A/N: So, first off I know you all had to notice that atrocity at the end of last chapter. It was notes I typed as a comment in Microsoft and had no idea it would show up when I published. If it wasn't for Lauraxxx I'd wouldn't have even noticed, thanks again! Anyway, lesson learned I'll be combing through every chapter to follow. And the plot sequences you all read in the last chapter have changed so you all won't know what's to come. Hope this makes up for the crappy mistake, and thanks for the reviews guys I really really appreciate it!
"Thank you." I cup Billy's face in my hands and peck his lips. He grips my waist tighter as I scoot closer to his chest in the confined space of his car.
"That was so sweet of you Billy, you didn't have to do that."
He grunts and pulls away a bit, "Sweet?" the pure disgust on his face makes me smile wide.
"Yes, sweet. You should have seen his face, he didn't stop smiling all the way to school."
A smirk crosses Billy's face and I've never seen something more fucking heartwarming. Billy smiling at the reaction his actions gave a child? Are you kidding me? I'm pooling in my underwear right now.
"Yea?" he asks with a bit of a snort.
I nod, pecking his lips again, shorter than before. The smile on his face widens as we kiss and I feel special, seeing this side of him.
When we pull away he stares me in the eyes for a long time. Biting my lip I look over his entire face and lick my lips.
"Ya welcome." He mumbles, his deep voice makes me shiver.
I peck his cheek once more and sit back in my seat.
He starts up the engine of his car and pulls off from my apartment. After yet another disagreement with my mother, she decided that she and Jase would go to Connecticut for the weekend. Her sister, my aunt is like a sanctuary from this place. I wasn't too upset, but did find it to be a bit extreme that she just decided to up and leave. Not to mention I wasn't even invited. I mean I could have gone, I could have called in and told my boss I'd be out of work for 3 days but she didn't ask me to, so I didn't.
Instead, the moment I found out about the trip I texted Billy.
My mother was smart, the one thing she told me before she left was not to have anyone in the apartment. Also that she'd be giving our trusted neighbor, Mrs. Rose, a key to look in on the apartment every morning and evening. To avoid still having to sneak around I asked Billy all soft voiced, unable to look him in the eyes, if he'd mind if I stayed over the weekend.
He seemed excited, well that muted kind of Billy excitement. He took me food shopping and everything, milking this weekend for all it's worth. Embarrassing isn't enough to describe how I felt after placing the box of large extra thin condoms in the cashier's conveyor belt amongst the other groceries. This is of course only at Billy's request. Grinning and laughing when the old woman glanced between the two of us in shock and horror, of course most of the horror aimed at Billy.
His apartment now donned two simple leather couches in the living room surrounding a large flat screen TV. The once bare apartment now a little less ominous. In the kitchen, where I hadn't stepped foot in before was still pretty empty. The only things to stock it were things we'd just bought, all plastic kitchenware and the food I'd bought to make while I was here.
It's no secret that Billy is not a homebody. He's a streetwalker and always has been according to him and Joe. His sudden decision to add a bit of décor to the place made me wonder. Even his bedroom had changed, well a little. There was another TV, an actual nightstand, on his side, and the bed pushed to the middle of the room as opposed to the corner. There were even blinds over the windows.
But I didn't say a word about it. I only gave Billy a smile when he asked what was wrong with me. Why I was smiling nonstop in the first place. I simply shake my head as I continued unpacking the groceries and arranging them in his kitchen the way I wanted.
After I started dinner which he asked to be, 'The shit I made last time, wit'the banana stuff', I joined him on the couch. He was comfortable with a beer in hand as he scrolled through the channels with his remote. Seeing me seated with some space between us, Billy glances at me then back at the TV. He wraps his right arm over my shoulder and pulls me closer so our thighs are touching.
Resting my head on his chest I watch him try to find something to watch.
"I got somewhere to be t'night" he mumbles, before taking a swig from his beer.
I look over at him and raise a brow, "Where? Can I come?"
"No," he spits with a grave undertone, "You won't even know I'm gone."
I don't push it, even though the idea of him being out doing god knows what in the middle of the night is beginning to get to me.
"Would you let me know when you're leaving then?" I ask.
