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I always bring sunglasses when I come to work at the pool. Sure, it keeps the sun out of your eyes, but I’m a nosy person and I like to stare. Greased-up girls trying to tan, the moms reading their sultry romance novels, and boys cannonballing into the water. Everyone’s trying so hard to look interesting for everyone else, and it makes me laugh. There’s so much performance in everyday existence. I mindlessly chew on my whistle.
A small group of girls from school walk in front of my raised chair and giggle. I smile around the whistle wolfishly. “What do you ladies need?” They chatter and push one girl out to speak for them. She’s pretty, I suppose. Nice tan, permed brown hair, skimpy bikini.
She twirls her hair and bites her lip. I lean forward in my seat so she can see my face better and drop the whistle from my mouth.
“Well… we were wondering if you and Billy could come to a party later, it’s at my place. We’ll have drinks and all that.” She bats her eyelashes, darkened and clumpy with mascara.
Of course, Billy. I feel my expression sour lightly before I quickly switch back to my cheeky grin. We’re friends, but I hate all the attention he gets from girls. I’m popular with the girls myself, so it must be jealousy. He barely tries to be likeable and has girls crawling all over him.
“Really? What time?” I lower my glasses and one of the girls elbows another and they all giggle.
“Oh, right, it starts at 10,” she sways back and forth, still playing with her hair.
“We’ll see you then.” I wink before pulling my sunglasses back up and leaning into my seat again.
The girls all chatter and laugh excitedly. I feel weird. My chest feels empty and I almost feel disgusted with myself. I furrow my brows and lean even further back into my seat. I’m being a normal teenager, flirting a little bit, whatever.
— — —
Neither of us has to close tonight, so we get off at seven. I head to the showers and set a towel out for myself with clean clothes. Washing the sunscreen and sweat off my skin is always deeply satisfying. I close my eyes under the stream of the water and rub my face with my hands.
I feel the snap of a towel on my asscheek and I exclaim. I squint one eye open and turn around. I see Billy grinning. I laugh and rub the irritated skin.
“Hey man, watch the goods, we’ve got things to do tonight,” I say and flick some water in his face. He wrinkles his nose and wipes off the water. He’s showered already. Water droplets slide down his biceps and his neck, and I make myself turn away to keep showering.
“If we can find anyone that’s worth a damn,” he grumbles. I roll my eyes. Here he goes on his spiel again. “The girls here are nothing special. Meet one, you’ve met them all,” he says. I mouth along with his last line, one he uses constantly.
“For someone that complains about wanting to get their dick wet allllll the fucking time, you complain about the options even more,” I shut the water off and squeeze my hair out. I shake my head to get any extra water out. He scoffs.
“Well fuck me for having standards, God,” he shoves me teasingly and I shove my shoulder right back into him. He stumbles back and laughs.
I walk over and grab my towel from the bench I set it on. I can feel Billy’s eyes on me and I try not to think about it too hard. My skin heats up as I wipe myself down and wrap the towel around my waist loosely. I hate how he stares at me constantly. It makes me feel cornered.
“I’m not saying you should have no standards, but there aren’t a whole lot of supermodels around here. Face the music, man. This town isn’t full of Michelle Pfeffiers,” I say as I pull my shirt over my head. He pushes his hair back with a hand and saunters over to his bag. He takes his towel off and I steal a glance at his backside. His butt is super pale and I snicker.
“Fuck are you laughing at?” He whips his head around as he pulls some briefs on. I shield my eyes mockingly.
“Your ass practically glowing over there,” I bring my hand down to pull on some boxers.
“You could just not look, dumbass,” he turns to face me as he shimmies into his skinny jeans. “I guess that’s too hard for you though, just can’t resist, huh?”
I growl and bite my lip theatrically. “You know it,” I wink and step into my shorts. “You do quite a bit of staring yourself, Hargrove.”
He yanks his muscle tee down over his head and starts putting his socks and shoes on. “You’re my only real competition, gotta know what I’m up against, right?”
