Chapter 11
Billie kept her eyes on the screen, but there was no denying the tension between them. She could practically feel the electricity sizzling between them, just like it always had. It was damn near palpable and even though she’d just given him the ‘talk,’ which basically outlined all the ways she didn’t trust him, she wanted him to touch her.
It hung in the air between them like all the words she wanted to find but just couldn’t say. They slithered on the back of her tongue like her deepest fears danced in her chest, and for some reason, she kept quiet.
What if he expects it out of me?
What if he changes his mind?
What if this doesn’t work out?
Billie knew, deep down in her heart, that it was okay if she gave in, just a little. Her mind would never let her relax if she gave unto it every time she didn’t feel the most comfortable, and it isn’t like Slayer hadn’t seen this first hand before. He would know.
“Billie?”
“Yes?”
“Relax, I ain’t gonna pounce on ya. I wouldn’t take advantage of ya like that.”
For an outlaw, he really was being polite. Now her head was spinning, fantasizing about all the outlaw things he could to do her. She wondered how far he would take it, if he would talk dirty to her; if he would push the limits of their sexual boundaries like he never did when they were kids.
“Slayer?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Will you touch me?”
It was dark, the candles were casting the room in a warm glow, and Billie’s heart was pounding in her chest. She glanced up at him from beneath her lashes, curious as to his response. He swallowed hard, his beard dark against his skin in the dim lighting. She watched the way his mouth worked, the way his lips quirked slightly at her request.
“Are you sure?”
“Don’t ask, just do,” She said breathily.
Billie wasn’t drunk this time, she was stone cold sober, and she didn’t have any excuses as to why she wanted this. She just knew that if she didn’t open herself up on her own, she probably never would.
Stained sheets and stained cheeks,
They lie so good, but they always leave.
Don’t cry pretty girl, best not to believe,
Be silent, be poised, your tears are your secret to keep.
Slayer looked like he was going to hesitate and she couldn’t have that, so she picked up his hand and ran his fingers through her hair. She dragged the calloused tips of his long fingers across her cheek, down the column on her neck, until the blunt edges of his nails were just barely scraping the underside of her chin.
He watched her with wide eyes, his attention trained on her skin as she bared it to him. She pushed aside the collar of her cardigan as his breath escaped from between his teeth in a hiss. She opened the palm of his hand, spread his fingers wide, and slipped it down into the valley of her breasts.
“We don’t have to do this.”
“We do.”
“We don’t have-”
“I want to,” She reassured him as she slowly began to unbutton her cardigan and slide it off her shoulders. His eyes were riveted on every sliver of skin she exposed. It was magnetic, whatever was happening between them, but neither one of them wanted to make the first move.
So, he just watched.
And, he waited.
Billie knew she had his undivided attention and that the movie was ling forgotten now, so she but her bottom lip and dropped the cardigan over the other side of the couch, behind the fort.
You’re not the one, but you’ve already won,
Dark like the night, but you burn brighter than the sun.
“You’re so beautiful,” He murmured.
Billie was blushing, she was sure of it, and there was nothing she could do to stop it or hide it. It felt good and foreign to have his sober eyes on her. This wasn’t the drunk fumbling from the other night. This was her, in control, in front of the only man she’d ever given all of herself to. It didn’t feel so scary once she had her shirt up and over her head, either.
“Stop, just let me…let me look at you,” He whispered.
Billie was more than happy to oblige.
“Reach behind you and unclasp your bra.”
Billie did as he asked, doing her best to stay calm so that she could enjoy it. She didn’t want her walls to shoot up out of nowhere like they loved to do. As her bra hit the carpet near their feet, he sucked in a slow breath and looked up at her, “I don’t know what to do, Billie. You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”
Warmth spread throughout her whole body, like a cloud of smoke that threatened to make her float and suffocate all in the same deep breath.
“Take off your shirt,” She demanded.
Slayer did his best to remove his cut and his shirt in one go before tossing them towards her bra on the outside of their little fort. Billie hadn’t realized how little space they had between them before then, but she didn’t mind. He was closer, she could touch him- and she did. She ran her fingertips along the underside of his collarbones before she branched out and reached for his shoulders. He was warm and soft and hard all at once, and it was like her hands were trying to understand a foreign language.
When it became obvious he liked her gentle exploring, she dug her nails in. He hissed and captured her hands in his tight grip, his blue eyes meeting hers.
