him he kisses me much softer than before. But it only lasts a second before he pulls away and lets me go.
"I'll seeya" he huffs.
I turn away, smiling harder than I could control and sighed a quick goodbye before walking out, dodging the beginnings of a brawl on my way.
I get back home around 6:30, finish what my mother started to make for dinner after I scolded her for even doing so. She and I have agreements that have been in place since high school, I think. To make all our lives easier we divide up everything, from chores to bills. It's how we get by.
We're all fed by 7:15, just in time for my mother to leave. She kisses my brother and I goodbye before she's off to her shift at a very decent hotel downtown. I leave Jase to watch his cartoons before it's time for him to go to bed for a quick chat with my dear old friend.
We talked for a few minutes before I dropped the big bomb about Billy staying over. After she screamed for like a minute and a half the first words out of her mouth are, "Do you have condoms".
"No, and I won't need them".
"Serious, Reese, don't be stupid".
"I'm not going to have sex with him, my brother is going to be in the next room. Besides, it's only been like two months," I hiss trying to keep my voice down.
"Yea, in your world that don't seem like a long time, but for him?" she trails off, "I'm honestly surprised he's lasted this long".
"Last long for what? We're not even in a relationship. It shouldn't matter".
"Believe me, it matters. And who says you're not in a relationship?" she asks.
"Who says we are?"
"Billy is never going to come out an' say it, you know that".
"Well he should want to"
"An' besides, who the hell says you have to be in a relationship to fuck?"
"I do" I retort, "I don't sleep around, I'm not saying it's bad if people do...I just chose not to".
"Anymore" she mutters as if I couldn't hear her, "Good luck explaining that to your boyfriend".
He isn't my boyfriend, he's a growing friend that I sometimes kiss and make out with. With the occasional grope fest, it pretty much stays at that. Although, I can't say Tara is all wrong, I have thought about it...sex. While it's not something I've constantly engaged in I do find that I have that constant itch.
The main reason I don't have sex as often as a lot of girls my age is because when I did start having sex it was for all the wrong reasons. When I got my shit in check I realized not only was the sex bad and boring, but meaningless. It was more of a means to distract me, and I don't really know about many people, but it's not supposed to be like that for me. It's been almost 2 years since I gave up that life, and things haven't been better.
While I understand the implications of having Billy spend the night with me, even the implications of even associating with him; but I just simply cannot help it. He is the epitome of everything I don't need. Temptation wrapped up in a devilishly handsome, vulgar, package. God I'm stupid.
Part II
"Third floor" I say watching as Billy parked the car he borrowed from a "friend" across the street, "Apartment B".
He couldn't very well leave his intimidating muscle car parked in front of my building. It's already suspicious enough when he's driving up and down this block every couple days to drop and pick me up.
My heart is pounding by the time he disappears into the lobby downstairs. I look over my room again, having cleaned and organized every inch even though I'm positive my messiness would have phased him. My bed is made, the floor swept, and every clean article of clothing I'd at some point thrown on the floor or on the dresser was promptly thrown in my closet.
Three hard knocks hit the front door. I peek in my brother's room to make sure he didn't wake up and close the door when I see he hasn't even stirred a little.
"H-hi" I say when the door is open and I'm peering up at Billy.
He smirks and mumbles, "Ay".
I step to the side and let him in. His dominating presence is so odd in my living room, there hasn't been a man in here over 4 feet tall in I don't know how long. As I shut and lock the door, I look over my shoulder to see him looking around the place.
"Where's the little runt" he says speaking of my brother. Billy finds it hilarious that my brother is infatuated with him and makes up stories about him. Like he's some kind of god damned legend.
"Sleep, my room's right there" I say pointing down the hall to the right of the apartment.
He nods to the room and says, "Show me".
I bite my lip- that changed things for some reason. Like I'm some virginal maiden showing a man to my bedroom for the first time. But nonetheless I reach out and grab his hand, guiding him to my room with my stomach in my throat.
