by Eden O'Neill
The burn surged directly into my cock, the fucker steel against my fly. I ground into her through her panties, and the couch shifted to my left.
“Night, kids,” Niko said, the couch rising. His deep chuckles sounded as he walked himself somewhere in the house, and I’d do something about that had I not had my hands full of Billie. He’d known exactly what he was doing tonight. Fuck, he’d known taking her back here in the first place would test me.
Fucking asshole.
Unconcerned with him at the moment, I kissed harder, shifting Billie and her supple curves on her back. I pushed that flimsy bit of top off her chest, the girl fucking bra-less, and her pink nipples arched right for my mouth.
I flicked one with my tongue, needing a taste, and Billie wriggled so hard beneath my mouth I thought my dick would snap my fly at the seam.
I drew her whole nipple in, laving on her flushed tits as I shifted my attention from one to the other. She tried to unbutton my shirt but I forced her hands over her head, her body arched and perfect and half naked on my black leather couch.
A sea of that Little Mermaid hair around her, she looked like a damn siren, and the last place I wanted to claim her was on this couch that’d seen more action than my bedroom. I didn’t take many girls up here, a quick fuck downstairs usually enough.
This wasn’t going to be a quick fuck.
I got off her, tugging her with me, and she stumbled in her heels.
“Where are we going?” she asked me, tits bouncing. We’d left that scrap of top she’d worn on the couch, nothing but her silver skirt hugging her ass and I groaned, picking her up by it. I kissed her on our way up to my bedroom, my mouth unable to leave hers.
“I’m fucking you in my bed,” I said once we got there. I put her down, then kicked the door closed, turning her around.
I pressed her up against the door, my dick grinding against her ass as I forced that silver skirt up and over it. A perfect peach under my hands, I slapped the side of her ass, making it instantly as red as her hair.
“LJ,” she gasped, my hand coming down over that cheek again. Unable to help it, I tugged her panties aside and bit, that sweet flesh in my mouth. She shuddered and I felt it through my whole goddamn body.
My tongue flicked against sandy freckles, drawing her in my mouth again and she moaned, quivering against the door.
“Take your panties off,” I told her, rising, and she wiggled them down over her heels. I got rid of those too, the whole thing easy. Next thing I knew, I clasped a hand around her throat, rubbing against her bare bottom.
Her pulse point jumped beneath my reach, something akin to desire in her eyes when she gazed back as well as a fair bit of fear. She should be scared of me.
I was fucking scared of her.
I was scared of what she could do to me, how she could sway my focus and make me see nothing but her. I couldn’t do that when I had my own goals, a family to take care of back home. I couldn’t get distracted.
I curved a finger along her throat.
“You’re bad for me, beauty queen,” I told her honestly. “I do stupid things when it comes to you.”
Like now, needing to be buried in her so badly I could easily shoot my load off just at the taste of her. It was that serious, that dangerous for me.
Her mouth quivered, her swallow moving thickly against my hand. “I do too, Mr. Johnson.”
I burned, so hot for who was basically my teacher.
Tugging her around, I covered her mouth, devouring her, claiming her to the point where she was basically a puddle in my hands.
Billie arched, shuddering against me when I jerked down her skirt, getting her completely naked. I unbuttoned and pulled off my shirt, then I was chest bare against her, feeling her softness and how she moved along every hard edge of me. I didn’t move easily. But my body with hers did impossible things.
I took her on my king bed by the hips, her gaze raking down my body as I lay her back. They stopped where abs met my belt buckle, completely greedy, and I chuckled, pressing my body up against her.
“I dare you, beauty queen,” I said, moving her hand to my cock. I worked myself against her. “My queen.”
I had no idea where that came from, again she made me do stupid things. Like close my eyes while she worked me sinfully in her little hand, my dick surging and fucking her palm. Her other hand gripped my bicep, making me growl at the scratch marks she pulled down my flesh. I forced her hands away, then spread her wide. Traveling between her legs, I believed I could die right there.
