Chapter 20 Tired of Running #2
Her eyes are wild, unsteady, as they toggle between mine. “Cruel.”
“Yes.” I rip open the packet with my teeth. “I know cruelty well.”
“You do?” She grabs the condom from me.
I unzip my jeans, but before I can pull out my dick, she does it for me. I can’t formulate a sentence, a thought, when she thumbs my head just the way that I like. I just blindly grope at her tits, squeezing them in my hands while she squeezes me.
“No one’s been crueler to me than I have been to myself,” I reply, groaning when she gives me a long, torturous tug. “Jesus, baby, that is—”
“Everything?” She bites her lip. “I know. Lemme be good to you, then, so you can learn how to be good to yourself.”
I grit my teeth, barely able to withstand the lust that whips through me like a hurricane-force gale as she rolls the condom onto my length. “I’ve already learned. From you.”
She notches me at her entrance. Then she thinks better of it, though, and guides my tip up and down her slit.
Even through the latex, she’s burning up. So soft and small I could scream.
I lean my forehead against hers. “This isn’t normal.”
“How good it is? I know.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
She scoffs, a sound that catches when she presses my head to her clit. “I’m scared shitless, Ry. Of course I’m not okay. I’ve never been fucking better.”
Now I’m laughing. She’s kissing my jaw, and she’s laughing too, and the tender motion of her putting me back at her entrance and nudging her hips so I’m inside her again wrenches my chest right the fuck open.
The feeling of fullness inside me spills over as I push, hard, sinking to the hilt in a single stroke.
She curses.
She bites my shoulder.
I thumb her clit, and she comes.
Right there on the hood of my truck, Billie shouts as she comes, her orgasm milking my dick in a way that has me incoherent.
The rain.
The pressure.
I can’t fucking handle it.
Next thing I know, I’m pulling out of her and I’m turning her around. Always careful not to get her bad elbow caught, I put a hand between her shoulder blades and gently press her front onto the hood. Arms splayed wide.
“This—”
“It’s okay, Ry. I’m okay. Now get the fuck back inside me, or I really will kill you.”
I laugh, stepping forward. I nudge open her legs with my knees. Suck in a breath when I peek the dark pucker of her asshole.
Patience.
“Talk to me.” I use my thumb to pull aside her ass cheek, opening her to me again. “Anything hurts, you let me know right away.”
She nods, reaching back to pull me against her. “Don’t stop, Ry.”
She looks just as pretty from this angle. Sinking inside her pussy, I groan. She feels better from behind. Tighter. Not sure how that’s possible, but it’s real.
I grab her hips and angle her ass upward. I begin to thrust. I smile when she moans, her pussy still spasming with the echoes of her orgasm.
My balls tighten. I thrust harder. Faster. Billie goes up on her toes to meet me, pressing back against me so that our bodies meet with a rude slap.
The rain gets in my eyes and blurs my vision.
“You on birth control?”
The question must take us both by surprise, because Billie looks at me over her shoulder. “I have an IUD, yeah.”
“Anything else I need to know about?”
Her eyes flicker. “No. All good here.”
“All good here too. You mind if I take off the condom and try something different?”
I wait with bated breath for her to turn me down. Blow me off. Hell, she could even be disgusted by my request.
Instead, she smiles. A bright, happy thing, teeth and all.
“I love trying new things.” As if to hammer the point home, her pussy clenches around me.
I let my head fall back. Close my eyes. Pray to my Lord and savior that I’ll be able to survive this moment, because my heart’s not working. My pulse is at a standstill.
It strikes me that I have to keep going if I want to survive this.
I have to keep feeling. Doing. Trusting.
Because Billie is trusting me, and I’d be an idiot not to return the favor. Hell, if someone as smart and capable and self-aware as Billie has faith in me, I probably should have a little faith in myself too.
Sex is better if I open up. Connect to what I really want.
So is life.
Curling my body around hers, I lift her torso so that I can cup her breasts. I fuck her while I play with her nipples, marveling at the way her tits fill my hands.
I trail my lips over her neck. “You gotta talk to me. If you don’t like it, I need to know.”
“You really think I wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t like something?”
“Fair point.”
“I’m not going anywhere, Ry. Trust me. Your dick is too nice.”
“Nice?” I say with a laugh.
“Perfect. Big. Just the right size. Tastes good too.”
I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming.
Only by the grace of God am I able to pull out without blowing my load and yank off the condom.
I hold open her cheek again with my left hand. I pump myself with my right.
“Never.” My brain flatlines. “This. Not with anyone else. Ever. You hear me?”
“Yes, baby, I hear you.”
A blinding flash of light arcs through me.
Then I’m coming on Billie’s asshole, agonizingly hot spurts that coat her and coat me and empty my body of any thought, any feeling, except one.
Her.
She’s it. The one.
She’s saying my name, saying how good it feels, saying how she loves my pervy mind, my daring.
She’s saying she likes how I feel dripping down her legs.
I’m trembling when I pull her up and turn her around and pull her against me.
My pulse throbs in time to my thoughts.
We’re in trouble.
We’re never coming back from this. But maybe that’s a good thing.
The best thing that ever happened.