novelxo Off to the Races: Chapter 20
I feel like a caveman as I carry Billie up the stairs. Or maybe a Viking, who after months of raiding, has finally gotten his hands on the treasure he wants the most.
I’m not even fighting this anymore. Fuck work. Fuck my family. Fuck what I thought I wanted.
I want Billie Black.
In fact, I’ve never craved a woman as much as I crave her. Her multiple personalities, her filthy mouth, her long legs, and perfect round ass. I’m done pretending. Done holding myself back—done sulking about it.
Tonight, I’m going to make her come harder than she ever has before. I’m going to own her body. Show her what she’s missing. And then I’m going to tuck her in and make her yearn for more. I’ll dole it out in pieces. Like little breadcrumbs on a path she’ll have to follow. I will not rush and give her the satisfaction of thinking I don’t take this seriously.
Because I do.
Those pictures? Those other women? They don’t mean shit. And I’m happy to prove it.
I’m not stupid and I know her well enough to understand that no matter what I do tonight, she’s going to freak out tomorrow. I’m well prepared to get a different version of Billie in the morning. She won’t be the molten, hungry, pliant version of her I have right now. But I’ll enjoy this while I have it, and I’ll prove to her this Billie should come out to play with me more often.
Because this is a game I intend to win.
I want to throw Billie down and ravage her. But I also want to treat her like porcelain. I don’t want to break this tenuous agreement we seem to have arrived at. She puts up a tough facade, plays up her peppy personality, but I see the sad girl she hides under there. The shy, mistrustful one who’s had to fight tooth and nail to get to where she is, and will beat a stranger’s ass with a whip.
I lay her down on the bed and move over her, resting my elbows on either side of her head. I kiss her again. Reverently. Her lips are putty beneath mine, open and eager. Her moans and sighs are like lightning strikes on dry grass. Fuel for my fire. I want more. I want to hear her lose control and scream my name. I want to imprint this in my mind. On my body… on hers.
I retreat from her lips to watch her face. Moonlight through the window showcases her delicate features, illuminating all the feminine angles and dips across her cheeks, at the base of her throat, and along her collar bones. I want to lick each one.
Her eyes glow amber, cat-like in their color and shape, and they search my face with an openness I haven’t seen before. Her full, heart-shaped lips are slightly parted, and I can’t help but imagine pressing my cock there. Watching it slide between her lips. Watching those feline eyes go wide. Feeling her moan vibrate through me as she swallows my hard length.
Just thinking about it has me impossibly hard. She hasn’t even touched me, and I’m about ready to explode. Across her face, or those full tits. But I have a plan and painting her with my come will have to wait for another time. Because I’m just getting started.
I stand up and look down, towering above her. Her beauty, the wanton look on her face, almost undoes me. My breath seizes in my chest. She’s splayed out beneath me for the taking, all long lean limbs with that thick chestnut mane spread around her like a halo.
Like the most delicious dessert, ready for me to devour.
She doesn’t shy away from my gaze as my eyes roam her body. The thin, black, poor excuse for a robe she’s wearing doesn’t leave much to the imagination. A deep V runs from her shoulders, just covering her nipples, to where it ties around her slender waist. From there a mirrored V runs down her toned thighs, barely covering her.
I grab one end of the tie around her waist and yank. The knot unravels easily, and I hook a finger under each panel of the robe and drag it back, exposing her smooth moonlit body.
I knew Billie is hard on her appearance. I didn’t miss the self-deprecating way she referred to herself as an amazon or acted like I’d be horrified to see her with unbrushed hair and a clean face. But she couldn’t be more off base. Spread out beneath me, naked and wet for me, all I can think is: mine.
Perky breasts. Just a handful. All I need. Toned shoulders and arms, flared hips, firm stomach and thighs, all from years of riding and manual labour around a farm. I’m not sure how I haven’t found her completely irresistible since day one.
Was I blind? She looks damn near perfect to me.
She looks like no other man should ever enjoy this view again. If anyone ever made her feel anything short of stunning and supremely fuckable, they are idiots.
I kneel at the edge of the bed, right in front of her, ready to worship at her altar, and I don’t miss the way she wets her bottom lip as I do.
I drag my hands along her calves, and rotate them under her ass, right between her bare skin and soft thin fabric of her robe.
“Scoot down, Billie.”