I scoff. “Sure, tell yourself that.”
We both finally get dressed and head out. I’ve got a car technically, but it gets terrible mileage and makes a disturbing howling sound going any faster than 33 miles per hour, so the natural solution is to mooch off of Billy. We hop in and he peels out of the parking lot, rock playing full blast.
“God, you drive like a maniac,” I grit out, white-knuckling my seat. He barks out a laugh and speeds up.
“You can always drive around in your own car, but you don’t, do you?” He flashes a grin and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. “Got a light?”
“Always do,” he leans his head over to the side and I cup my hand around the lighter and light his cigarette. He’s got a little bit of a mustache right now, and it suits him well. I scowl a bit. I can’t grow a beard to save my life. I feel a twitch in my stomach. His eyes flick over and I change my expression instantaneously.
He inhales deep and breathes out, still leaned over in my space. On impulse, I snag the cigarette from his lips, always red and seemingly soft.
“Hey,” he turns his head. I smile impishly and take a drag. He glances back to the road momentarily before looking back to me. “You could’ve just asked for one.”
I shrug and hand him the cigarette. “Didn’t want much of one, no point.” He eyes the filter where I put my mouth and furrows his brows for a second before sticking it back in his mouth. Something stirs in my chest. Everything he does irritates me, but I enjoy being his friend. It doesn’t make any sense.
He screeches into my driveway on two wheels and stops. “I’m waiting on you, so don’t take forever.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever man,” I hop out of the car and run in.
“Mom, can I go out with Billy tonight? We were gonna go to a friend’s, I don’t know how late we’ll be,” I yell from the doorway.
“Yeah, whatever hon. You need to pick Dustin up from Mike’s house tomorrow at like nine, ok?” she yells back. I groan. “I don’t wanna hear it.”
“Doesn’t he have a bike?” I say.
“It’s gonna rain all day tomorrow, don’t make him run around in that nasty weather,” she replies. I sigh.
“Ok, I’ll get him,” I concede.
“Thanks, sweetie, have fun with Billy, be safe!”
I hum a noncommittal response as I walk to my room. I check myself out in my mirror. My hair is fine, I guess. I quickly undress and scrape around my closet for a good outfit. Something tight, something kinda whorish but appealing. I settle on my pants, slide on a belt, and toss on a button-up. I put my same shoes back on and put on a chain necklace, a few rings, and I’m good to go. Just as I reach the door I hear Billy beep the horn.
“Dude, what’s your rush? It’s like 8:15,” I skip out and hop back into the car. “Oh, right, you take longer than anyone I know to get ready for any event.” He pulls out of the driveway and hurtles down the road.
He rolls his eyes and tosses his cigarette butt out the window. “Not all of us can take three minutes and have girls on them like flies on shit.” True frustration flashes in his eyes for just a moment before he smiles and leans back into his seat.
I am taken aback for a moment. Is he jealous of me? No way. He’s perfect. His tan, blue eyes, dark eyelashes, pillowy lips and fat ringlets… I laugh. “Well, maybe I oughta take a few lessons from you because you are clearly the more popular of us two.”
The car swerves slightly. “Seriously? Every other word out of people’s mouths is your name. It gets kind of annoying,” he scoffs. I can hear irritation bubbling in his voice, and it hurts me.
“I could say the same about you, you know,” I respond. He looks somewhat surprised. I don’t like the tension in the air. “I guess that’s just what happens when the two best-looking guys in school are friends, huh?” I chuckle. He takes the opportunity to change the topic and laughs with me.
We pull up to his place. His demeanor shifts as he comes to a stop and puts the car in park. His dad sucks, but from the looks of it, he’s not here right now. His stepmom and stepsister are out of town for some family thing, so it’s just us right now. He relaxes when he notices Neil’s car missing from the driveway. He turns his car off and gets out. He walks to the door and turns around when I don’t get out.