He glances down at me, his eyes hard and blank as he scrutinizes every inch of my face.
"Why?" he asks, his eyes boring into mine.
I feel self-conscious and nervous, shrugging I look down at my lap and try to not appear so nervous. I feel his eyes on me while I avoid his gaze. After a minute he puts his finger to my chin and guides my face so we can look at each other.
"Why?" he asks again, his gaze softening and his tone not as harsh.
When I try to look away again he holds my face still.
"Tell me."
Licking over my lips I bring my legs up on the couch and tuck them beneath me.
"It's not a big secret that I care about you…what if something happened to you?"
He furrows his eyebrows and replies, "I'll be right back Reese, nothin' is gonna happen."
"How can you be sure though?" I ask.
"Because I am." His tone is nothing short of certain. It eases my nerves just a little but not enough to let it go completely. Seeing this, Billy leans closer, caressing the side of my neck as his lips press against mine. I let him take my mind off my worries and in no time I'm pressed against him, ready for more.
Grasping the back of my head he starts to peck my lips slower, before whispering to me in that deep voice.
"I'll be right back okay?"
Resting my forehead against his and closing my eyes I nod, "Yea."
And for the rest of the night we stayed just like that, me wrapped in his arms as we lounged on his couch watching TV. We ate and immediately after I started to fall asleep. It wasn't that late and he said he wasn't leaving anytime soon, but for some reason I didn't want to go to sleep.
"Come on, ya fallin' asleep again." Billy mumbles when I nod off on his shoulder again. I'd found a comfortable spot across his lap with my head on his shoulder.
"Mmnnoo." I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight.
Ignoring me he shuts off the TV and locks his arms beneath my legs, lifting me up without any hesitation and carrying me to his room.
He places me on the left side of the bed and starts to let me go when I grab his arm and tell him to stay.
"I gotta clean up," he murmurs.
"I'll do it later, lay with me."
With a sigh he climbs over me, discarding his jeans and shirt before settling behind me. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me into his embrace, my back pressed against his back. I bring my fingers to his forearm and rub his tattooed skin back and forth with my fingertips.
"Go t'sleep." He grouses tugging me to grab my attention.
"Soon…will you tell me something?" I ask half sleep.
"If I tell you something you takin' ya ass to sleep."
Chuckling I nod, "Okay." Inhaling all the way in I focus on the wall in front of me before asking.
"What was your mother like?"
He doesn't answer right away and I fear I've pushed a boundary. Just when I'm about to tell him never mind he clears his throat and says.
"She was…nice…too nice. Too good for my father an' she was real smart. She was the only reason I didn't drop outta school, wanted me t'go to college an' all that shit. When she died I thought about it…but I had to stay an' take care'a Joe."
It was the last thing I ever expected to hear from Billy's mouth. I turn to face him, my eyes wide as saucers and my brows about to shoot off my forehead.
"For real?"
He nods, his gaze is far away and I know he's thinking about her. Then just as quick, as if the moment never happened his face hardens and he looks down at me.
"Sleep."
Biting my lip I lean forward and kiss him. He lets me get away with it for a moment before he pulls away and forces me to settle back into my little spoon position. He runs his fingers through my hair until I fall into a deep sleep.
When I wake up it's around 12:30 in the morning. I feel around the bed, though I know he's already gone. Then like a tidal wave his unmistakable, devastating amount of dread comes over me which came as more than a shock. I don't know what it is. I've never ever felt like this before. I've felt loss. I know what that is all too well. This is not that.
This is a grave…ache almost, and I realize as I lay there listening to the city outside his window that I just want him near. I miss him. When laying with his pillow curled beneath my nose wasn't enough I got up to clean the kitchen. Once it's spotless and as organized as I felt like making it at 1 A.M. I settle back in his bed and turn on the TV to keep my attention. I check my phone, using it to hold my attention until I got bored with it.
I was in the middle of watching late night cartoons when the front door started to make noise. Before I can stop myself I'm walking across the room to peer out the doorway like an idiot.
He walks in pissed off, his anger emitting loud. His whole demeanor reads tense and the flow of swears from his mouth makes it all the more obvious.
"Hey." I whisper, leaning my head on the wall as I watch his every move.
