Chapter Three
Seth
This is it, the moment I die from brain oxygen deprivation because all my blood is in my dick.
I’m vaguely aware I’m dragging Billie through the third-floor hallway after groping her on the elevator. Now she hops behind me in high heels, flushed and amused and definitely willing.
I’m going to fuck Billie.
I’m going to make love to Billie.
I’m going to get destroyed by Billie, but at least I will know how it feels to be close to her.
My hands shake as I try to get the key card out of my wallet, because I’m pathetically turned on. Billie chuckles softly at my obvious nerves, gently places her hand over mine, and it calms me enough to pull the card out.
We’re finally inside, and I kick the door closed.
I’m burning up, my clothes feeling painfully small, constricting.
I kiss her hard, and she’s just as eager as I am, her arms banding around me, fingers clawing my back through my suit.
I pull up her skirt, grab handfuls of her ass and lift her off the floor.
Moaning, she crosses her legs around my waist, and I carry her the short distance to the bed.
The scents of skin and perfume fill my nostrils.
As I lick up her throat, the faint saltiness of her sweat on my tongue makes me feral.
Billie’s hands roam over me, and she moans as we kiss and lap and nip while I lower her down on the bed.
My head spins. So this is how it feels to get everything you’ve ever wanted.
I pull back so I can take off my jacket as she watches from the edge of the bed. She bites her lip, her thick shiny hair all mussed up, eyes at half mast, her pupils blown. She looks like she wants to swallow me whole. I know exactly how she feels.
“Go on,” she says. “I want to see you take it all off. I’ve had very vivid fantasies about what you hid under that lab coat.”
I grin. “Oh yeah?”
She nods and rolls her lips between her teeth. She looks both sheepish and very turned on.
I chuck my tie and unbuckle my belt, when she sits up and gasps, “Wait!”
My heart sinks. She’s changed her mind. Fuck.
She scoots to the very edge of the bed and grabs the waist of my pants.
“I want to undress you myself,” she says, pulling at the belt, and I exhale with relief.
Then she opens my zipper and pushes my pants down, and I quickly get rid of them, along with shoes and socks.
Next she stands up and unbuttons my shirt, caresses my arms as the garment slides off, then tugs at my t-shirt and pulls it over my head.
I stand before her in just my boxers. She ogles me with unbridled hunger, her little pink tongue darting from her mouth, lips constantly moving, being bitten on or rolled between her teeth. There’s always so much going on with Billie’s face; it’s one of my favorite things about her.
I remain still and let her take me in. She brushes her fingertips over my cheeks and my lips, then moves down to my neck, arms, and chest. She circles my nipples, moves to my abs, and finally hooks her fingers on the elastic band of my underwear. Then she stops.
Her chest heaves. She seems torn.
“Billie?”
“I’ve ... I’ve never been with anyone other than Doug,” she whispers.
“Oh, baby.” I hug her, my heart squeezing. “That’s okay. We don’t have to do this.”
“I really want to,” she mumbles into my chest, her arms tightening around me. “I just ... I don’t have the experience you must’ve had.”
I chuckle. “I’m an organic-chemistry nerd. How much experience do you think I’ve had?”
“More than one person?”
“Well, okay, yeah, more than one person. But not like hordes of girls, if that’s what you’re thinking.”
“How?” She stares up at me. “You’re so hot!”
I smile. “Thank you; I’m glad you think so. But you’re super hot yourself. And in any case, it’s all instinct. And connection.” I pull her closer. “And we’ve got plenty of connection.”
She nods into my pecs as I stroke her hair. This shouldn’t be hardening my dick, but it does.
“Should I put my clothes back on?” I ask.
“No!” Her dissent is so forceful that I chuckle. “No,” she says more softly. “I just ... might need to slow down a bit.”
“Of course,” I say, still petting her hair. “How about I help you undress and we take it from there?”
She turns around and I take off her jacket, then slowly unzip her dress, the creamy flesh of her shoulders soft and yielding beneath my fingertips. I push the bodice down her arms, and she shivers, goosebumps emerging wherever my skin touches hers.
I squat behind her and tug the dress all the way down her legs.
She’s wearing stockings over black panties, and I start to roll them down very, very slowly.
Once they’re midway down her thighs, I stop, and she moans in frustration.
The tights restrict her movement—and that’s exactly how I want her.
My face is before her ass, the ass I’ve imagined a million times, and it’s thick and juicy and everything a perfect woman’s ass should be.
I drop to my knees and grab two large handfuls, and she cries and sways as I dig in and squeeze.