“You coming? I’ll be a while,” he says. I leave the car and follow him inside. We go into his room and he takes his shirt off and begins rifling through his closet. I poke around his room and his vanity. I spot a bottle I recognize.
“I think my mom uses this stuff,” I laugh. Billy snatches the bottle and puts it on his dresser away from me.
“Everyone uses that stuff,” he grunts. “It’s cheap and it works.” I put my hands up in surrender.
“Hey man, no shame,” I watch him grab his dark red button-up. He doesn’t wear it except for when he’s trying to impress someone. I whistle.
“Who’re you showing out for tonight? That’s your ‘special shirt,’ isn’t it?” I stick my leg out and nudge him. He grins at me, slips it on, and begins to button it up.
“I’m feeling good about tonight, there’s something in the air,” he says, making burning eye contact with me. I waggle my eyebrows to diffuse some of the weird tension I feel.
“You feeling good about someone in particular?” I spin the chair in front of his vanity around so I can rest my arms on the back of it. He walks past me with the bottle of hairspray in hand and shrugs.
“Not anyone I can think of. Maybe I’ll see someone I hadn’t noticed who isn’t boring,” he sprays his hair thoroughly and scrunches his hair. He curls a few scraggly ringlets with his finger to neaten them up. He looks at me through the mirror.
“You might wanna use some of this,” I immediately start to protest but he makes a face. “I see the way your hair gets to the end of the night and it’s far from flattering. This just keeps it from deflating and getting all frizzy.” I narrow my eyes at him.
“Fine,” I take the bottle and spray twice. Billy rolls his eyes and stands up.
“That’s gonna do nothing. Let me— just, hand me the bottle, dumbass.” He snags the bottle from my hand and I grumble. “Oh, quit whining. You’ll thank me when it’s five hours later and your hair looks just like it does now.”
He sprays my hair down well and I wrinkle my nose and cough dramatically. He knees my side and I laugh. I lean forward when he’s done and inspect myself in the mirror.
“I don’t look any different.” Billy groans exasperatedly and throws his hands up.
“Did you hear any of what I just said?”
I snicker and he whacks the back of my head.
“Careful, what if I like that?” I turn around and bite my lip at him. Instead of laughing like he normally does, he leans down and gets in my face.
“You probably would,” he says quietly. I can feel his breath on my face and his eyes are staring hard into my own. I freeze for a second. My stomach drops and my ears start to burn. I try to save myself by laughing, but it’s too late.
“You should’ve seen your face!” he guffaws.
“Whatever, I just wasn’t expecting that,” I mumble. He walks in front of me to grab his cologne from his vanity and keeps laughing heartily.
“I’ll say, you looked like you saw a ghost,” he smiles toothily and leans his head to the left and then the right as he puts it on. I take the bottle from his hand and waft it under my nose.
“Not bad, I figured you would go for something overwhelming,” I hand it back to him. I know what the cologne smells like, I smell it every day. I can’t ever get a good sniff of it because he’s wearing it and it would be weird to put my nose in his neck.
He doesn’t immediately take the bottle out of my hand. “You can wear some, if you want,” he looks at me earnestly. My mouth goes dry and I blink dumbly. That feels kind of intimate for some reason.
“Sure, thanks man,” I say, and the slight anticipation in his eyes is replaced with easy contentment. I put a small amount on each wrist and rub it on my neck. The scent of Billy— of the cologne, I mean, fills my senses and makes me feel warm and confident. I feel heat pool in my stomach and try to ignore it.
He takes the bottle from me now and sets it on his vanity. He pulls a drawer open and grabs a dangly earring and puts it in his left ear, like always. He grabs something else out of the drawer I can’t immediately place. Oh. A condom.
“That confident, huh?” I stand up from the chair and stretch. He smiles and winks.
“You never know, right?”
