Twice the Bang: Delta Heat, Book 4

by Delilah Devlin

  Sure she was nearly as crazy with lust as he was, he backed away, his hands cupping her ass again, holding her still as he nudged his cock against her slit, and then sank an inch inside, just enough that she took the broad cap.

  Her pussy clasped around him, making a moist, sucking sound, and he nearly smiled because the sensation wasn’t so different from the first moment he’d pushed inside her mouth.

  Billy glided one hand around her hip and spread his fingers to cup her taut lower belly, while he slowly pushed deeper into her channel.

  Fluid seeped around him, inner muscles clenched and rippled. He pressed on her tummy and her pussy tightened, clamping down on him.

  “Please, Billy. Please,” she whispered, swaying again, rubbing those pretty tits against his carpet to build friction.

  Friction he was about to double as he began to move inside her, flexing his buttocks to push forward, withdrawing slowly until just the tip of his cock remained at her entrance. He continued the slow push and pull until her hands reached out and bunched in the carpet, and her ass pushed back to take him deeper.

  “Want it harder?” he growled.

  “Fuck, yeah.”

  “Want it fast?”

  “Please, please, please,” she said, squealing at the last word as he tunneled hard inside and began to glide in faster strokes, in and out.

  She was wet, her channel fully juiced and hot through the latex. He churned in her moist heat, jerking his hips to surprise her with quick, hard stabs, and then changed it up to offer smoother thrusts.

  She loved it all, pumping her hips, the muscles of her arms and shoulders bunching as she shoved backward to meet his strokes.

  Billy loved watching her narrow back, the indent of her spine, the jiggle of her buttocks as he hammered her.

  For this moment, all her lush feminine frame was fully his—to use, to forget himself inside. So much better than his own fist. She gave him as good as he gave her but with surprises that kept him thinking.

  Like the sexy clasps her pussy gave him, not rhythmic at all. Purposeful clenching that slowed him up because he wanted to savor the sensation, and then easing off so he could redouble his efforts. She made soft grunting sounds as she squeezed and she moaned as she relaxed. Not like anything he’d ever experienced with another woman. Almost like she was exercising her inner muscles.

  But he didn’t like the fact she thought she could control the speed of his thrusts with her sexy inner workout. He wanted her desperate and unable to do any thinking at all.

  He halted his motions and pulled out halfway.

  She squeezed around him and then pushed up to glare over her shoulder, a question in her narrowed eyes.

  Billy smiled, lifted a hand and smacked one side of her soft ass. Not hard, because he didn’t want to leave a mark, he just wanted her attention.

  Her mouth opened around a sharp gasp. “Billy?”

  He pulled out the rest of the way and then guided her with firm hands to turn her to her back. He thrust his arms beneath her knees and raised them. He pushed his cock against her entrance and eased inside before pushing her thighs higher until they pressed against her chest.

  She lowered her eyebrows.

  “You said anything I wanted,” he reminded her.

  “I can’t breathe,” she said, her lips pouting.

  “You also can’t control your contractions.”

  Her eyebrows shot up. “You didn’t like that?”

  He shook his head. “You were setting the pace.”

  Her gaze slid away, but then snapped back. “No, I wasn’t.”

  The stubborn angle of her chin said she lied. And that now she was a little irritated because he’d figured it out.

  Billy grunted. “Aiden warned me about girls who like to top from the bottom.”

  “Seeing as you’re not a Dom, what do you care?”

  “I care that you aren’t climbing the walls to come.”

  She snorted. “I was plenty excited. Can’t you feel how wet I am?”

  He could. He was sure her arousal was soaking the carpet, but that wasn’t the point. He leaned over her, crushing her thighs down, but not enough she couldn’t breathe. Just enough to trap her, enough so that he could control all movement and she couldn’t control a damn thing.

  “Maybe I am a Dom,” he whispered. “Because I sure as shit want you coming on my terms.”