She lifts her head to look at me but says nothing. Her eyes say it all. Her breaths morph into pants that rattle her chest. Her pelvis pops up much too slow and my impatience takes over. I grab her by the hips and pull her down, eliciting a gasp.
With her ass close to the edge of the bed, knees folded up, and heels pressed into the mattress, I rub a thumb over each hip bone and hold her there, exposed. “Tell me what you want.”
“I… I want you to keep going,” is her stuttered, breathy response.
Hearing her say she wants it, wants me, makes my cock swell and my heart quake in my chest. Billie is so guarded, so untouchable, this admission feels like something else altogether.
I press a gentle kiss to the inside of her knee. “I can do more.” Don’t have to tell me twice.
I hook my hands beneath her knees and spread them, kissing my way up the inside of her soft thigh as I hook one leg over my shoulder. Her pussy glistens now. This close, I can see that she is soaked. I did that to her.
“Fuck. Billie. You look edible.”
She turns her head to the side, covering her face with one hand to stifle the moan she can’t hold back. Sweet girl, you don’t know what you’re in for.
I place her other heel back on the bed and spread her wider for me. Driving myself wild. I am truly torturing myself here. Both of us, probably.
I run one thumb up through her folds, brushing gently across her clit at the top of my stroke. Watching her velvet skin move around me. Her hips buck off the bed. I rub again and watch her squirm and writhe. So responsive. So sensitive. I dip the pad of my thumb into her pussy and feel the leg that’s now slung over my shoulder tremble.
“Vaughn. Please.” She moans.
“Please what?” I ask, watching the top joint of my thumb pump in and out of her, slick and tight.
She pushes up onto her elbows, the wild look in her eyes reflected in my own. “I need more. Give me more.”
Without breaking eye contact, I slowly drag my thumb back out of her and swirl it across her sensitive bud. Her head drops back as she cries out, pressing her round tits up into the air like the embodiment of ecstasy. I love watching her.
Focusing back down between her legs, I pull her closer and drag my tongue through her core. Slowly.
I faintly hear her, “Fuck, yes.” Her entire body shivers around me.
That tremor is all it takes to snap the fragile grip on my control. And I’m pressing her legs open. Devouring her. Reaching up to manhandle her breasts. Rolling her hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She thrashes around me in pleasure. Her unfiltered words are a stream of consciousness, of desire, that stoke the fire burning inside of me. “Keep going. Don’t stop. Harder. More. I want you to fuck me, Vaughn.”
I should have known she’d be just as vocal in bed as she is out. She’s begging for it. And my cock is so hard. Harder than it’s ever been. It hurts. And Billie tastes like heaven on my tongue. So, I don’t even care.
Both her legs curl around my neck. Pulling me closer. Her hips gyrate, pressing herself into my mouth shamelessly. I fucking love it.
“Vaughn, I’m so close,” she pants out at me, entranced by the show happening between her legs.
I stop and look up at her wickedly.
She whimpers. “I said don’t stop.”
I smirk and remove one hand from where it’s been gripping her ass cheek. Then two fingers are there, and I thrust them in with one hard stroke.
Her head tips back again as she cries out, “Fuck.”
Fuck is right. Fuck, I love watching that.
I focus back down on my fingers. Setting a rhythm. Pushing and pulling. Watching them move in and out of her wet heat.
“Oh, god,” is all it takes for me to add my mouth back into the mix, swirling my tongue around and pressing down on her bundle of nerves.
Billie’s body is tight and writhing beneath my ministrations. She pinches her nipples. Good girl. I can feel the tension in her pelvis building. Like a coil waiting to release. To fire off. To explode.
And then she does.
“Oh, my god. Vaughn! I’m—” Everything around me clenches. Her legs. Her pussy. And her hands, which are now in my hair, pulling me into her. Vibrations wrack her body as I pump my fingers and lap at her, drawing out her orgasm for as long as I can.
Eventually, her body relaxes around mine. And the enormity of what we’ve just done hits me.
Time stands still. I’m wrapped up in Billie—her heavy breathing, her skin, her scent—and I realize this time it’s different. With Billie it’s more. My cock is about to self-destruct, and all I can think about is kissing her, holding her, and making her come again. And again.
Watching her fall apart all around me must be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Months of build up, months of feelings, all toppling over into the single most satisfying sexual encounter of my life.
I am so fucked.