We're met with the scent of my vanilla candle that I'd blew out immediately before he got here.
Billy chuckles as we enter, "You didn't hafta clean for me".
I shake my head, "No I'm a slob, and no one should ever see what I do to this room".
I let his hand go and shut my door. He stands in the middle of my just recently re-furnished room. When I had enough money I made it exactly how I wanted for the longest.
"Cute" Billy mutters sarcastically as he glances at a picture of me and my family on the dresser where my TV was.
"Shut up". I sigh leaning on the door.
Once he's inspected every corner he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it on the side of my bed carelessly before sitting on the side of it. Seeing me standing there awkwardly, not moving not speaking he pats the empty space beside him.
"C'mere".
I inhale deeply and make my way over to the bed, as we sit side by side, me looking at my twiddling fingers and him gazing at me with a mischievous smirk on his face I start to count backwards from 10.
"Why you so nervous?" he asks reaching out to put his big hand on my thigh.
I can't possibly look at him now, "I-I..." I can't speak apparently, so I settle for a shrug.
"Relax, Reese. I didn't c'mere for that".
I clear my throat and work up the nerve to look at him. He squeezes my knee and leans over to peck my cheek. A very charming gesture for him.
Smiling I reply, "Okay".
He moves his arm behind me and curls it around my waist.
"Gi'me a kiss." he grouses lowly making a shiver wreck my spine.
He's never really asked…or told me to give him a kiss. He usually just takes it.
My eyes flicker to and fro his mouth and eyes once before I lean in and kiss him. He deepens the kiss, bringing his right hand up to hold the side of my face. Gripping his elbow I lose myself in his kiss, not noticing until later that I'd moved closer to him until we were turned chest to chest.
He suddenly yanks me closer so my thighs are on either side of his waist. I avoid sitting in his lap and grip his shoulders as I gasp in surprise. The moment his tongue prods my mouth I pull my head back and sigh heavily,
"What? C'mere" he grouses moving his hands to grip my butt. He yanks me closer and so I'm pressed against him with nowhere to go.
"Billy" I whimper when he rubs his lips against my neck, his scruffy facial hair gently scratching my skin. I shiver again. And without any warning he sucks on the side of my neck before biting roughly.
"Ahh" I whimper, "Don't do that," my left leg shakes involuntarily from the sensation.
He places a kiss where he's bitten and sighs roughly, resting his forehead against my neck.
"Shit Reese".
Smiling I put my hand to the back of his head.
"Are you hungry?" I ask trying to steer the mood. It should work, Billy likes his food.
He leans back to look me in the eye.
"You cooked?" he asks with raised brows.
I nod, "Chicken, rice, and I believe we have some left over plantanos," I say putting extra emphasis on my Spanish accent at the last word.
He rubs up and down my hips and torso as he grins at me, "Plan-tuhnos," His heavy accent morphed the word into something only a Boston born and bred person could do.
I laugh and shake my head, "You're such a damn southie".
I slide off his lap and pat his shoulder as I go the door, before I can leave he exclaims, "The fuck that's supposed to mean?"
I simply look over my shoulder and smirk at him. After making and warming up a plate for him probably stocked with more food than I could ever eat. When I returns it's to find that he's made himself comfortable. With his shoes off and stretched along my bed with his arms behind his head.
"Comfortable?" I ask chuckling.
He nods, "Might hafta come over here more often".
"Oh I'd love to see my mother's face when she busts in here one day to find Billy Darley laid up in my bed".
He sits up as I walk over to hand him his plate followed by a fork and napkin.
"She know me?" he asks as he stabs the baked chicken and shovels it into his mouth.
"Who doesn't" I reply.
He forgets all about what we're talking about and groans, his eyes rolling behind his head momentarily. The sound is by far the sexiest I've ever heard. Without taking a breath he shovels rice into his mouth, followed by more chicken and more rice. I just watch with wide eyes. My legs are folded Indian style in the middle of the bed with my head rested on my fist.
"Is it good?" I ask.