  Chapter Three

  Despite the painful hardness of his balls, Billy was determined not to give her what she wanted. At least, not on her terms. Moving with deliberate precision, he lifted his hips and speared her, sliding through her slick heat. Her channel was tight at this angle, choking all around him. He lifted his hips and sank again, this time harder and deeper.

  Her teeth were gritted, but a tiny mewl leaked between her lips. “I can’t come like this.”

  “Not touching your clit, am I?”

  She shook her head.

  “Good. Worry about that for a few seconds more,” he said and gave her several more deep, hard glides.

  Her thighs bunched beneath his chest, her hands pushed on his shoulders, but he didn’t relent, giving her another salvo of slow, targeted thrusts.

  Then a funny thing happened. The arousal that had threatened his composure since the moment they’d entered his apartment froze. Held. His focus narrowed to the tension crimping her mouth and the narrowing of her eyes.

  Only when he noted a glimmer of moisture and heard a thready sob, did he back away. He left her and sat back on his haunches.

  Pansy lay there for a moment before slowly lowering her thighs and stretching out her body. Then she came up and knelt in front of him on her hands and knees, eyeing him like she didn’t know whether to run away or launch herself toward him. Confusion clouded her wide blue eyes.

  Billy understood how she felt. This was different for him from anything he’d ever experienced. Always accommodating to his lovers and quick to offer what pleased, this time he felt the need to direct and influence Pansy’s responses rather than react to a sigh or mew of pleasure.

  The knowledge that this was becoming something deeper than he’d bargained for gave him pause. And in a rare moment of insight, he realized he was in over his head. If he wanted this woman, for more than this night, he needed to learn how this D/s thing worked.

  In the meantime, Pansy looked a little desperate. Billy spread his thighs and glanced down at his cock, still rigid as a pole, still pulsing and hard. His balls felt cramped, but he was in control. When he glanced back up, he found her gaze had been there too.

  Her tongue swabbed her mouth. Her breaths shortened to cute little pants. Like a kitten he’d once owned. He patted both thighs. “Baby, climb on.”

  Her next breath was jagged, but she crawled forward, straightening when she was right in front of him, then reaching up to clasp his shoulders as she slowly straddled him. She rose and reached down to fit his tip against her opening. Replacing her hand on his shoulder, she met his gaze but waited.

  Billy smiled, a slow stretch of his lips that he didn’t let make it to his eyes. “I get to move you.”

  “Use me,” she whispered, her gaze locked with his. “Fuck yourself with my pussy. Please, Sir.”

  Although the last word nearly made him flinch, he nodded, understanding it was important to her. He slid his hands to her rump, gripped it hard, and pushed her slowly down his length, watching her face as her body consumed him, inch by inch.

  Billy wondered what it was about her. What made this encounter so damn different. With any other lover, he’d never taken the time to note the journey. Never mentally catalogued each sensation. But this time, with her wide-open gaze locked with his, the pink in her cheeks deepening, he did just that.

  Her pussy was a sleek, deep fist—so hot he wondered how the latex didn’t melt as he lowered her. When her pubis rested against his, he shoved her slowly forward and back, letting the hairs at his groin chafe her delicate clit.

  Her nostril
s flared and she tightened her fingers, but she didn’t use her sexy inner muscles, left herself open, let him control everything.

  He lifted her, enjoying the burn in the muscles of his arms as he made her slide up and down and up and down, a shallow churning that increased the flow of moisture.

  Pansy’s eyelids slid halfway down, her mouth opened, bottom jaw sagging.

  “Like that?” he asked, leaning forward to nip her chin.

  She mewled, her features scrunching up, and nodded.

  Knowing this had to end soon, for both their sakes, his gaze dropped to her breasts. “Play with your tits. I want to watch.”

  Pansy didn’t know exactly how Billy had done it, but he had her full, undivided attention now. With his big cock sunk so deep she should have tasted his precome at the back of her throat, and his face set in harsh lines, she was just a little afraid she’d awoken a slumbering giant. Or at least the Dom hiding inside him. She was so hot and wet, so desperate to come, she didn’t dare deviate from his instructions.