His head snaps over to me and his face doesn't change, he still looks annoyed and pissed.
"Why'you up?" he snaps.
"I uhm, I just woke up…I wasn't t-tired."
His attitude, unlike most days didn't make me upset but made me feel uneasy. Once he locks the door he rips off his jacket and throws it across the living room with no regard. I watch in total silence.
"What happe-"
"Don't fuckin' start, Reese. Go to bed." He just about growls refusing to look at me.
I grip his door frame tight, unmoving that is until he faces me head on. There is blood dribbling down his eyebrow and his jaw looks like someone took a small bite out of it. I gasp and rush toward him.
"Are you okay? Who did that?" I try to reach up to examine his face but he snatches away from me and takes a step back.
I step forward again and he takes another step back before putting his hands on his hips. The stance isn't unfamiliar but the glare he's giving me is. This menacing glare as if I was a complete stranger in his house, waiting, tapping his foot.
"Billy just let me hel-"
"Go t' fuckin' bed!" his voice damn near shook the entire apartment and made my ears ring. I stand there shocked and scared for about two seconds before I turn away to leave him.
I stumble away in a hurry back to his room, without thinking about it begin to get dressed. I stuff whatever belongings that are out in my bag and throw on my sneakers, shaking the entire time.
I didn't realize I was crying until he called my name from the door. I look up at him and a tear falls on my lip. I wipe it away fast with the back of my hand and clear my throat. He calls my name again, rougher this time, making me jolt. But I don't look at him this time, I continue tying up my sneakers as fast as I can with my shaky hands.
"What the fuck'a you doin'?" he asks walking toward me. I stand up in and instant, realizing now that I had to get around him.
"I'm leaving." My voice is shaking beyond my control.
He inhales and grunts out a sigh, "Would you just go back t'bed, don't fuckin' make this about you."
"I'm not, I just don't want to be around you right now."
"Why? What the fuck did I do?"
"I don't feel like talking to you Billy. I'll take the bus home."
"The hell you are." He spits walking toward me.
I sneer and walk toward him, intent on fighting my way out if it came to that.
"Move," I glare up at him and try to walk around him but he keeps blocking my way.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"I'm not in the mood for this Reese."
"Neither am I! Here I am worried fucking sick about you and you come in here screaming at me like I'm a fucking stranger!"
"I don't need ya t'worry about me! I don't need ya t'fuckin clean me up. Just mind ya damn business, stop askin' me where I'm goin', what I'm doin' it's none of ya god fuckin' business. I'm not gonna tell you again, lay down."
My jaw drops and I stare at him like he'd just grown another head in front of my eyes.
"Fine, I'll stay away from you. But if you think I'm getting back in your fucking bed then you've lost your mind." I couldn't help the sob that left my mouth at the end of my sentence. I take the phone from my pocket as well as the cash he just gave me to have earlier and throw it on his bed.
He glances to the bed and back to me, "What do you want me t'say huh?" His tone still hostile.
"Nothing, you've said enough already."
I move to the left and am surprised when he lets me pass him. That is until a certain point. He grabs my arm, muttering for me to wait. I snatch away from him as if he'd burned me with that hand. He looks at me, his eyes wide and alert.
"I aint gonna hurt ya," he says taking a step toward me. But I ignore him and step away.
I think he gathered how terrified I was in the moment based on the fact that I would not look him in the eye. I stared at the floor waiting for him to get out of my way.
"I aint gonna hurt you." he says again.
The tears are running rampant down my face and I just want to smack myself for it. Noticing my tears Billy exhales and reaches out just as slow to hold my hand. He brings his free hand to my cheek and makes me look at him.
"I didn't mean t'scare ya."
I bite my trembling bottom lip and swallow a sob. He pulls me closer until my face is buried in his chest. I fight the urge to wrap my arms around him, breaking when he bought his free hand to the back of my head, burying his fingers in my hair.
The simple gesture as I said breaks my will and I slowly wrap my arms around his. The tears are dry now and I give up.
"Fuck…I'm…" he was having a hard time getting the next few words out, but I had an idea where he was going.
"I didn't mean t'yell at ya."
He holds me for about another minute before pulling away, moving both his hands to cup my face. He examines my face while I do the same to his.