— — —
We pull up to the party and I can already hear the music blaring. The girl from the pool (Billy says her name is Danielle, he’s a lot better with names than I am) lives pretty far from her neighbors, so noise complaints shouldn’t be an issue. She’s also got an older sister who is more than happy to supply alcohol and is supposedly not too hard on the eyes. Before we get out of the car, Billy hums.
“What?” I turn to face him. He’s staring at my shirt. I look down, and nothing seems wrong. I look back up at him.
“You’ve practically got that buttoned up to your neck,” he snickers. I look down again.
“It’s not that bad,” I roll my eyes, but he reaches over and unfastens some of the buttons anyways. He moves slowly but smoothly, and his warm hands brush my chest. He unbuttons three and moves back.
“Already trying to get me out of my clothes?” I gasp. “You rascal!” I swat his arm.
“Yeah yeah, let’s go,” he gets out of the car and I follow behind him. I feel good, grounded, confident. This is gonna be a good night.
— — —
It’s been a few hours and lots of jungle juice later and Danielle’s older sister, Sherry, has been stuck to me all night. She’s not really my type, but I must be hers. She keeps rubbing my chest and bending forward so I get a good look at her cleavage.
I haven’t seen Billy in a while, so I shove around the crowd with Sherry trailing clumsily behind me. I turn back and curl my lip, to which she responds with a sad attempt at a seductive smile. She is utterly shitfaced right now. I groan and keep weaving my way through sweaty teenagers. I break out of the crowd and spot Billy from across the room and he seems to spot me too. I wave him over, and he starts pushing through the sea of people.
Just as he makes it through the last few people, Sherry pushes me up against the wall and pushes her lips to mine. She moans high and reedy and wraps her hands around my neck and waist. I grunt and push her away, first gently, to which she responds by bearing down onto me even harder. I shove her off and wipe my mouth. She looks angry.
“Sherry, you’re super drunk and I’m not that kind of guy,” I speak loudly so she can hear me over the music. The anger melts away from her face and is replaced with a salacious grin.
“No, it’s ok, I want this, big boy,” she slinks back into my space and trails her fingers up my chest, “I want it bad.”
I roll my eyes. “Listen, maybe another time…” I trail off as I see Billy storm off towards the door leading outside. I run off that way, shoving through more people and getting booze on my shirt in the process. I hear Sherry shout something but I couldn’t care less.
I push out the door and look around. I see a few couples making out and grinding scattered, and I finally pick out Billy walking off into the woods. I speed after him.
“Billy, are you alright?” I call out. He stops and turns around before storming directly my way. I slow down. “Hey, what’s up? Is something wrong?”
“Yeah, the girl I’m interested in crawling all over you,” he shouts and points back towards the house angrily. I stare at him, confused.
“I didn’t know that, and I’m not trying to get with her or anything, I’m not even interested, she won’t leave me alone,” I respond evenly.
He turns around and punches a tree before turning back to face me. “That’s just it. You aren’t trying or anything and she wants you. They ALL want you. You don’t even fucking do anything and they all choose you.”
I freeze in place. Me? What? I shake my head and remember something. “Wait, hold on, isn’t Sherry the girl everyone was saying was gay? I thought you knew that.” His face reddens even more and his eyes start to shine.
“Those were rumors, but you went and confirmed they were false, didn’t you?” he seethes. He’s breathing heavy, his shoulders rising and falling with every breath. I reach my hand out and put it on his arm.
“Billy, it’s fine. She’s so drunk I doubt she could see. I’m wearing your cologne, maybe she thought I was you?” I don’t believe my response, and I don’t think he does either, but he calms down slightly. I move around to his side and sit down at the base of the tree he punched. “C’mon, sit down. You wanna smoke?”
He slides down quietly and nods. I pull out the crushed carton from my pocket, and I only have one left. I hum. “I’ve only got one left, if you don’t have any we’ll have to share.”
He silently pats his pockets down. ”Sharing it is,” he replies quietly. I light the cigarette and take a drag before handing it to him.