  So as he pushed her up and down again, she cupped her breasts, thumbs and forefingers clamping around the tips. The way he watched her fingers twist and pull, she wished he’d raise her and take her nipples in his mouth. She’d love a nibble or two…or three.

  He dug his fingers into her soft flesh, his arms not betraying any strain as he continued to shove her up and down his rigid pole. She’d been fucked before. Fucked wonderfully well, but she’d never had this…intensity…this razor focus, leveled right on her.

  Her own focus was now narrowed to the sensation of him filling her and then abandoning her heat. And that’s exactly how she would have described the feeling of his raising her off his thick stalk. Abandonment.

  The thought made her tremble. Because for once, sex wasn’t just sex. She felt connected. Not in love. But something even deeper. Which shook her. Literally. A shiver trembled down her spine, and she gasped.

  “Pansy.”

  She didn’t know if it was a question or a command, but she raised her gaze to meet his.

  He slowed his movements, bringing the sexy glides to a halt with her pussy snuggled against his groin. “Come closer.”

  She lowered her hands and pressed her chest against his, moaning as the hard beads met his hot skin. Too many sensations bombarded her at once for her to think about whether he’d be okay with it, but she reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, snuggling her breasts against him until they’d flattened. Because she was feeling a little uncertain, she gave him a brazen smile. “I’m closer.”

  Billy’s lids dipped halfway down as he studied her face. His chest billowed outward as he drew a deep breath, and then he glided his hands from her buttocks, sliding his palms up her sides and then coming between them to cup her breasts. Fingers spread around her nipples then cinched together, pinching them gently.

  Her mouth opened around a long sigh.

  A dark blond brow arched. “I’m so hard it hurts,” he whispered.

  Her mouth curved. “That supposed to make me feel guilty about something?”

  “It’s a warning.”

  Her breaths deepened. “A warning against what? Should I be afraid?” she drawled.

  He bent his head toward hers. His mouth scooped at hers, his teeth taking her bottom lip and tugging it. And then he kissed her. Their breaths mingled, their chests expanded, both their abdomens tensed. If possible, his cock felt harder, larger, deeply embedded and pushing against her walls.

  Pansy broke the kiss. “Billy, please,” she whispered, her voice soft and rusty.

  His arms encircled her, clamping around her, and he lurched upward, rising. With long strides, he carried her deeper into the apartment, through a short hallway to his bedroom.

  When he bent and lowered them both to a mattress, she wrapped her legs around his hips. The moment had come. And she wasn’t sure she was ready, because a light gleaming from the crack of the bathroom door revealed a face so taut with need, she felt an emotional tug. Was he feeling the same inexorable pull? If he wasn’t, and she fell in love with this man, what would she be left with when they parted?

  Pansy dropped her arms and let them rest beside her head, content for now to let him lead without any suggestions from her. Not that he needed any. The way he arranged her, with gentle shoves to center her on the bed, and then arranged himself, his knees spread, his hands placed beside her shoulders to keep his weight supported, was just perfect for her gazing pleasure.

  All his body was revealed, from his muscled chest, to washboard abdomen, down to the base of his thick cock, which was beginning to move inside her. Watching that uber-masculine part of him sink and pull free in powerful motions was almost more stimulation than her mind could handle.

  “You can rub your clit,” he said, his voice tense.

  She nibbled on her bottom lip. “I might come too fast.”

  A grimace tightened his face. “Not for me.”

  Giving him a little smile, she popped her forefinger into her mouth and wet the tip then slipped her hand between their bodies and into the top of her folds. She swirled on the hot little nub and moaned. “Jesus, Billy…”

  “Whenever you’re ready, I’m right here, sweetheart.”

  With his permission, she let the tide claim her, waves of pleasure causing her hips to rise and fall in opposition to his forceful thrusts. Although quick to consume her, his steady, progressively stronger surges kept her riding the crest until her orgasm roared through her. She exploded. Powerfully. Then she fell back against the mattress, unable to move, tilting her head back to dig into the mattress as her body grew rigid and held.