"You don't have to tell me what happened. But I can't help how I feel. If you don't want me to worry then we better end this now because that's not who I am."
When he doesn't say anything I pull away from him a bit.
He grabs me back, "Stop." He implores grasping my forearms, holding me in front of him.
I take my arms from him and cross them over my chest. He hangs his head a bit, almost like a child in shame as he watches me decide whether or not I'd stay. I already knew I was, it was just sweet watching him squirm. I look back up at him, his eyes burning into mine when we meet.
Sighing I drop my arms and point to his face.
"Will you let me clean you up then?"
He rolls his eyes and nods.
"If you want me to go then that's fine Billy, don't just say it not to hurt my feel-"
"Jesus fuckin' Christ, shut up. I said yes Reese."
I poke his chest and glare at him, "Don't tell me to shut up."
He grunts and walks out of the room, mumbling curses under his breath.
I follow him into the bathroom where he fumbles through his medicine cabinet. He grabs the bottle of alcohol in it and hands it to me over his shoulder. I grab a few pieces of tissue, having to squeeze past him in the small bathroom.
"Sit." I say pointing to the toilet seat.
He lifts his shirt over his head, making my eyes instantly glue to his naked torso. All those tattoos littered along his back and chest always entrance me. Having to force my gaze away I focus on soaking the tissue in alcohol as I turn to face him.
I tilt his head up when we're facing each other and press the tissue to his chin first. He makes a low grumbling sound but doesn't jump at all. After cleaning the entire cut I get more tissue and start to dab at his eyebrow.
"So the person who did this…do they look worse than you?" I ask.
He doesn't say anything but raises his hands, I glance down to see them a bit shaky, his knuckles covered in blood. I hold him my want to gasp and focus back on his face.
"I won't ask anymore, you're okay that's what matters." I sigh.
When he's all clean I throw the bloodied tissues away and put the alcohol back.
Before I could walk away he pulls me back and places me on his lap.
He immediately places several kisses on my neck.
"Thank you." He murmurs.
I grin and place my hand on the back of his head.
"Don't mention it."
After cleaning his knuckles and the little spots of blood on his neck he grabs me in his arms and carries me back to his bed. He places me down in the middle of it and places several kisses to my neck and lips.
"You were really gonna leave?" he asks after a kiss, looking down at me intently.
When I nod he kisses me again before shaking his head no.
"Don't do that again." He grabs my arms and places them above my head.
A big smile breaks on my face and I can't help but giggle as he leans down to shower my collar bone and shoulders with kisses and small bites.
"Don't make me want to go then," my response comes out in a moan.
He doesn't say anything but spreads my legs and gets comfortable between them. His eyes bore into mine and I can't move, stuck staring up at him and having no qualms about it.
"I guess I owe you a damn good apology huh?" he asks with this perplexing smile on his face.
My eyebrows wrinkle as we stare at each other, "But you already said sorry."
His mysterious smile grows and his eyes flicker down my body, clad in a camisole top and yoga pants. He sits up on his knees, his ridged body in full view for my eyes to feast on. I can't help but to touch, starting at the happy trail of hair just below his belly button, crawling my fingers up until I can feel his abs. He places his hands on my knees as I drag my fingers down his hard muscles.
Lifting my legs he wraps his arms around my thighs, keeping eye contact the entire time. Then with little effort he yanks me forward, our middles crashing, making me whimper a little. He chuckles at my reaction and lifts my legs so they're hanging over his shoulders.
"I was thinkin' about you t'night," he says placing a kiss to my lower calf as his hands travel down the inside of my thighs. I close my eyes, licking my lips and lifting my hips a bit as he moved closer to my middle.
"Yea?" I ask breathlessly.
"Unh huh, I was thinkin' about you in my bed waitin' fa'me to get back t'take care a'ya."
"Take care of me how?" He grips my flesh just at the very inner part of my thighs before moving back out.
"You rather me tell ya' or fuckin' show you baby?" he asks gruffly.
I could have exploded in my pants right then and there. Just him muttering those two gorgeous syllables and I was willing to let him do anything to me.
He does it again, sliding his hands up and down my thighs, squeezing at the innermost part of it before moving back out.