Especially at the first taste.
It made us both moan, Billie losing her fucking shit when she tugged my hair.
“Oh, fuck. LJ. Fuck!” Her thighs locked my head between them, and I got aggressive, my tongue flicking wildly between her folds. Her heat so sweet, I took both her legs and tugged them over my shoulders, my mouth sucking her lower lips right into my mouth. She called out, her fingers gripping my scalp, and that’s when I added digits, one, then two.
I arched deep, tasting sweet juices with every come hither movement of my fingers. My strokes maddened her, the woman wild in my sheets. She bucked, and I thought she’d come right there in my mouth. The only thing keeping me from taking her over the edge was that I wanted to do the pleasure, take her pleasure and make it mine.
I got up before I could finish the job, leaving her hanging, and she panted in frustration.
At least, until she saw my cock.
I unzipped, my hand filled when I pulled my boxers down. So greedy, Billie rose up on her elbows but I forced her back.
“I take you,” I promised, working myself but fuck if I needed any help. The hard steel pulsed at the tip, my thumb rubbing precum all over the mushroom head. Leaning forward, I pulled the crown along her slit, Billie’s eyes rolling back in her head.
“Don’t play with me, LJ. Jesus.”
So, so greedy. I chuckled again, reaching into my bedside table. I didn’t want to talk about who was clean or not at this point. I just wanted to claim her, but next time we did this… fuck, if I’d have anything between us.
For now, I did the responsible thing and actually groaned at only the thought of being inside her. To her surprise, and I think a little of mine, I fell to my back, pulling her on top of me. I wanted her up there, riding me while I watched her tits slap up and down against her chest.
I got a handful of one while I guided myself inside her, my eyes rolling back, and I nearly came like a teen at nothing but a feel. This wouldn’t last long, that I knew, and I got to work, arching my hips while Billie moved hers.
She grated her nails down my chest, and I growled, the girl looking like some kind of mythical goddess on top of me.
Hair a fire red, it swept across her flushed skin, those perfect tits bouncing like something out of my most erotic visions. When she’d been in this very room before, reeking of beer with her tits springing out, I really had thought she’d been a stripper. But fuck, if I didn’t want her to be a little something more. I never paid for sex. Never had to, but if this girl would have let me that night she could have charged whatever she wanted. That’s exactly why I’d kissed her in the first place. I’d just needed a taste, and that kiss had proved to do nothing but help me meet my maker, what we were doing now completely inevitable.
I rolled my hips as Billie dropped her back and cried out. She felt on her breasts, and I roared, holding her up and fucking her from below. She was a sea of legit emotion while she rode me, and I knew I was tying her to me with every thrust.
We were doing something dangerous here, tying ourselves to each other. Quite frankly, I didn’t think either of us could stand the other, and I think a little alcohol may have lowered inhibitions—on both our parts. We were both sober enough to make the decision, though. And I think that was the scariest part about all of this. We chose this for ourselves.
No matter what tomorrow would bring.
Billie came first, gripping her hair and calling my name. Rol
ling her hips, she milked me for all I had, and I did the same beneath her, my balls tightening as I flooded the condom between us.
I groaned, actually biting my arm when I came down from the high. This left me with nothing but an exhausted and sexier-than-fuck redhead on top of me, a redhead I should have left the moment we’d gotten done screwing. After all, I’d had my taste.
Instead, I reached over, pulling her with me under the sheets. She wasn’t fucking leaving me, not tonight, and the way her arms curled around my body beneath my biceps, I knew she wasn’t trying to leave either. I think that was the only way I got to sleep in the end.
Fuck what tomorrow would hold.
Chapter Sixteen
Billie
What the hell had I been thinking last night was my actual first thought when I woke up the next morning. Hip to surging hip, I had my leg curled around LJ’s firm ass and could only slightly blame screwing his brains out last night on the booze.
I hadn’t been that drunk.