Billy gets like this sometimes. He gets frustrated about something and then sort of recoils into himself, especially when he feels like he’s failed at something. I suspect it had to do with his dad, but I haven’t brought it up. Instead, I offer silent support.
“How’s the party treating you?” I ask. He blows out smoke and passes me the cigarette.
“Some chick almost threw up on me and the music kinda sucks,” he mumbles. I laugh, and it makes the corner of his mouth twitch.
“I wasn’t going to say it unless you did, but it definitely blows. I was having fun until I lost you,” I reply. We both chuckle.
“Well I had to take a piss and the people in the bathroom were fucking, so I ended up going outside, but Kelly,” I wrack my brain for a Kelly but come up blank. He supplies, “you know, blonde ponytail, she broke her wrist earlier this year?”
“Oh, Kelly Matthews, I remember her now,” I nod.
“Anyways, she followed me outside and was trying to get my number and all that but I just needed to pee. It got so bad I just whipped it out and started going,” he says, small grin on his face.
I gasp. “You didn’t. Seriously? You didn’t just try telling her?”
“She wouldn’t let me! I kept trying to talk but she kept interrupting me so I just decided I’d rather piss on a garden gnome in front of someone than in my pants.” He turns to look at me and we both burst into laughter.
“Oh my god, you’re not worried she’s gonna tell everyone?” I ask between wheezes. His face lights up.
“That’s the best part, she didn’t even notice! She was so far in her own world that she didn’t even notice!”
At this point, we’re howling with laughter. “H-holy shit, dude, oh my god you’ve got to be pulling my leg.”
“Nope. I got done, zipped back up, and went back inside and she never noticed.” I shake my head in disbelief.
“Holy shit,” I echo myself. We sit for a brief moment in comfortable silence marked by the occasional giggle.
“I… I don’t know why I got so mad earlier,” Billy says. I turn to face him. He has a meek, contemplative look on his face. “I don’t even really like Sherry that much.”
I shrug. “It’s alright, I know how it is. There’s just a lot going on at parties like this and anger shows up at the worst time.” I know he didn’t say sorry explicitly, but it’s what he means. He takes a deep breath and sighs.
“And… thank you for… being patient, I guess? The other guys I know would flip out as soon as I start yelling,” he adds quietly. “I know I lose it over stupid stuff sometimes.”
I push my arm around his shoulders and shake him teasingly. “I know you don’t mean it, big guy. You love me deep down anyways,” I poke my finger on his chest. He smiles. We’re sitting very close now, knees brushing against each other. I feel my stomach flip and my chest fill with warmth.
“Yeah, like you aren’t obsessed with me,” he retorts. “You’re wearing my cologne, got your shirt like mine, even your hair.” I bluster.
“You mean the cologne you offered me, the shirt you unbuttoned, and the hair you forcibly drenched in hairspray?” I list off each item with my fingers.
My arm slides down to Billy’s waist and then his thigh when he sits up to face me better. Our legs are more tangled than just touching now.
“Excuses, excuses,” he mutters low and soft. I laugh breathily to distract myself from my tightening jeans and my flushing face.
“You’re the one who’s up in my face right now. What are you gonna do, kiss me?” I say snarkily. I expect him to laugh, but he just keeps staring.
“What if I did?” The words hit me like a shot. I pull my other arm into his lap slowly, and he moves closer, pushing me into the tree.
“That’d be kind of gay,” I whisper. “But maybe you make me kind of gay, Billy.”
His hand creeps up under my chin and I pull him fully into my lap so he’s straddling me. His long, dark eyelashes flutter shut, and we kiss. I hear Billy snuff the cigarette out and throw it somewhere.
His lips are soft, contrasting the scratch of his mustache. He rolls his hips instinctively across my lap and I groan into the kiss. His lips move slow and hot against mine and his fingers card through my hair.