“Don’t test waters you ain’t ready to swim in yet, baby.”
Lay your weary head to rest, for your work here is done,
You’re a blessing, you’re a curse, but he thinks you’re just for fun.
Billie wanted to swim though, so badly she could feel her pulse in her pussy, and if that weren’t a good sign she didn’t know what was; she didn’t exactly find herself with another man very often, so Slayer had no idea how big of a deal that was. She’d been with other men, yeah, but none of them ever made her body come to life the way she wanted it to.
They were both shirtless and between them she could feel the heat rising as he reached for her and pressed his mouth to hers. She’d always loved his mouth, the way it spoke and the way it fit against hers. Some things were just made to be, and this was one of the things she didn’t want to question.
His mouth parted over hers, his breath landed on her chin as he cupped the back of her head and tilted her to the side. His other hand wrapped around her waist to anchor him to her, and suddenly, six years melted away. They were young and undamaged again, they were whole and unbroken. Billie couldn’t feel an ounce of hesitation as she answered his kiss with a swipe of her tongue against his.
His grip on her was tight as steel and just as strong; there was no way he was letting her go until he was satisfied. She didn’t even realize he was laying her back against the blankets beneath them until her head hit the pillow, and even then, he didn’t stop kissing her. In fact, he tugged on the strands of her hair as he was pulling his hand from the back of her head, and deepened the kiss.
A small squeal of a sound left her throat, and she almost tensed from embarrassment, but he grunted in response. As he released his hold on her hair, he pushed her deeper into the blankets and slowly spread her thighs. Her jeans weren’t so tight that she couldn’t feel the probe of his fingers at the seat of them, his fingers just barely grazing her clit through the thick material.
She had no idea what he was going to do next, but she did know that whatever it was, she wanted it. She was so overcome with lust for him, with guttural want, that she couldn’t have stopped herself from touching him even if she wanted to.
Disappear just like a fog, like a ghost,
Fade away to that place no one knows.
His hair fell across her forehead as he leaned in to kiss her deeply again, the taste of him getting caught under her tongue. He was hot, pliable in her hands; he touched her in places she hadn’t been touched in a very long time.
Billie opened her eyes wide and watched as he peeked at her from heavy-lidded eyes and moved slightly lower.
“You got your nipples pierced, Billie?” She could only nod.
“My good girl went a little bad, huh? That’s so fuckin’ sexy, baby.”
To further prove his point, he dipped his blonde head and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. The metallic clank of her nipple ring against his teeth had her shivering slightly as his tongue laved at her. His mouth was warm and his tongue was rough against the tip of her nipple as she watched him. It was so fucking erotic to see him touching her, tasting her, like he’d been waiting for it.
Like he couldn’t get enough of her…
Billie couldn’t stop her fingers from weaving through his hair, from helping to lead him to her other breast so that it could receive the same attention. He grunted under his breath again, a sign that he liked her being a little more demanding.
Billie never had been very vocal in the sex department, not that she ever really got the opportunity. What she’d shared with Slayer in her youth was messy and desperate and nothing more than two teens learning each other; this was so much the same, and yet, so different.
Touching this man was so different in shape alone that she couldn’t keep her hand from leaning him now. It was new, he was new, and the longer he kept his tongue on her body, the more she wanted to learn all of him.
He surprised her when he sat back and reached for her hands before he raised them above her head and pressed them against the pillow under her head.
“Keep these here, Billie, and open that mouth of yours. I wanna hear what you like, and what you don’t,” He said intensely.
She almost came from the tone of his voice alone.
Slayer ran his hands along the sides of her body, his fingernails making goosebumps rise across her skin. She shivered, but she kept her hands in place, curious as to where this was going now. She could see the outline of his hard dick through his jeans and her mouth started to water. Billie wanted to taste him.
“Good girl,” He whispered as he pinched both of her nipples.
Billie jumped and her fingers curled into the pillow above her head, her mouth parting and a groan leaving her lips. He looked up at her, his hair falling into his face. He looked like a fierce warrior with the scar over his eyebrow and all of his tattoos; he looked like he was there to conquer her, and she couldn’t convince herself that it was a bad idea.
“You like that, huh?”
“Y-yes,” She replied.
He didn’t smile or give her any indication that he heard her, but he did keep his hands moving south. He popped the button on her jeans and slid his hand inside, cupping the mound of her pussy through her silk panties.
