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“Watch me.” He jumps from the bed and disappears into the bathroom, returning a few short minutes later, more than ready to go. One look at his hard cock, at attention for me and me alone, I joke, “Maybe I will take you up on your marriage proposal.”
He gets on the bed, sitting up against the headboard, and I climb onto his lap, rubbing my pussy against him, making us both even hotter than we were before. He grabs for the bottle again and I take a breath and snatch it from him, taking a few gulps, trying to drain it before he can have any more.
His eyes are wide, his gaze distant, but he doesn’t say anything as he reaches to the side and opens the bedside table drawer, revealing a box of condoms. I do my best to ignore the pang of jealousy I feel as I grab one, open it, and roll it on him, but as I rise to my knees, I tip his chin up to look at me.
“Can you see me, Bill?”
“Yes,” he replies, resting his head back against the headboard while I take him inside me. We sink together and I whimper as he pulls me in close and takes a nipple in his mouth, swirling and sucking, bringing it to a hard point.
We rock together, hitting all the right spots, and I tease him, breathlessly, “I thought you young guys finished first. You’ve got stamina for days, Mr. Casanova.”
He grabs hold of my hips, pulling me down tight as he thrusts into me, hard. “I can give it to you all night, Adley.” He slows his pace, smirking as he leans back again against the headboard and says almost lazily, “But I’d rather watch you take it from me. “
And take it from him, I do. He lets me take control and I move over him in a steady rhythm, our bodies grinding together while heholds my hips. Stroking his hands across my belly and then down to my clit where he rubs rhythmically, encouraging me to keep going.
Without breaking eye contact, Billy searches for my hands, entangling our fingers as we kiss and slowly grind. He squeezes my hands, pulsing with each rock of my hips on his, and it’s insanely intimate. There is something so sensual about being joined by hands and body.
Picking up speed, I lean back, arching my back and placing my hands on his thick thighs, behind me. He immediately smooths his hands up my stomach, brushing the underside of my breasts, delicately.
“Billy. Give me more.” My hips rock, grinding into him as I moan, “I’m close.” He thumbs my nipples, flicking them quickly, and it’s exactly what I need. “Yes! Keep doing that!”
“Come on, Adley. Come for me! I need to see you fall apart. Make me feel it.” His coaxing words are soothing despite his tense body, and he tugs on my nipples again, sending me over the edge as he moans, “That’s it. Oh fuck, that’s it! You should see how fucking gorgeous you are right now.”
My body holds him tight inside as he comes, his cock twitching inside me, and, and I slow my movement, but I don’t stop as I work him for all he has.
“That was insane.” I’m still riding him, slowly, and his hands drift over my skin. Every inch he touches becomes more sensitive than the next. “I take back everything I said about you being a sloppy- Oh!”
He sits up quickly, flipping me to my back, still inside me, he rotates his hips over mine and my laugh turns to a moan. “You better fucking take it back! And when we’re married, you’re going to make it up to me every night, foreverdoubting my skills.“ He bites the space where my neck meets my shoulder and I cry out.
This is a dangerous game we just played, and I lost big time.
***
Waking nextto Billy has me imagining all kinds of scenarios I have no business allowing to pass through my mind. And though I don’t want to think about everyone else he’s slept with; he never once made me feel like I was just another girl last night. The guy knows how to move. He knew how to stay attuned to every little moan and whisper of ‘yes’. His touch was light at times and heavy when I needed it rough.
It’s like he could read my mind. We’re so familiar with each other, it’s scary. I didn’t know it could be like this. I didn’t know there could be so much passion, so much heat with one glance that I just can’t wait to be torn apart.
It was different.
Hewas different.
And this is the part where I throw the book. Where I throw the pen or slam the laptop because I can’t be one of those stupid, broken girls in the books who fall head over heels in love with the infamous playboy.
Real life doesn’t work out that way.
Mine certainly hasn’t. But maybe things are looking up?
Finding Billy still passed out cold, I ease from the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up. Remembering every touch, every lingering look, the way he lasted until I came first, I never had that in a man before. He was considerate. He was tempting. And I want more. When he said the ‘M’ word, I didn’t break out into hives. I could actually see us together.
Using the bathroom, I turn to the sink and wash my hands. Grabbing the hand towel that is laid on the counter, I knock something on the floor, so I bend to pick it up, my eyes focusing but my brain refusing to believe I’m holding what I am.
And I realize Billy has bigger problems than just alcohol.
Coke.
Dropping the small baggie on the counter, I shake my head and stare back at the woman in the mirror. I desperately talk myselfoutof running, and then I talk myselfintorunning.
I can’t do this. I can’t witness another addict destroy himself. My dad did it and killed our family right along with it.