"Fuck Billy," I whine lifting my hips again and moving my hand to my middle to relieve the ache he caused.
"Huh?" he asks roughly pushing my hand away and brushing his knuckles against me there. I exhale a loud moan and bite my lip hard to hold it in.
"Show me, show me," I rush out tugging on the edge of his jeans.
He leans back and steps off the bed, letting my legs fall over the edge of the bed. I groan and gaze at him with wide eyes. In the same spot I was told to get on my knees Billy does the same. Dragging my body further down until my legs were spread and hanging to the floor.
Lifting up I push at the rim of my pants until they're just past my butt.
Locking the edge of them with his fingers he pulls my pants all the way off. Throwing the heap over his shoulder. Growling like a hungry animal he sets his sights on my sex, making my insides tighten and my heart lurch a bit from the carnal look in his eyes.
I brace myself for the confounding moment that he'd put his mouth on me. I inhale deeply and hold my breath, gripping his sheets even though he hasn't done anything yet.
"Relax." He grouses using his thumb to glide against my flesh, slipping it between my lips to rub against my clit in circles.
I sigh a long high-pitched moan as my back arches rises off the bed.
His circles start out slow paced and gentle, forcing a multitude of small whimpers and moans from my throat. He stayed there, never venturing farther to ease my growing ache.
"Fuck Billy, apologize already." I groan nudging his back with my foot.
"Patient," he grouses.
Whining in frustration I let him have his way, rubbing me until I was soaking and begging. It isn't until I'm laid back with my eyes closed, and breathing normally that he removes his thumb and replaces it with the stiff tip of his tongue. Flicking me a few times, surprising me, then laying his tongue flat on me, lapping at my sex over and over.
My eyes go wide as I watch his mouth latching onto me and sucking like his life depended on it. It was overwhelming pretty fast, it only took a few minutes before I was shaking and trying to push him away.
I was shaking fiercely, crawling up his bed to get away only to have him follow. Holding me against his face as I alternate from riding it and getting away from it.
"Please, please, please, just…fuck, no m-mor-ah!" he slides his middle finger deep inside me and growls when I moan in approval. Again, another moment where it felt too good to stop and too much to handle. With more force than I expected he start to fuck me with his finger, sliding in another and wiggling them both deep against my spot, continuously tonguing my clit. Alternating between sucking and stroking until I completely fall apart.
I have no control of my muscles as that familiar white blinding light forces my body to shake and contort all over the mattress. And there he is, like a leach, taking everything I released at the peak of it all.
Even when I'm lying there spent, my limbs like jelly, he continues to lick. I have to literally detach myself from him to get him to stop. Gasping for breath I roll away from him until I'm on my stomach, dazed in this beautiful euphoria he's caused.
"God dammit, I for…give you…" I exhale breathlessly, blinking very slowly.
"You should let me piss ya off more often." He chuckles standing beside the bed.
"I don't know if I could handle being upset so often." I whimper lifting my head to up look at him.
Grinning he licks his lips in the sexiest, most nonchalant of ways as he starts to undo his pants. His eyes never faltering from my worn out gaze.
"You gonna get used to it baby, I'll take care'a ya." He says emptying his jean pockets, the cockiest look on his face.
I curl my legs up against my chest and watch his every move in silence.
"What you starin at?" he asks nodding his head at me.
"You. You're awfully sexy ya know."
His smirk only confirms my statement, glancing away from me and shaking his head only made me wetter. Billy being bashful, never thought I'd see the day. Ever.
He's got that look on his face when someone gives you a compliment and you have no idea what to do with it. As if no one had ever called Billy Darley sexy before to his face. If that's the case then I have to say I'm perplexed as to why.
I laugh watching the look on his face. He places his wallet, and the stray cash from his pocket on the nightstand. His eyes flash to mine before reaching behind him, the back of his jeans, trying to conceal what I could only make out as a gun.
My eyes go wide immediately, I can't help but watch, staring at the hunk of metal until he'd hidden it away in the top drawer of his dresser. Still gazing at the drawer even as Billy moved away from it.
"Ay…" he calls out to me, "Look at me." He says sternly, forcing my gaze.
