Chapter 19
Billie
My mouth waters at the sight of the erection tenting his boxers. It’s long and thick, and getting harder by the moment, so I scoot down and nuzzle the side of my face against it. I love the feeling of being this close to him, on the verge of something sexy and intimate—something I love doing.
Over the years, my girlfriends have given me shit about how much I love to give head, but I don’t care what anyone else thinks.
I find it powerful. Or maybe the word is empowering.
The ability to give a man so much pleasure it usually leaves him weak in the knees.
Obviously, I don’t do it with just anyone, but when I have the opportunity with someone I like as much as I like Rome? It’s a given.
Without taking off his boxers, I nibble the soft sacs beneath his cock, and his sharp intake of breath tells me he likes it, but given his injury, I need to be sure.
“It’s going to be hard for me to distinguish between a hiss of pleasure and one of pain,” I say, looking up. “So you’ll need to be vocal if I’m doing something to aggravate your injury.”
He nods. “Thank you for that. And I will.”
His eyes turn to molten lava and I sigh happily as I go back to the task at hand.
This was the last thing I thought would happen tonight but when I walked in and found him practically naked on the bed, my libido overrode my brain. Now I’m sucking on his balls right through his boxers and I don’t know which of us is more aroused.
“Fuck, baby, that’s nice.” He reaches out a hand, combs it through my hair, letting the tendrils drift between his fingers.
I’m momentarily distracted—it feels that good—and a soft moan escapes me. When was the last time someone played with my hair like this? Maybe never. It’s different than having it stroked or brushed. This is so much more intimate, and I love the way it feels. So much so, I never want it to stop.
Goose bumps break out all over my body and I take a moment to revel in it before running my hand along Rome’s erection. I stroke and tease, getting him worked up before I finally start to slide his boxers down.
“Can you lift your hips?” I ask.
He grimaces but manages and despite wanting to draw this out, I make short work of taking them off. I don’t want pain to disrupt our pleasure, and I’m not disappointed in my first look at him completely naked.
His cock is perfect, bobbing against his groin in anticipation of what I’m about to do, and I can’t resist running my tongue along the shaft.
I wrap my hand around him and squeeze lightly before giving it a firm stroke.
His hips rise slightly, and he moves with me.
A tiny bead of pre-cum leaks from the head and I lick it, enjoying the tangy taste and the low growl that comes from deep in his chest.
“It’s been a while, baby,” he rasps. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“There’s no prize for lasting a long time,” I say.
Then I drop my head and suck him deep, hollowing out my cheeks as hard as I can.
“Fuck yeah.” His voice is gruff and his grip tightens in my hair.
With one hand stroking up and down, and the other lightly squeezing his balls, I let my mouth do the rest. I suck and lick, letting him thrust in and out for a bit.
Then I pull back, watching a stream of saliva drip onto his shaft.
I rub it in, adding a little lubrication so I can stroke him faster.
“Damn, baby, that’s so good…” His hips are moving slowly, rhythmically gliding his cock in and out of my mouth.
I relax my throat, letting him go deeper each time.
He’s big but I think I can take him, so when he hesitates, I just squeeze his shaft harder.
Egging him on. Letting him know what I want.
“You sure, baby?”
I bob my head yes, and he takes control. Though his touch is light, he holds me by the hair and starts to move purposefully.
“Jesus, Billie…” He pushes all the way in, hitting the back of my throat, and despite the urge to gag, I don’t stop him. Won’t stop him. I crave this, relish in how hot it makes me to know I can do this for him.
“Fuck, yeah!” He comes hard, spurts of semen sliding down my throat, and I manage to swallow before I choke.
He quickly pulls free and tugs me by the hair.
“Come up here, baby.”
I carefully crawl up his body, pausing to wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Yum,” I whisper as I ease against his chest.
“That was fan-fucking-tastic,” he growls in my ear, wrapping an arm around me. “There are no words for how good that was.”
“You’re welcome.” I grin even though he can’t see my face in this position.
“You know we’re not done, right?”
“You need to rest,” I protest. “I wanted you to relax and?—”
“Billie.” He interrupts me in a no-nonsense tone. “Take your damn clothes off and then come drop that sweet pussy on my face.”
I sit up slowly, my eyes meeting his. “Are you sure? Your leg…”
“You’re not riding my cock tonight. But there’s nothing wrong with my head.” His eyes gleam with intensity and my vagina is absolutely drenched.
It takes me less than thirty seconds to get undressed and there’s no mistaking the desire that’s written all over his face.
