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With a sound that can only be described as animalistic, I drive into her, not stopping until I’m fully seated inside her, our moans mixing in the night air.
“Fucking hell. How…” she whimpers, her gaze trained between us.
“Fucking perfect…” I say before sucking, biting, and licking up her neck, my cock buried to the hilt inside her. “Now, I just need to feel you come for me, sweetheart.”
I pull out, her teeth nipping at my bottom lip as my hands grip her ass tight before suddenly driving right back in. Her cries of pleasure send my body rolling to meet her every move, my mind going blissfully blank as my cock plunges deeper into her.
We claw at each other, hands gripping at sweaty skin and lips groaning into the other’s and I don’t even know when it happens, but at some point Billie has started using the wall for leverage, creating her own friction and I just stand there and take it because it’s the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. Her head falls back, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her hips fuck me hard as I push her farther into the wall.
A part of me wishes this moment was different, that we were back at our place, surrounded by our things and she’d be blissfully naked on my bed as I take her every which way I deem necessary, but right now, we’re taking something from each other and the animalistic tension between us is fucking amazing, and so as her eyes close in pleasure, her orgasm on the cusp of the cliff, I take that opportunity to fuck the living hell out of her.
She’s my release, the balm that soothes the chaos that is my life right now. She’s the endgame I didn’t know I needed.
“You want to come for my cock, sweetheart?” I grunt into her lips, making her whimper. “Let me feel that pretty pussy come for me. Be a good girl and fucking come for me.”
I thrust deep, her clit grinding against my thick shaft, and suddenly everything shifts, her body locking as she explodes around me. Her cries are muffled by my lips as the orgasm slams into her. She begins to pull away but I shake my head as I begin to fuck her through every shock wave that hits in the aftermath and just as I planned, she comes again.
“Lucas, what the fuck.”
She shivers, her legs tightening as I continue to plunge into her until I feel that familiar tingle at the base of my spine, and at the last second I pull out, my hand wrapping around my cock as I groan into her neck, my orgasm roaring out of me as my cum lands on the concrete beneath our feet. My lips find hers, the kiss deeper than before as we both come back down to earth.
With a final kiss, I slowly lower Billie to her feet, pulling her dress down as her feet hit the ground, making sure she’s covered. As the silence surrounds us I realize what just happened and the reality of the situation crashes down on my shoulders.
“Fuck, what did I do?” I whisper as I lean my head against the wall and pray I didn’t ruin this, pray I didn’t take this too far, too fast.
“You just fucked me into next week,” Billie says, her fingers racing up my back as my eyes meet hers, trying to find any semblance of anger or fear. But I see none.
“I didn’t mean to…” I trail off, her shy smile peeking through the blush on her cheeks as she cups the side of my face and leans up to kiss me softly.
“Don’t think for one second that I didn’t love that. Lucas, that was the best sex I’ve ever had, and you weren’t even trying,” she jokes as a small smile graces my lips.
“Are you sure? It wasn’t too much?” I ask, the uncertainty clear in my voice as I wait for her answer.
But instead of answering, she takes my hand in hers, bringing it toward her and before I can say anything, she places my fingers against her still soaking wet pussy.
“I think you did more than okay, cowboy.” She winks, her lips twisting in a beautiful smile as I laugh, breaking the tension between us.
“I just wanted to make sure you were sure. Because you can still opt out of this whole thing. Fucking you complicates things…”
She nods, her mind working a mile a minute. “That is true, but it also gives us more leverage against your parents, right? Us being intimate can only make Sunday dinner more believable.”
I know she’s right. I know that her thinking about dinner with my family is the right move but for some reason, the fact that she saw this as a way to fool my parents first and foremost hits a little too harshly, and I wonder how I’m going to get through this without falling in love with her.
Billie
It’s been two days since Lucas fucked me better and harder than any man I have ever been with, and for the life of me, I cannot get the memory of that night to leave my brain. The last forty-eight hours have been torture. We silently decided when we got home that we’d keep things the way they were before the alley. I stay in his room and he stays on the couch. Do I love this? Hell no. Every time I look at Lucas, all I want to do is jump him and recreate that feeling I had when I was in his arms and up against that brick wall. But what happened the other night wasn’t something either of us expected, and to thrust ourselves into something more when we don’t even know what this is yet, seemed foolish. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want him.
The second I saw his eyes in that alley, I knew what he needed. That power, anger, and torment were calling to me like a beacon, his emotions spilling over as I put all of my trust in him. I knew the risks of letting him do everything he wanted at that moment, but if I’m honest, the filthy, dirty part of my brain wanted it just as much as he did.
Have I had fantasies about a man taking me and me giving up all control for a split second? Hell fucking yes. And the second Lucas gripped my hips, thrusting into me like a man possessed, I knew he’d give me everything I desired.
Now, I’m sitting in his front seat and wondering if the butterflies are because of my growing feelings toward the man behind the wheel, or because I’m about to be thrust into the viper’s den. We’ve talked at length about what to expect from his family, and from what I witnessed at the restaurant, it will either be the most awkward dinner I have ever been to, or the most dramatic. Neither of which I am looking forward to.
“You’re pretty quiet over there,” Lucas says softly, his hand leaving the wheel before resting gently on my naked thigh.
I thought it was a good idea to wear a dress, something I am greatly regretting right now because all I can think about is what would happen if his fingers grazed just a little bit higher.
I shake myself out of the lust fog that seems to follow whenever I’m in a confined space with this man and tilt my head so I can look at his profile while he drives. His eyes flick to mine every once in a while and that smile crosses his face, the one that causes my stomach to dip, and I can’t help but smile back as he continues to drive toward his parents’ place.