I raise both eyebrows, "Hmm."
"Don't ever touch that…" he says pointing to the drawer.
I don't say anything, but bite my lip and watch the strained look on his face.
"Reese."
I nod, "I won't touch it."
He unzips his jeans and drops them on the floor along with his boxers. For whatever reason I can't fight the smile on my face, glancing over his entirely naked physique. He moves over to his night stand and opens then dipping one knee into the mattress he starts to crawl over to me.
"Ya know what'll happen if ya' touch it?" he asks grabbing my legs, turning me on my back without any fight.
"What?" I ask bending my right leg.
He leans closer to me and having caged me in with his massive body, that lascivious look in his eyes. Kissing my neck and collarbone he drags his teeth across my skin before saying.
"You'd be in trouble." He says grasping my left leg, pulling it up until it's around his waist.
I cackle from the sensation he causes, shooting down from my neck to my right leg.
"What kind of trouble?" I ask, laughing again when he kisses the same spot, laughing when my leg shakes and I whimper his name. He growls deeply, lifting both my legs with his arms, keeping them locked with his forearms.
I feel his hard on poking me, ready…
Catching my gaze, he says, "Put it in."
I gasp and put my hand on his cheek.
"Go slow for now."
He watches me intently before nodding.
"Ok."
"Promise?"
"I fuckin' promise."
And there, pinned beneath him, staring into those pretty sea blue eyes I understand exactly what had been confusing me earlier today. I couldn't look away from him, wanted him close.
My eyes go wide when he slowly pushes inside, not stopping until he was all the way in which, because of the position is much deeper than I've ever felt. Biting my lip hard I can't help the whimpers being torn from my throat.
"Ya okay?" he asks fighting a smile.
I wiggle around beneath him a bit, clenching one of my eyes shut as I try to get used to the feeling.
"Fuck you, don't laugh a-at me."
Kissing my forehead he does exactly that and replies, "I ain't laughin' at ya, just admirin' how good you look like this."
"Like what? Your dick in my stomach? Carajo Billy-fuck!" I exclaim pressing my hand on his thighs.
He starts to move his hips up and down, "Just like that baby," he retorts, his voice and face contorted with pleasure.
I feel like he's taking the breath right out of me. Every movement he makes is like a jab to my stomach. Taking with it a moan that I can't very well control or stop any more.
"You take my dick so good…" he grouses sitting up fully on his knees. Holding my legs back still as he continues moving in and out slowly, letting me feel every inch of him in every direction.
Clenching my jaw tightly I reach for the pillow above my head, anything to grab onto as he took every ounce of my self-control.
"Mmnh-hhunh…nnhhuh Billy," my eyes flutter shut and I move my body up to meet his, trying to make it easier on myself.
"Stay still," he grunts, holding me down firmly on the bed, "Just take it."
He moves faster, harder, launching his hips into mine so he's sheathed all the way in, in one quick motion.
My jaw drops all the way and I exhale a loud moan, my head facing the ceiling.
He does it again, harder and I try to get away.
"No, no, it's too muh-ah! Oh shit!" I scream when he hits my spot.
Delaying his next movement Billy waits until I come down a bit and can look him in the eyes.
"No more?" he asks biting another smile, letting my legs fall a bit.
Licking my lips and shaking my head no I lift my legs back and put my hand between my legs, rubbing my clit in circles with the pads of all my fingers. I'm not sure if it was the endorphins or hormones from how good it all felt but I knew I wanted it to never end.
But much to my disappointment he starts to pull out.
"I think ya had enough."
"No, no, no I want it, don't stop," I beg like a fucking addict.
He ignores me, shaking his head no.
"You look like ya'bout ready t'come…"
"Fuck, fine…come here a second." I say wagging my finger.
With a smirk he leans closer but makes it so he doesn't go deeper. Keeping his waist away and his head close to mine.
Pecking his cheek I whisper to him, in Spanish, knowing he'd be unable to resist exactly what he wanted to hear. Though he didn't know what I said the only word he needed to understand was enough to make him move. And as ridiculous as I felt in calling him papi, it did end up paying off.
He grasps my chin and forces me to look him in the eye.