I slide my hands up his hips and pull his body flush to mine. His scent, not just his cologne but the mix of his home’s smell, his sweat, his hair products, the mint of his breath, just, everything, intensifies. The sensation of his skin under my fingertips makes my mind flash possessive thoughts of mine and mine only. He leans into my touch and moans. He pulls down on my hair and I follow his unspoken request, letting my head fall back.
Our lips separate and I sigh out as he mouths my jawline. One of his hands slides away from my hair and down my chest, under my shirt. The shirt he unbuttoned hours ago. I remember the way his fingers felt, I remember the primal voice, my true, most honest self, crying out at that touch and keening for more. And I remember smothering that voice. I’m fucking sick of smothering that voice.
Billy bites my neck and flicks my nipple simultaneously, and I moan out sharply. He snickers as he licks and sucks over the fading pain on my neck. He moves down to the crook of my neck and sucks hard. He’s marking me, I think dimly somewhere in the back of my mind. My dick twitches.
He unbuttons my shirt further and leans for my nipple, easing his grip on my hair. I pull his chin up to catch his mouth in a kiss. His hands falter briefly, but he begins moving again as he reaches to unfasten my belt. As soon as he gets it loose, I shove my free hand down to undo my button and unzip my fly. He makes quick work of his own pants, and we pull apart from each other.
“If I remember correctly, your earring means you’re fucking me tonight,” I pant out. He fishes around in his pocket and I recognize the condom from earlier. Heh. Didn’t think I’d be on the receiving end of it.
“You knew what the earring meant and didn’t say anything?” he looks up. From his other pocket, he pulls a bottle of lube.
“What if I was wrong? I didn’t wanna fuck around and get murdered,” I reply. I palm myself through my pants and groan impatiently. “Who fucking cares, I’m horny and empty and I haven’t had a good lay in forever. Fuck me, Billy.”
He smiles smugly. “That’s what I like to hear, baby,” the word comes out of his mouth so easy, like he’s thought about it before. He moves off of my lap so I can shimmy my pants down. I figure it’s enough, but Billy hums and yanks my pants down to my ankles. I look up at him, and sweat glistens on his brow in the moonlight. He’s staring at me the way he has so many times before, like he’s trying to corner me. I realize now that look is lust.
He breaks eye contact briefly to pour lube over my hole and onto his fingers. I whimper.
“Haven’t even touched you yet, dumbass,” he mumbles low and gravelly as he flicks his eyes back up to mine. He massages my entrance and I let my head fall back, but Billy’s other hand snags my chin.
“Look at me, pretty boy,” he croons. I softly cry out as he pushes one finger in and quickly follows it with a second.
“That didn’t take much. You play with yourself? Do you finger yourself late at night, hmm?” He curls and pumps his fingers and all I can do is sigh shakily. “Answer me,” he pauses. “slut.” He says it almost lovingly.
“Sometimes, sometimes I— oh, fuck, I just want to— shit, Billy, quit fucking teasing me,” I gasp as he adds a third finger. He chuckles and I flip him off, which makes him laugh louder. “Sometimes I fück myself on my fingers.”
“Yeah?” He quirks an eyebrow and flashes a toothy, predatory grin.
“Yeah, I imagine you just fucking slam me against the wall in the showers and just take me,” I groan. He moans softly, lids dropping slightly. “You fück me hard and fast and take me because you know I’m yours.”
“Fuck, baby,” he shudders and pulls his fingers out. I hum, irritated from the absence, but I know I’ve got something better to replace them.
He pulls his dick out of his briefs and I pant as I watch him tear open the condom. He pours a generous amount of lube onto his cock before rolling the condom on. I’m practically vibrating with excitement as he strokes himself with lube and reapplies more to my hole. He hoists my hips up so I’m lined up with him.
Finally, he pushes in slowly and we groan out together.
“Fuck, fuck, holy god fuck me fuck,” I mumble incoherently. The stretch is incredible, almost too much but I already want more.
He pants loudly as he eases in further. My eyes roll back.