“Fuck, these are so sexy,” He said roughly. The red material peeked at her from opening of her fly, and she blushed again. The old Slayer definitely wouldn’t have said that.
“I wore them for you,” She admitted.
He snapped the elastic band around her hips and chewed on his bottom lip.
“Red is my favorite color.”
“I remember.”
“Even though you told me earlier you aren’t sure if you want sex?”
Billie swallowed hard, her heart almost pounding into her throat.
“I want you, I just want to trust you, too,” She admitted.
He seemed to like her honesty because he massaged each of her breasts before he pinched her nipples just beneath her nipple rings. She arched her back but she kept her hands above her head, just like she was supposed to.
“You can trust me, and I’m gonna show you that.”
Billie wanted to believe him, so she lifted her hips against his hand and wiggled slightly. He rewarded her by curling his fingers and rubbing her clit gently. She closed her eyes and sighed in a bliss, a sound he liked. He worked his fingers against her a little harder and she whined his name. If he wasn’t careful he was going to make her come already, and she wanted to prolong it a little while longer.
“I’m gonna take your pants off now. Hands above your head and let me do the work.”
Billie didn’t have a reasonable argument for that, so she let him remove her pants and felt his fingers tracing the insides of her thighs as soon as they were gone. She slowly opened her eyes again to watch him, and she wasn’t disappointed.
He looked so sexy watching her every move, her every reaction, the way her body responded to him. He was like a composer and she was the sheet music; he was reading her like he’d never heard her melody before. She fucking loved it.
“You’ve gotta be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” He whispered gruffly.
He dipped his fingers into the elastic of her panties again and worked to drag them down her thighs, down her legs, until she was completely naked. Billie jumped when he spread her thighs wider and pressed his thumb against her clit.
“You’re so fuckin’ wet, Billie. You want me to touch you?”
“Yes, yes,” She said.
He didn’t disappoint as he leaned down to sip her lips again, his teeth catching her bottom lip and tugging. She rose up slightly to meet him again, their tongues clashing, his fingers spreading her pussy open and teasing her opening. She was shaking, shivering, she was so aroused.
“Please, Noah,” She begged.
“Please what, baby?”
“Touch me.”
“I am touchin’ you,” He argued.
Billie huffed out a breath, ready to argue, ready to demand that he put something inside of her, before she started to ache from how badly she wanted him. He stopped her at the last second when he pushed a finger inside of her, his breath catching.
“Shittt, you’re so tight.”
Billie couldn’t answer; she was so ready to combust, that words failed her. He didn’t stop there though, he circled her clit and added another finger to the equation, filling her. She arched against his hand, worked her hips to catch some friction, groaned his name when he finally gave her what she wanted.
Slayer’s hand was like a magical instrument as he finger-fucked her, his mouth pressed against hers. Her hands were above her head still, but she longed to reach for him, to hold onto him when she came.
“I wanna touch you,” She said against his lips.
“Then touch me,” He rasped.
Billie didn’t waste time as she wrapped her hands around his shoulders, scored the length of his back, gripped him so tightly as she pressed into him. She was ready to beg him to fuck her, to ask him to take his pants off and give her the better end of the deal, when her muscles tensed and she felt the first waves of her orgasm start.
Nothing mattered then, not even the sexy words he was whispering in her ear as he watched her come all over his hand. He reveled in it, urging her to keep coming, to ride it out as long as she could. He didn’t stop touching her pussy either, he dragged it out as long as he could before she laid back against the blankets, spent.
“I want you to come,” She said as she reached for his pants. He stopped her though, and kissed her again before he shook his head.
“What? Why?”
He started to chuckle, and she had no idea why he was laughing at her…
“As much as I find this ironic, I’d be a shit man if I fucked you now, Billie. You ain’t ready, and we both know it. When the time is right, you’ll know, and you’ll tell me.”
“You don’t want to?”
He hurriedly cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again before he pressed one of her small palms to the length of his dick.
“So much so that it’s fuckin’ painful. Don’t ever think that, baby, okay? I just want to make it right for ya.”
Billie thought that was the sweetest thing he’d said and done, and he was right. She wasn’t ready and she would regret it if she rushed it now. She slowly nodded and kissed him again.
“Do you think we could kiss, just for a little while?”
“I’ll kiss you until we fall asleep if you want me to, Billie. I’ll never get tired of it.”
Shed your armor, your scales, and all of your skin,
Here in your safe place, you don’t have to let anyone in…