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“I don’t care, he’s still an ass, the way he treated poor Cherri,” she reminded me, but I could see what I’d said had resonated within her about his situation.
“And I’m not saying there weren’t more Cherris in Wiggy’s life either, I can’t defend his behavior, and I would never choose to do that.”
Talking about my bandmate gave me a knot in my chest, because I was still worried whether or not he’d make it, and I sighed to release the tension I felt. “I guess what I’m trying to say is, it doesn’t matter who we are to begin with or what we have the potential to be, it’s the people around us who end up shaping us into who we are, instead of the people we were meant to be.”
“Damn, Sawyer, that’s deep thinking,” Billie stated as she wandered over to me and slipped my leather jacket over my shoulders. Without warning she pushed me down on the couch, trapping my arms by my side. My heartbeat lurched at her sudden move.
Climbing over me, she sat astride me and ran her hands through my hair. Her sexy little dominant move caught me completely unaware. “I’m in love with all these hard contours,” she snickered, as she smoothed her flat hands over my cotton T-shirt, pressed her palms into my pecs, and smiled, seductively.
“You are?” I asked, cocking a brow. She puckered her lips, leaned forward, and kissed both cheeks. My heart swelled at her words. Billie had become my everything in such a short time.
“It drives me crazy to feel your warm body in my hands and to know I can do nothing about it. Your body is perfect, and you’re the most beautiful man, inside and out, I’ve ever known,” she whispered, as she pressed her lips briefly to mine. She pulled away from me the instant I tried to kiss her back.
“Nuh-huh, not so fast, Mr. Wild.” Billie chuckled and cocked her head playfully. “Call this payback for the way you behaved in my bed when we didn’t have time to explore. Then there were the texts, oh and let’s not forget that voicemail,” she stated, sliding slowly off the end of my knees and standing with her feet astride mine. She locked her legs tight against mine to stop me moving.
“Have at me. I promised you a list. I’ve been thinking and my creative mind has come up with some unoriginal, but fun, ideas to drive you crazy with desire,” I informed her, playfully.
“Is that so?” she goaded.
Reaching down to my waistband, her nimble fingers slowly unbuckled my belt, popped each little button on my jeans, and pulled both sides of the fly apart. I had begun to feel aroused again from the moment she’d sat astride me, and when she dropped her gaze to my bulge, I felt my cock thicken substantially. Without taking it out, she scored her fingernails gently down its length and it pulsed as a shiver of desire radiated throughout my body.
“Lift,” she demanded, tapping my hips at both sides as she stepped back, gripped both sides of the waistband, and eased them over my ass; she continued to pull them down but stopped short of removing them. I quickly realized my arms were trapped in my jacket and my legs were also restricted.
“Now then. Sawyer Michael Wild, you have teased and taunted me, fucked me hard and tossed me off quickly. You’ve also ate me out until the only thing I could scream was your name, but now …” she said in a dramatic fashion, “this moment is mine.” I swear my cock grew an inch at her dominant words.
“The way you spoke to me last week in your mom’s sitting room, with the kids in view, was downright naughty of you. Afterward, I figured that potty mouth of yours needed a realignment.” Right then I wanted to grab her and show her who the boss was in the bedroom.
My cock bounced as I became more aware of my limited movement, and when I tried to move my arms to take back control, she quickly lifted her leg and placed her stiletto-shoed foot on my chest. The sharp heel dug into my abs, stilling me immediately and made my heart race in a way it had rarely beat before. Fear intensified my arousal and my cock strained harder.
“I see I have your attention now,” she goaded again, and I looked up into her stormy blue eyes.
“Fuck, darlin’ I love this confident side of you, it’s blistering hot,” I said, my voice gruff and desperate with need.
“Oh, I know. I can see how much you love it,” she stated cockily, removing her foot from my chest and dropping onto her knees. Her stiff nipples protruded through her thin top as her hands landed on my bare thighs to steady herself. She immediately smoothed her palms over the soft hair.
A small shiver coursed through me and she looked up at my face and smiled like she had a secret. Leaning forward, she shoved my T-shirt up and bunched the material above my chest.
“You are the hottest man I’ve ever seen,” she told me in a quiet gruff tone, while peppering small wet kisses over my torso and chest. I drew in a sharp breath and held it when she took my left nipple into her mouth and sucked hard.
An electric charge ripped through me until she stopped, and I let out the breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. My lips tingled from the lack of oxygen with the breath that she stole. “Oh, man,” I breathed.
My back arched in shock, lifting my ass off the cushion, and she immediately slapped her palms on my torso, slid them onto my hips, and forced me back into place. “Down, boy,” she muttered seductively, her eyes filled with lust and wild with desire. “Just lie back and let me take care of you.”
“I love when you look at me like that,” I confessed, feeling more connection with her than I’d ever known before.
I tried to move again but she placed her hand on my hard junk through my boxers and began to stroke it through them. An involuntary growl of frustration escaped my throat and this time I arched my back for greater contact. I needed her hand on my cock, skin to skin.
Slowly Billie sat back on her heels, that same small wicked smile on her face, and I’d never felt so tempted to devour anyone in my life.
“Touch me,” I ordered, sounding more frustrated than I’d ever heard myself.
Her smile became a full-on wicked grin, her eyes shining with pleasure from my response and she slipped her thumb under my waistband and skimmed it over the slit. When I felt her spreading the bead of precum over my crown, a slow hiss of relief and torture in equal measure, tore involuntarily from my throat.
“Feels good, right?” she asked, her thumb stroking me again, and my heart almost burst out of my chest with frustration when she pulled her thumb out. I never dreamed she had this naughty side in her.
“Feels incredible and frustrating at the same time,” I told her.
Immediately she stuck her thumb in her mouth, and my dick almost shot its load at how easily she drove my desperation to a whole new level. Smirking wickedly, she chuckled. “Tell me what you want,” she goaded.