“Fuck, so tight, so good, so, fuck,” he chants.
He bottoms out and I let out a choked whine. He is fucking massive and he is all the way in. He starts to pull out gingerly and I groan.
“Fucking move already, asshole,” I hiss.
He takes that as an invitation to jerk the rest of the way out and slam back in, knocking the breath out of me. I moan, embarrassingly loud, and cover my mouth. Billy licks his lips and pulls my hand away.
“You like that? You like it hard?” I nod and my lip trembles as he starts to pump his hips. “Yeah, you would,” he groans.
“I see the way you look at me when we mess around, fuck,” he picks up speed and I cry out. “when I punch your arm or knock you around. You go limp,” he draws the word out. “and you look at me like a submissive little bitch.”
I nod brainlessly. He hikes my legs up higher and shifts so he can reach a new depth. He scrapes against something, something that was too far back for me to ever reach myself, and I scrabble for his arms, hands, anything for me to grab. I scratch him accidentally and his hips stutter.
“You, ah, want me to, fuck, to scratch you?” I groan out, voice shaking with every thrust. He leans forward, even more, chest almost flush with mine now, and pulls my hands to his back.
“Please,” he says in a whisper, low and hot in my ear.
With his new pace and angle, fulfilling his request isn’t difficult. I push my hands under his shirt. I claw my fingers into his back and he buries his face into my neck, moaning out. He reaches one hand to his mouth and spits in it before reaching between us and stroking me. I squeeze my thighs around him and drag my nails down his back. He groans again, loud and unashamed.
He starts to bite and suck at my neck and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Billy, I’m close, I’m gonna, hah,” I can’t finish my sentence.
“Me too,” he huffs. He stills his movement on my dick and I keen out. “Wait, don’t cum yet, just wait,” he soothes in my ear.
His hips move faster and more erratically and he comes with a hot, filthy moan in my ear. I almost come with him but I hold back, just barely. He rides out his orgasm, thrusting easy now, and pulls out. I sigh at the release and my fading orgasm. He pulls off the condom and ties it.
He slides down my body, pressing a few kisses to my chest before enveloping my cock with his mouth. I choke and cry out as he takes me all in one move. He gags slightly, mouth and throat tightening on me. The sound and sensation make my eyes roll back. He pushes his middle and ring finger into my loosened hole, pushing in and curling his finger until he feels me shiver.
He looks up, blue eyes watery and rosy lips wrapped around me, curls mussed and chaotic around his face like a halo.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I mutter like a prayer. He doesn’t reply, just keeps working his mouth and fingers. He picks up speed and finally, I come so hard I bend in half, shouting out in pleasure. Billy swallows with me still in his mouth and it’s almost too much.
He pulls away and wipes his lip with his thumb, still maintaining eye contact. We’re both panting and sweating. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him up to kiss me.
The kiss is softer now, and I can taste myself on his tongue. I cup his face tenderly as he crawls into my lap, holding my waist and chin. I still crave his touch, but I receive it casually now that I know it isn’t fleeting.
Billy pulls away briefly, “This better not be a one-time thing, you’ve got me hooked already.”
I chuckle and press another kiss to his lips. “You think fucking me and leaving’s an option? I was already glued to you, prepare for it to get much, much worse.”
He laughs from deep in his chest, a hearty, infectious laugh, and before long I start laughing too.
“You’re a real thorn in my side, aren’t you?” he chuckles. I jab his chest with my finger.
“You’re the one that did all the pricking tonight, but I’m open to switching things up, big boy,” I quirk my eyebrows. He rolls his eyes.
“Yeah, maybe, we’ll see,” he says. I see a curious glint in his eye and I feel like that ‘maybe’ will turn into a conversation that turns into sex.
“But also, can we move somewhere else because the ground is hurting my back and I think I have dirt in my asscrack,” I turn around and swipe at the soil stuck to my buttcheeks. “My place?” I ask.
“Your place,” he nods.