He gives a curt nod and continues eating. Forgetting I was holding a can of soda in my hand I bump his arm with it to grab his attention. He glances at it and grumbles, "Open it".
With a couple of sips of soda between he demolishes every inch of the plate, leaving the plantains on the side.
"Shit girl," he exhales putting the plate on my nightstand and sitting back against my headboard with a satisfied grin on his face.
"Good?" I ask.
"Fuckin…I aint had a meal like that in a long time."
"You didn't eat the-."
"They look weird" he replies bluntly shaking his head sternly.
"Oh come on" I grunt moving beside him and reaching over him to take the plate, "I promise you'll like it, they're sweet and good and probably my mother's best".
I cut a small piece with the fork and hold it out to his mouth. He shakes his head no and looks away.
"Just one bite, if you don't like it, I'll let you kiss me anywhere you want". I regretted the proposition the moment I said it. The way his eyes widen and that wolfish, horn-dog, tongue wagging look over takes him.
His eyes are wider than I've ever seen them and his eye brows almost shoot off his forehead.
"What?" he asks stretching out the 'a' in the word.
"You heard me" I reply, "But you can't lie either and pretend it's not good either".
He smiles and bites his lip, "That's fuckin'. That can be the best thing I ever tasted, I promise I'm gonna lie," he says pointing to the plate.
"Fine then". I stand up to take the plate back to the kitchen. Before I can leave he grasps my arm and clears his throat.
"I'll eat it if you let me kiss you wherever I want".
I roll my eyes, I can't even complain, I did this to myself.
"I-that defeats the purpose of the bet".
He shrugs, "You want me to eat em' so bad".
I bite my lip, sure I wanted him to like my food but at what cost. I'm not completely put off by the idea of doing anything sexual with him. I'm more put off by the idea that if I do I know there will be absolutely no turning back.
Sighing I blink and look away from him as I consider the possibilities.
"Fine, I won't get naked though". I retort.
He tosses the idea around in his head, bobbling it from side to side once or twice before a larger more devious smirk replaces his thoughtful disposition.
"A'right".
I can't help but wonder what the hell he's got cooking in that brain of his for him to be okay with my terms. He's found some kind of loophole, I know it…
Without another word I lift the fork to his mouth and he with more fervor than before he wraps his lips around it. I watch intently as he chews and chews, a pleased look on his face until he swallows the fruit.
"You like it." I state.
He licks his lips and nods.
"Yea, s'not bad".
"Told you" I reply sitting the plate on the floor and giving him my best, smug, I told you so grin.
He nods, "Yea, yea, but I owe you a kiss now".
I lean close a bit, hoping he'd forgotten about the anywhere part and simply took an unhinged kiss for the bargain.
"Nope" he says shaking his head sternly.
"Where then?" I ask.
He glances to my bedroom door and then asks, "Y'got'a lock on the door?"
I raise a brow, "I told you I'm not gettin' naked".
"You don't have to, but you have t'take off those shorts".
"What for?" I exclaim my face getting hot instantly.
"'Cause I said so, s'my kiss aint it?" he asks tilting his head at me.
Dropping my shoulders I sigh, "Yea".
"Go lock the door then," the stern tone in his voice isn't to be missed.
When I return to the bed a nervous wreck from locking myself in with this manipulative heathen he pulls me to the bed and rubs my back.
"Calm down, aint nothin' you won't enjoy, I promise".
A promise? Billy doesn't make those.
"Now lay down and take those off".
He stands from my bed and wanders over to the slightly opened windows. Even though it was cold out my bedroom tended to get the most heat so I leave them open whenever I'm here. I can't imagine…actually, I know exactly why he's closing the window and drawing the blinds along with it.
When he turns to face me I'm lying there silently, my hands folded on my stomach as I wait as patiently as I could with how impatient I felt.
I start to lose my breath when he dips his knees into the mattress, making his way closer and closer to me until he's hovering above me. His knees are caging me in along with his arms and I feel paralyzed from the feral look in his eyes.