I hadn’t been drunk at all. I knew drunk, and last night wasn’t that. I thought to move away. Escape while I could since he was still sleeping, but then, LJ’s large hands settled tight against my bottom.
He hugged me right up on him, hot against his hard chest, and fuck me, if I couldn’t resist burrowing myself in the man’s scorching heat. He smelled like sex, all sin and heat, and I actually sighed, drinking him in.
He was a wash of male perfection, all hard angles and chiseled features below a mess of tousled blond locks. His lips parting, he yawned but didn’t wake up, letting me go a little to lie on his back. One of those gladiator thighs fell out of his bed, the sheets sliding down and revealing a cock sent by the very gods, who had no doubt chiseled out each and every one of his hard formations. That steel rod glistened at the tip, his hand scrubbing his face as I so innocently stared.
God, he’s hung like an animal.
My second thought, since last night had been a mess of crazy decisions and sexual tension. I could gripe all I wanted that I was inebriated, that he’d taken advantage of me, but at the end of the day, I hadn’t been drunk and was completely aware of what I both did and didn’t do last night. I came on to LJ. I kissed him, and we fucked because that was what I wanted to happen. I gave in to him, completely sound of mind.
Just like I was now.
A smirk and a chuckle as LJ’s eyes flickered open, a fan of blond lashes blinking over clear aqua colored eyes as he woke up. Settling back, he draped a muscled bicep above his head, eyeing me with that challenge in his eyes he liked to do. He grinned. “Don’t stare at it unless you’re going to do something about it, beauty queen.”
For emphasis, he pulled the sheet completely away from his thighs, presenting his dick to me like the most coveted prize. With his long digits, he fisted it, working it hard beneath his palm, and my mouth watered as he let go and played with his balls.
I had the sudden desire to suck them into my mouth, my pussy lips tingling at the mere thought. He let go, tucking both arms behind his head, and without much thought, I took him into my mouth.
“Fucking shit,” he grunted, clearly not expecting it as I sucked him deep. He groaned. “What the fuck, Billie? Shit.”
Funny enough, it was the first time I think in a long time where there’d been no teasing between us. I wasn’t the “beauty queen,” and he wasn’t trying to get one over on me. That was when I realized I had the control, and hovering over him, I took him as deep back into my throat as I could.
Forcing back a growl, LJ lifted his knees and trapped me between them. He got a fist full of my hair at the root, guiding me up and down over his mass, and when I peeked up through my lashes, he had his eyes closed. Garbled phrases of curses and my name flew from his lips, especially when I popped his dick out of my mouth and sucked his balls.
He tugged harsh at my scalp. “That’s it. Fucking fuck.”
Working me over his cock, he bit his lower lip, sighing before angling me back over his velvety flesh. I let him guide me how he needed and took great pleasure being the reason he fell apart, the reason he let go of himself a little. His hips raising, he slammed himself into my throat, and I gagged over the sheer length of him. I really couldn’t get him all the way in, but I’d done my best.
“Open your throat,” he guided, going much harder as I did. Eventually, I did get him all in, and he groaned. “That’s it. Fucking take me.”
I played with myself between my legs, about to come too, which was wild to me. I never got off giving a blow job, but this was turning me on clearly as much as it was him. My finger rigorous against my clit, LJ shot his eyes open, grunting as he looked down.
“Hell, are you touching yourself?” he asked, and when I moaned, giving him my answer he literally shattered apart.
His hips stiffened, literally on the balls of his feet as he exploded his seed down my throat. He hadn’t lasted long at all, not like last night, and funny enough, I got great pleasure in that.
Drumming my sex, I attempted to take myself to the edge, drinking him down and swallowing every bit of his salty flavor. I was just getting myself there when he pulled me off his satisfied cock.
“Up here,” he said, kissing me and so obviously tasting himself on my tongue. For some reason, he didn’t care, guiding me to sit across his waist. He worked my hips in a way that nearly made me come right there, but stopped, suddenly biting my lips. “Shower with me? I’ll take care of you in there.”