  At last, he shouted and his movements slowed.

  Pansy stirred beneath him, reaching for him, gliding her hands around his back to pull him close enough she snuggled against his broad slick chest.

  He lowered, resting against her, his waning erection still pulsing inside her. A kiss landed on her temple and he nuzzled into the corner of her neck. With his large body pressing down, she felt comforted and warm. “Don’t move,” she whispered. “Not yet.”

  “You can’t breathe.”

  And it was true, her breaths were shallow, but she didn’t mind. “I like it.”

  A grunt shook against her, and she smiled as she swept a hand up to scrape through his short hair and the other molded the ropey muscles at either side of his spine. “I like that you’re so strong,” she said.

  “I like that you’re soft.”

  A smile stretched her mouth. “Do you like anything else?”

  A laugh buffeted her chest. “If you don’t already know that, I’ll think you’re a little slow.”

  Pansy’s smile didn’t dim, not even when he raised his head and cupped both sides of her head, his large palms easily framing her.

  Billy’s smile was a little cocky. “I do okay for guy who’s not a Dom?”

  Pansy shook her head. “Who says you’re not?”

  Billy’s gaze darted away, then came back, glinting now. “I’m willing to learn.”

  Pansy’s breath held, understanding what he really meant. This wasn’t going to be some one-night stand. Relief poured through her, and then she remembered with a little jolt of unease that her fireman was a traditional sort of guy. “I have a date at the club tomorrow night with Beau,” she whispered softly. Would the reminder dampen his enthusiasm?

  Billy’s mouth firmed into a straight line, but then he arched a brow. “Think you’d mind if I watched?”

  Pansy’s eyes widened. He hadn’t asked whether Beau would mind. But then, a sub’s pleasure ought to be a Dom’s first priority, and he’d just offered her the chance to live out her favorite fantasy.

  Excitement flared again and she gave him a catlike smile. “I wouldn’t mind one little bit. But it could get complicated.”

  Billy leaned to the side on one elbow and ran a hand down her side, sliding it beneath her buttock and giving her a squeeze. “I think I can handle complicated. I’m
a quick learner.”

  Laughter bubbled up and spilled over. Pansy couldn’t help it. The days since Aiden’s party had been filled with so much anticipation, she’d been a little afraid to hope the reality would be anywhere near as exciting. Billy might be untried, but he was certainly game. “You do know his whole crew will likely be there for support.”

  “I’ll have a friend in my corner too.”

  “Aiden’s pretty formidable. Scares me a little.”

  “Aiden’s not getting anywhere near you with a flogger or a paddle,” he said, his face and voice darkening.

  Pansy couldn’t pussyfoot around the larger issue. “How are you gonna feel about Beau…and me.”

  Billy’s mouth twisted. “I haven’t been a choir boy. Never mattered whether a girl I liked stepped out on me or not, only because I never made any promises and never expected any back. But I’m jealous as hell of every minute he spends with you. Doesn’t mean I’ll think any less of you. Truth be told, I’m curious about what he’ll do, and how you’ll react.”

  “Because you want to learn?”

  He gave her a crooked smile. “That, and because I want to watch you come apart—without the distraction of trying to hold on to my own control while it’s happening.” Billy snorted. “If any of my buddies, other than Aiden, heard me say that, they’d think I was out of my mind.”

  She smoothed the backs of her fingers across his cheek. “I get it. And while we’re bein’ honest, I have to tell you, I’ve wanted him for a long time. Like a craving for sweets. I know I shouldn’t want him, not when I’m with you, but until I try him out…”

  Billy’s lashes fanned downward and he drew a deep breath. “I want to keep seein’ you, Pansy.”

  She gripped his lobe and pulled his face down. “I want to keep seein’ you too,” she said softly. “The way you handled me…” She bit her lip then smiled. “Baby, I’ve never come so hard. Not even with someone who knew exactly what I like. I think I enjoyed the fact you were feelin’ your way with me.”