"One kiss, and if ya'want me to stop, I will. Deal?" he asks having moved his face a hairline away from mine. His lips are just about to touch mine and I can't help but lean forward and take the initiative.
He doesn't kiss me back and I know it's because he's staying within the guidelines of our little bet. But this doesn't stop him from nudging my face with his, another damn loophole.
I pull away and nod, "Deal". The excitement rippling through me has completely overridden any and all hesitation I felt before this.
Biting his lip again, making me shiver he keeps his face close to mine, making me think he's about to kiss me. He does this, travelling further and further down my body. Stopping to nip at my neck and then my slightly exposed stomach, never making it at all easy for me to tell where he'd bite next.
The last bite he places just at my panty line makes me literally jump and whimper. His eyes flicker up to mine and I see them in a way I've never before. They look so much darker, scary almost.
With his teeth only, he bites at my panty line and pulls back so I can see straight down between my legs. His eyes fall to my trimmed peach fuzz. That delicious groan he made while he was eating is emitted and I can't help but gyrate my hips in response.
He lets go of the fabric and grips my hips, forcing me back down on the bed.
"Don't move" he demands not looking up at me again as he sets his sights between my legs.
I move my hand to my collar bone, clutching my skin as I feel and listen to my heart racing.
His open mouth hovers above my second set of lips and the warm air is welcome. I keep my eyes peeled, enraptured with whatever the hell he's going to do. I mean I pretty much know but with Billy you never really know.
He presses the tip of his nose against me and rubs my clothed sex with it up and down and in a circle before inhaling my scent deeply. I can't help but feel self-conscious in the moment and call out his name to make him move this along.
"Shut up" he retorts, his head lolling to the side as he inhales again and lets out another deep groan.
My eyes roll behind my head and I lift my hips again, not very far because he aggressively pushes me back down and pins me to the bed. Just as I open my mouth to whine some more I feel something wet and hard, yet soft at the same time prod my lips from the center all the way up.
"Ah, Billy, fuck" I moan lifting my hips yet again.
He lets me this time as he moves up until his tongue bumps my clit. Without stopping he lets his tongue venture back down and up again. The licking doesn't end there as his wet tongue travels all the way up my middle, over my belly button, my ribs and my breasts until we are face to face again where he places a hard kiss to my lips.
I'm literally writhing beneath him for more, trying to move my hips close to his, but he keeps a fair distance away. I try to pull away from the kiss but he forces me to accept it when all I want to do it rip both our clothes off. Mewling against his mouth I push at his chest in attempt at releasing his mouth from mine.
"Stop" he says against my lips, grabbing my hands and holding them beside my head.
"No, just-"he kisses me again but softer than before, flicking his tongue against my mouth until I accepted that as well. Upon realizing I was getting nowhere I kiss him back with just as much eagerness as he did me.
And after a minute or two he lets the kiss end.
The moment he lets up his grip even a little I push him off me and roll on top of him.
"You are such a fuck" I sigh sitting directly below his chest. I force his arms beneath my knees so he can't move.
The smile on his face lets me know he's enjoying this and isn't ready to end my life.
"I fuckin' kissed ya, how'am I a fuck?"
"You know why, you didn't finish what you started". My brain is literally a fog of hormones and sex.
"You wanna fuck?" he asks straight out, smiling wider.
"Depends" I reply with a shrug.
"On?"
"How good I feel after".
Clenching his jaw he grumbles the way he does and asks, "After what? I want a straight answer."
Smirking I stand up and grip both edges of my panties with my thumbs before shimmying them off and tossing them on the floor somewhere. His darkened eyes travel up and down my body and I have completely lost sight of any thought opposing this…him.
He licks his lips and nods to the space beside him, "Lay down".
A/n: Long I know. But I figured I owed you all more than just a chapter after more than a year (or something like that) of not updating. I hope you liked it. I'd also like to thank lauraxxx, she really is the reason for my impromptu updating, and she's a wonderful fan to have and also an amazing writer! *hint hint*.
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