"You little shit." He grunts, placing a sloppy kiss on my lips before plunging his dick all the way in again.
A smile grows on my face and I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Resuming his same pace and force as earlier he holds my legs even tighter than before and slams his dick inside over and over until I was again on the verge of coming. Roughly driving into me, making the sound of our skin slapping almost as loud as my screams.
When I was seeing starts and had the grade of a fucking rag doll he pulled out. My nails were deep in his back and I started to go stiff. He knew what this meant and took complete advantage of the knowledge.
Just before I could let myself go he yanked himself out, panting tells me to turn around.
I couldn't move just yet and laid there in shock, caught between crying and punching the shit out of him.
After a moment I turn on my stomach lazily.
"Ass up." He spits when I do. Taking my time I lift my lower body until my back is arched downward.
Without any hesitation or warning he grasps my hips and forces his length inside all the way.
"Fuuuuuck," I whine against the mattress, wiggling my ass against his pelvis, "Please Billy."
He holds my hips and slowly begins to pull out. When he's all the way out he yanks me back into his hips. Repeating this process and grunting each time he did, until I was gripping the sheets off the mattress and grinding my teeth close to a fine powder.
"Ready to come baby?" he asks still slamming me against him.
I nod, gasping for breath still.
"Speak. Up," his words accentuated by his thrusts.
My head drops back and I wail up at the ceiling, "YE-E-ES!"
"Ga'head, fuckin' come." He grouses through his teeth, moaning along with me.
A few seconds later I go completely still, gripping the sheets and writhing my hips in every which direction with Billy still deep inside. Gripping my hips in both his hands he yanks me against him once more, forcing an even louder moan from me as he pushes into the movement harshly.
"Mmnghuuhaah!" I scream as I completely lose myself. My eye practically pop out of my skull and I gasp deeply.
I collapse on the bed in a fit of twitches and involuntary jerks. Billy doesn't stop, following me flat on the mattress, his chest pressed against mine as he grips the headboard, fucking me hard and fast until he comes just as hard, pulling out before he does.
I remain on my stomach, in perpetual bliss from being fucked so well while he strokes himself through his orgasm, grunting and moaning as I feel him spilling all over my ass and lower back.
Biting my lip I look back at him and smile when he huffs and collapses on the bed beside me.
"You ain't never leavin' here aright?" he asks out of breath, smiling at me brightly. I giggle and raise a brow.
"I have to leave sometime."
He shakes his head no, "No ya don't. Not as long as I take care'a ya," he leans over and presses his lips to my shoulder and cheek, then my lips.
"You don't even gotta leave the fuckin' bed," he says then kisses me again before sitting up and climbing over me, strutting out of his room butt naked.
When he returns he has a half wet towel in his hand.
"I'd get fat if I stayed in your bed all the time," I say playing along with him.
He walks over to me and cleans me off with the wet part of the towel before drying me as well. I of course lay there stunned and slightly embarrassed.
"Few extra pounds ain't gonna bother me none."
With the sexiest wink known to mankind he throws the towel across the room and climbs back in bed. I turn on my back and wiggle closer to him so my head is on his chest.
"You surprise me almost every day."
"S'that good'a bad?"
"Good," mostly.
Tracing the shapes of the tattoos scattered around his chest I sigh and close my eyes.
"Tell me somethin'," he says, the same thing I said to him before I left.
His fingers fondle my sweated out hair and scalp as I ask.
"Like what?"
"I wanna know the truth," his tone is still even and calm, he isn't angry, but with a request like that you'd think he would be.
My finger stops and I lean against his chest to look at him.
"What about?"
"Ya drinkin' problem, an' whateva else you ain't plannin' on tellin' me."
My eyes go wide and I blink, "H-how did you know?"
He gives me that look like I'm stupid for asking.
"Look who ya talkin' to."
True. I wonder how long I haven't been as secretive as I thought I was.
"How long have you known?"
"That first night ya came t'the bar. An' ya always referencin' to some shit ya used to do without noticin'."
Clearing my throat I look away from him and sigh. I have need to remember just how perceptive Billy is.
"Figures, so what do you want to know?"
"Everything"
I lay back on his chest and inhale deeply, preparing to tell the story of a stupid little girl.