“Damn, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, his eyes at half-mast.
I smile and crawl back onto the bed.
“Look at you.” He reaches up, runs a finger along the bar that pierces my nipple. “That’s hot—does it hurt if I tug on it?”
“Depends on how hard, but generally speaking, no.” I’m on my knees, kneeling beside him, and he cups my breast with one hand while continuing to toy with my piercing with the other.
“So many damn things I want to do to you,” he rumbles. “But this damn leg…”
“It’s okay. We don’t have to do it all tonight. We don’t have to do anything tonight. I only wanted to help you relax.”
“I’ll be very relaxed after I eat your pussy. But first, lay beside me for a minute.”
I do as he asks, stretching out on my side so I can look at him.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Billie. I love looking at you—even when you’re fully dressed.”
“Naked is a bonus, though, right?”
He chuckles. “Oh, yeah.”
Then he leans forward and captures my lips with his.
It’s not soft or tentative—this kiss tells me he’s claiming me.
Maybe it’s just for tonight, but whatever the timetable, there is no doubt whom I belong to.
His tongue curls with mine as his hands skim my body.
He’s in no rush, despite his possessiveness, and it’s intoxicating to be sharing something so sensual with him.
Somehow, kissing like this, naked bodies pressed together, but no other direct sexual contact, is even more erotic than when he had his dick down my throat.
When we finally break apart, his eyes are glazed and he brushes a lock of hair out of my eyes.
“Next time, I’m going to take my time and kiss every inch of you,” he whispers gruffly. “I’m sorry I can’t do that tonight.”
“Do I look disappointed? In case you couldn’t tell, giving head is one of my favorite things. I’ll suck your dick any time you want me to.”
“Jesus, woman, you really are trying to kill me.” He squeezes one ass cheek. “Now get up here and let me taste you.”
I hesitate because as much as I love to perform oral, I’ve never been a huge fan of being on the receiving end. I’m not sure why, but it’s probably because I’ve never been able to get off that way.
It doesn’t seem like the time to tell him that, so I move slowly and deliberately, pausing once I’ve straddled his chest and squeezing my breasts together. Then I inch forward, maneuvering over his shoulders until my thighs are on either side of his head.
“So pretty,” he whispers as he leans up and presses a soft kiss on my clit.
I press my hands flat against the wall for balance and crouch down more so he doesn’t have to work as hard. His hands close around my hips, positioning me where he wants me and then— dear God. His lips are warm and soft against the delicate folds, and he kisses a trail along my slit.
Despite my reservations, Rome seems to know more about what I need than I do because he’s doing something wicked inside me with his tongue, making me squirm and pant.
My eyes are squeezed shut as I try to focus so I don’t suffocate him, but he doesn’t seem to have any reservations.
When he wraps his lips around the piercing between my legs, I jerk a little—it’s still fairly new so I’m not used to the sensations—and he eases up.
“Too much?” he asks.
“A little.”
This time he sucks it gently, like a soft nibble, with just enough pressure to send me right back into arousal.
“So wet,” he whispers before flattening his tongue against me firmly.
He kisses and sucks at the skin, and I can’t help writhing against him.
In my experience, a lot of men don’t know how to balance skill and pressure.
If you’re in the right spot, you can go harder.
But if you’re not, it’s just uncomfortable.
Rome is not one of those men.
He knows exactly how much I can take. Once he puts his tongue inside me again, I’m done thinking—all I can do is ride this out.
“Oh, fuck… Rome! ” I gasp as he slides a finger inside me while simultaneously tugging on my piercing. A second finger joins the first and the pressure is exquisite. Then he curves them and hits a spot no one’s ever found before.
My vision blurs, and I smack my hand against the wall as a wild orgasmic wave shoots out of me.
“Rome!” I scream his name, my hips bucking against his face, the orgasm rolling over me with so much intensity I can’t feel my legs.
“That’s a good girl.” Rome gently lifts me by the hips and I somehow wind up beside him.
“Holy fuck. That was… wow. I’ve never had an orgasm that way before.”
“You’ve never orgasmed during oral?” He looks genuinely mystified.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“You’ve been sleeping with the wrong guys, baby.”
“Tell me about it. And now you may have created a monster.”
“Works for me.” He tugs me closer so I’m sprawled across his chest. “But we’re going to have to figure out what to do next because Bodi won’t be gone for long.”
“Ugh. Not now,” I say. “Let’s think about that tomorrow. Tonight, I want to revel in what we just did. And if you’re a good boy, I might suck your dick again.”