“I can’t move...” she whimpers.
“I know. You’re at my mercy now. Your ass is mine.”
Another whimper.
“You know I’m playing, right? I’d never do anything you don’t want me to do.”
A mewl and a nod.
“Do you think you can bend over for me?” I keep kneading, digging into her hips, stroking her thighs.
She folds herself over the edge of the bed. I peel her panties halfway down, and I am greeted with the sight of her pussy, wet and fragrant. I bury my nose in it and inhale as deep as my lungs allow.
“What ... what are you doing?” Billie asks in a small voice.
“I’m about to eat you out and then fuck you, if you don’t mind.”
“Like that?”
“Why not?
“I ... I don’t know.”
“Let me try. I think you will like it.”
“Seth, I...”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Can you kiss me?”
I swiftly move to her side and find her lips. She lets out a sigh of relief.
I stroke her cheek, meeting her eyes. “Maybe we leave the pantyhose restraint for another time.”
“Maybe,” she says. “I want to do it, but I’m really nervous. I think we need to start simpler.”
“I know, baby, I know. I got carried away. You’ve got a great ass. It might’ve scrambled my mind a little.”
She giggles and straightens, pushes her pantyhose and panties down, and I pull her into my arms. I’m in my boxers, she’s just in her bra, and we embrace as we stand next to the bed.
“This seems a bit uneven,” she says, motioning between her crotch and mine. An adorable wrinkle appears between her brows. That wrinkle used to drive me crazy.
I shoot her a confused look. “How so? We each have one item left.”
“But your fun bits aren’t out in the open.”
“Neither are yours.” She frowns, and I chuckle. “Well, not all of your fun bits.” I stroke down her neck, to the swell of her breasts, then lightly across the still-covered globes.
Billie unhooks the bra behind her back. The straps loosen over her shoulders, and she slowly pushes them down her arms.
She’s got small firm breasts with large pert nipples. They beg for my hands, for my teeth. I take them both in my palms and lave one of the nipples, feeling a jolt of satisfaction when a moan escapes her lips.
I nudge her to sit down on the edge of the bed while I kneel between her parted legs, so I can stroke and nibble at her tits. She closes her eyes and throws back her head, whimpering softly as my teeth probe her flesh.
Keeping one hand on her breast, I thumb the stiff nipple that glistens with my saliva, and slowly move the other hand toward the apex of her thighs. Billie spreads her legs wider, hips tilting toward my touch. Her breaths are quick and shallow, her whole body undulating in the rhythm of my teasing.
I smell her arousal, feel the slickness coating her inner thighs.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur into her skin, my fingers finding her labia, spreading them slowly. A long broken cry flies off her lips as I trace my path along the wet, inviting folds.
“Everything feels so good,” she whispers and thrusts her pelvis toward my hand, and I use the ball of my thumb to press on her clit as I stroke her up and down, dipping inside her.
Her pussy is hot and swollen, and I know she wants this just as much as I do.
Her breaths accelerate in sync with my strokes, and I plan to keep going until I get her off, when she grabs my wrist. “Go get a condom. I want you inside me.”
I jump up, briefly rummage through my bag, and rejoin her. I take my boxers off and stand before her in offering, as her lips stretch in a saucy grin.
“That’s a very nice cock you’ve got there,” she says, reaching to stroke me.
“I’m embarrassingly close to coming, so maybe let me get my two pumps in before I blow?”
She giggles and lets me go. While I put the condom on, she scoots up on the bed.
I take her in. Dark wavy hair; pale, pillowy skin; beautiful little breasts; wide hips and plump thighs. She’s so much more beautiful than I could’ve imagined, and I choke up with cresting emotion. I’ve wanted this—her—for so long, and I finally, finally get to have it.
She opens her arms in invitation and I join her. As she cradles me between her thighs, I kiss her deeply, notch myself at her entrance, and slide home.
We exhale loudly, in unison, at how perfect our joining feels.
“Oh God,” she says into my mouth. “I can’t believe this—”
“Good disbelief? Or bad disbelief?”
“Good. Definitely good.” She rolls her hips. “You feel amazing.”
I lean on one forearm, sliding the other under her ass so I can help tilt her hips up, and I sink even deeper. A guttural sob rises from her throat.
My mind races, taking in all the sensations. The smell of her hair, the taste of her skin, the softness of her ass, the color of her areolae whose exact texture under my tongue is now seared into my memory. The clasp of her inner wall on my dick—tight, hot, perfect.
I’m turned on out of my mind. I will come instantly if my focus slips even a little.