*Contains Sexual Content*
It's burning up, sweats pouring down every inch of my body and I try to focus on remaining as quiet as possible. But it's damn hard with a man literally sucking every ounce of energy from my body. I'm near tears, I can barely breathe and my heart is racing a million beats a second.
My bed is soaked smelling of sex and sweat and I can't control myself as I grip my mattress
He won't stop, I'm nothing but a bundle of nerves now, quivering from every touch. He doesn't stop until my face is stuffed in a pillow wailing like a wanton whore beyond any control I may have possessed in my life.
Luckily, Jase is a very heavy sleeper.
"Bih-Billy, oh my god".
He is a master of the art, and I mean, seriously, this man's tongue should be insured. It's scary how almost hours ago I was planning on telling him how much I liked being around him and didn't want sex to be an issue. I'm so glad we didn't get to that point because god damn this boy is fucking incredible.
One of my hands move to the back of his head and I immediately snatch it away to lay a few blows against the mattress when his tongue penetrates me repeatedly until I feel that flutter in the pit of my stomach dancing around, making my breath hitch when I feel it.
"Guh! Fuck!" I cry out arching my back when he goes back to sucking my clit and replacing his tongue with his fingers. With as much force as he has he curves his fingers up over and over until I explode both mentally and physically.
My whole body is quivering and I barely have time to recuperate when I feel him hovering directly above me, panting a little and fumbling around with a condom.
After a moment he lifts my legs around his brawny arms and yanks my limp body closer so the backs of my thighs are rested on the tops of his. I choke on a gasp when he, without warning slides inside of me. He does it roughly and I have to literally bite my lip to keep from screaming. Pressing my fingertips against his stomach I whimper loudly, wincing from the pain.
"Slow, fuck I ca-can't" I gasp when he finally stops moving.
He grasps my hand and pushes it away, smirking like the devil himself he looks me in the eye and I can tell it feels much better for him than it does me.
My torso twists to the side and I grab a pillow, bringing the material to my mouth, biting it harshly as he grazes the spot he'd just been stimulating aggressively a second ago.
With my eyes squeezed shut I try to take deep breaths as he starts moving slowly, but harshly, his rough hands rubbing up my hips until he reaches my waist, pinning me to the mattress and using this advantage to go at whatever pace he wanted. Though he was definitely the dominant type and definitely sought after his pleasure, one thing I can say is he never once…so far…let it fog up my need for the same thing.
Contrary to any previous belief of mine, Billy is generous. Especially with that mouth…
Though he'll never really admit it and I doubt we'll have deep conversations about what he likes about sex, I can tell he gets off on giving almost as much as he does receiving.
"Fuck" he grunts wrapping his arms completely around my waist as his pelvis digs deeper into mine. His lips latch onto my neck as he smothers my body with his much bulkier form.
"Slow down Billy, I'm gonn-a-" my sentence is chopped in half by a rather forceful jolt of his hips. My nails clamp onto his back and my head curls back into my pillow. That instant surge of overwhelming pleasure overtakes me and I can't think straight. My mouth falls open and I can't stop the series of moans and sighs of release that leave it. Before we can wake my brother, Billy clamps his hand over my mouth and gives a few last fleeting thrusts before the tension became too much for him. And in that same moment his phone, which he placed on my nightstand earlier begins to ring.
We both glance at it then at each other. I half expect him to just stand up and get dressed. But he places a wet kiss to my lips and starts to ram his hips harder and faster, forcing an orgasm out of himself so quickly it made my head spin.
And just as quickly as it happened it was over.
He let his body rest atop mine for 45 seconds tops. And in no time at all I was old news. The moment his brain was no longer a pile of mush behind his eyes he was laying on his back, phone glued to his ear as he took short labored breaths wiping his hand over his face to remove all the sweat.
Still panting like I'd just run a mile I wipe sweat from my forehead and look over at him with a blank expression. Realization washes over me instantly, I just had sex with Billy Darley…I repeat this like a mantra over and over until all the fused together letters made no sense at all.
"What?" he grouses, speaking to whoever was on the other line. He reaches across the bed and grasps my arm, yanking me across the space between us so our sweaty bodies are molded together.
"Don't worry about where the fuck I am. What'ya want?"
I sit up so my chin is pressed against his peck as I watch his face while he talks. He eyes me for a moment and his furrowed brow loosens as hand moves down to my bare ass, half grinning while he squeezes.
"I told Joe t'fuckin' do it!" he says very lowly, his voice only needing to lose a half an octave to sound menacing and threatening.
"So why the fuck'a you there fo-," he cuts himself off breathing harshly from his nose.
"Stay there," he says through clenched teeth before hanging up on the person.
"Gotta go" he grumbles still fondling my body, remaining completely still.
I nod and sit up holding my weight on my left elbow, "I heard."
He stares up at me, his blue eyes burning through me. I watch them trail down my naked form and before he moves his hand up my side and toward my breast. He rubs the backs of his fingers up and down my erect nipple. Trying to ignore the lustful ache he causes I ask.
"Is it really bad?" knowing he wouldn't actually answer me.
And true to his form he continues what he's doing as if I haven't said anything.
"C'mere" he says pinching my nipple and tugging a bit in his direction to draw me in closer. I push his hand away, unable to take anymore without wanting him again.
With a sigh I sit up on my knees and scoot closer, resting my hands in my lap.
Crooking his index finger he subtly informs me that I'm not close enough. I sigh again but this time a smile follows it. I brace myself on his chest and stretch my right leg across his waist so I could sit in his lap. Again I put my hands in front of me, folded on his stomach.
"I aint gonna tell you again kid." He exhales harshly.
Licking my lips slowly I grin at him, exactly like a child who knows they're pushing buttons. But his stoic, blank expression can only fuel my mischievousness for so long. With a pout I lean closer so our faces are close enough to kiss. He doesn't make the first move and it's because he knows I will, and I do.
I kiss him lightly three times and only get a kiss back two times. By the third I feel those oversexed feelings stir up and know I have to stop. I snatch my face away from his grip and lick them again.
"You should go, yea?" I ask.
He raises a brow, "Kickin' me out?"
I shake my head no, "I'd always want you to stay." I reply. I expect to see at least a bit of satisfaction in his face but am met with utter distaste.
I'm more than fucking confused and don't bother hiding the fact that I am.
"What's that look for?" I ask immediately.
He looks away from me and shakes his head.
"Nothin'"
With that he taps my hip, signaling me to get off him. The moment I do he gets off the bed and picks up his clothes strewn around the room, getting dressed as he found them. I sit there in shock, still naked as the day I was born like a complete jackass.
And 10 minutes later I'm left with a cold kiss on my forehead and a half assed goodbye.
For the next week I obsessed over that night. I lay in bed getting barely enough sleep thinking about it, at work I couldn't hear the door chime without looking up in hopes of seeing him storm in. I only went to Four Roses once one night after work, he should have been there, there was nowhere else he should have been on a Friday night. I mean I know he "works" often but his schedule is usually pretty much the same. It wasn't until I tried calling him on Sunday, one of my mother's overnights, that I realized I'd been snubbed by the best.
I'd fallen for the bullshit like every other sucker for Billy and possibly the worst part about it is all I can think is,
"I told you so."
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and such so far folks! Very much appreciated. I hope you liked the chapter! Let me know what you thought.
And in rare form I have the next chapter done so the next update wont be far away at all.