It’d been the way he said it to make me shudder, like he actually cared and was completely serious about it.
Without much acknowledgment from me, he picked me up in his arms, damsel style. We were both completely naked, but he rushed across the hall and immediately into the shower. He had like five shower heads in there, all with various pressures, and after getting the heat on us both, he was on his knees and between my legs.
Tongue flicking wildly and mouth sucking, he made me come with his mouth, the orgasm ripping its way through me. My hands pressed hard to the glass walls, he made good on his promise to take care of me.
And he did so on his knees before me.
Later that morning, or maybe even afternoon since I’d lost track of time, LJ made his way with me downstairs. There was clanking in the kitchen when we came down, and it must have still been morning because Niko was frying eggs over the skillet. Shirtless, he had his actual shirt over his shoulder, his body glistening with sweat while he wore nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. He looked like he’d just gotten done working out, and since there was a basketball on the kitchen island, I assumed he’d just finished shooting a few hoops. The pair did have a small court in the back that could be seen from the street.
Upon seeing LJ and me over his shoulder, Niko chuckled, I was sure a sight to be had in front of him. Not only did I wear one of LJ’s shirts that basically came down to my knees, I’d worn a pair of his boxers too, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. I’d attempted to put at least my skirt on from last night with my top being somewhere downstairs, but LJ basically growled at me.
Before I knew it, he was tossing me his own clothes. As I did, he jerked on a pair of sweats, along with a cross chain for his version of a full outfit. He made sure to put that weird-looking gorilla ring he always wore over his finger too, then the next thing I knew, he was grabbing his phone, and we were headed downstairs.
Niko smirked. “Good morning, kids,” he said, flipping the egg in the skillet. Placing the skillet down, he picked his cellphone off the counter. “Or I guess I should say good afternoon?”
Shit, had we been in his room all freaking day? Well, the shower and his room. After he got me off in there, we ended up in his sheets again, just a couple of times before he growled and said he was hungry. I hadn’t fought him because I was hungry too. He made me crazy, and I couldn’t seem to get enough.
Sliding his phone across the counter, LJ flipped his friend off, eliciting another chuckle from him. This got Niko a hit in the head bef
ore LJ shifted around and placed his hands on the counter, crowding in on me. “Want me to have Niko make you an egg? Or I can make you something else, whatever you want.”
The proposal had Niko gazing over his shoulder, smiling away. How I managed to keep my own in I didn’t know, but I had. I ended up telling LJ toast was fine, and he smiled at me before joining Niko by the skillet. The toaster was nearby.
While he got started on that, I checked my phone, getting all the social media out of my system before setting it next to his. I watched a titan and his dutiful demigod make food after that, all roving back muscles and sex on legs the pair of them. I bet some girls would pay good money to watch the kingpin himself making brunch for a girl, for me, but then I got annoyed. Thinking about other girls seeing him that way bothered me, I guessed.
Whoa, where had that come from?
Getting territorial when it came to this guy was dangerous, something I definitely knew when suddenly LJ’s phone started blowing up next to mine. He continued to cook with Niko, the two of them distracted with some kind of debate whether fried eggs or scrambled were better. All the while, texts kept coming in on LJ’s phone, and since they were, I couldn’t help sliding my gaze over.
Dasha: Hey? What are you doing right now? I need you. Can you come get me?
Another buzz.
Dasha: Seriously, where have you been at all morning? I need you…
And then another, more of the same before the next.
Dasha: LJ? What’s going on? This isn’t like you.
“Something important for you on my phone, beauty queen?”
A frown below narrowed blue eyes, LJ pulled his phone out of my sight and away from me. All humor from his earlier debate with Niko was gone now, his expression harsh and cold as he stared at me.
I lifted my hands. “No. I was just…”
“Yeah,” he said, then studied his phone. Seeing who it was, he appeared to not give much emotion toward the person, but then, he was putting a hand on Niko. “Eh, I gotta go take care of something. Make sure she gets home?”