WARNING: SMUT!
A/N
Sorry for edging y'all last chapter how about a 2.2k words smut scene as an apology?
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"Do you want me, Billy?" You whispered.
"I want you," he answered.
And with his response, your lips came crashing down against his again. Salty tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the taste of his lips. You yearned for more, deepening the kiss, Billy reciprocated though his moans came muffled against your lips. You kissed him, in anger for the way he left you, in anger for the way you cared for him.
As the intensity of the kiss grew, Billy's breathy whimpers resonated against your lips, and you held the kiss there before finally pulling away, allowing both of you a moment to catch your breath. Your chest heaved in an effort to regain both of your breaths. Billy's cheek was flushed, his mouth gapped open trying to steady his breath, his lips red from your bites, and his eyes teary from the lack of oxygen. The sight of him, disheveled and vulnerable, sent a flutter through your stomach.
Brushing away the lingering tears from your cheeks, you couldn't help but smile at him. "You should see yourself," you said.
"Do I look pathetic?" he replied, his hands hesitantly reaching for the buttons of your blouse, his gaze locked onto yours, seeking reassurance and permission.
You grasped his hand firmly, pinning it to the mattress beside him. "Don't you think you've been acting a bit unfairly towards me lately?"
"Have I?" Billy asked, a hint of genuine surprise flickering across his face before he quickly regained his composure. "I'm sorry," he apologized, his voice softening.
Then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he tilted his head playfully. "Are you going to punish me for it?" He whispered, his smile teasing, and his eyelashes fluttering up at you as if pleading for forgiveness. You weren't wearing a bra and Billy couldn't take his eyes off your nips that protruded from underneath your shirt, he made it quite obvious, and a thought crossed your mind.
"Should I punish you?" You asked playing along with him. Your hands trailed down to the buttons of his shirt, deftly unfastening them one by one, each movement deliberate and teasing.
"Don't be too cruel to me," he whispered, his breath catching as your fingers traced the contours of his sides. Your gaze traveled over his toned body, fingers tracing the defined lines up to his chest. Giving both his nipples a playful pinch, Billy nearly jumped in response.
"W-wait," he sat up stammering, but you gently pushed him back down.
"Shh, quiet now. It's late," you teased with a soft giggle, continuing your playful torment, alternating between gentle strokes and teasing pinches.
Billy's hand came to cover his eyes, embarrassed to look up at you. He bit his lip trying to keep the noise to himself, only grunts coming out.
You did tell him to be quiet but with the scene in front of you, how you wanted to ruin him. With his eyes covered he couldn't see how you leaned down, your lips hovering over his nipple. Your warm breath against it caused Billy to move his hand and look at you in shock, but before he could protest you gave it a lick. His eyes widened in surprise, but his lips parted in a breathy sigh of pleasure.
You gave him another teasing lick, your hand continuing its gentle torment on his other nipple, all while maintaining intense eye contact. Billy looked at you, a mix of shock and pleasure on his face, unable to hold back his soft, sweet noises.
Billy had finally had enough, grabbing your hand to push you gently back. "Enough," he pleaded, though his cheeks were flushed a bright red.
You looked down at his now pinker and more swollen nipples. "You didn't enjoy that?" you asked, a playful smile on your lips as you straddled his pelvis, feeling his arousal pressing against you, eliciting a small moan from you. You couldn't resist the temptation to rock your hips back and forth, savoring the sensations.
Billy looked back at you, too embarrassed to answer. "Can I touch you, please?" he asked, his hands already moving to your waist.
"How do you want to touch me, Billy?" you asked, unbuttoning your blouse, and throwing it aside. "Do you want to touch me the way I touched you?" You guided his hands up your waist to your chest, holding them there. "Do you want to touch them?" You brushed his thumbs against your nipples as you continued your slow, tantalizing movement against his pelvis, biting your lower lip to stifle your moans.
"You're killing me," he breathed out before hugging you against him and flipping you on your back inciting a surprised yelp from you, as you were now faced with a Billy hovering over you.
Billy lowered his head to your neck, breathing in your scent as if savoring it. "you'll ruin me," he whispered, planting soft kisses along your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as his kisses turned into playful nips, leaving a trail of red marks from your neck to your collarbone. "Can I have more of you?" He asked, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you, his hand gripping your disheveled skirt.
You nodded, and before you could even offer to help him remove your skirt, Billy impatiently yanked it off and tossed it aside. In his eagerness, he quickly removed your underwear, accidentally tearing it in the process. You gasped, realizing you might have pushed the teasing a bit too far.
"I'll buy you another," Billy assured you quickly before hastily moving down between your legs.
"Wait!" You grabbed Billy's hair, stopping his movement, feeling flustered by the sudden shift in power dynamics. Billy looked up at you, a hint of annoyance in his eyes, waiting for you to continue. "Wasn't I supposed to be punishing you?"
His gaze shifted down to your intimate area, causing your cheeks to flush even hotter. You yanked his hair to force his eyes back to yours. "Stop looking," you said, your voice shaky.
"Haven't you punished me enough?" Billy breathed out, his warm breath tantalizingly close to your sensitive area, sending a shiver down your spine. He placed gentle kisses on your inner thigh, leaving tender marks. "Please," he whispered softly.
Releasing his hair, you reclined against the headboard, surrendering. "Okay," you admitted.
His smile in response made your heart race so fast you could feel the pulsing in your ears. As he touched you, you instinctively covered your mouth to muffle the sounds escaping from you. You felt Billy's smile against your skin, but his movements didn't cease. His tongue began a slow, torturous journey, moving up and down before finding your clit, where it circled skillfully, causing you to press your hand harder against your mouth to stifle your moans.
You looked down at Billy just to meet his eyes that never left your face, reading your every expression, and absorbing each sound you made.
His pace quickened, and you felt yourself teetering on the brink. Strings of his name slipped from your lips, and a particularly intense stroke pushed you over the edge. As you climaxed, both hands shot to cover your mouth, watching as Billy rode out the waves of your pleasure.
Once the intensity ebbed, Billy continued with deliberate slowness, pushing you into a realm of overstimulation. You squirmed beneath him, but his grip on your hips anchored you in place.
"Billy," you whimpered, meeting his gaze with pleading eyes. He withdrew one hand, and a sigh of relief escaped your lips, but it was short-lived. He slid a finger inside you, causing you to gasp and your back to arch involuntarily.
His finger found your g-spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you, the sensation amplified by his continued attentiveness to your clit. He added another finger, his moans and whimpers vibrating against your skin, intensifying your pleasure. As you felt a second, more powerful wave approaching, you grabbed a nearby pillow, burying your face in it and clenching it tightly to stifle your cries, your nails digging into the fabric as you muffled the sounds escaping from you.
Billy released his grip on your hip, leaving behind a red handprint that contrasted with your flushed skin. As you struggled to catch your breath, your gaze met his, noting his face glistening with your juices. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
"Don't be too proud now," you managed to say between breaths, letting your head fall back onto the bed. It was undeniably the most intense experience you'd ever had with a man. Despite the lingering pleasure, you could feel your walls now clench around nothing, how you wished you could just feel him inside you now.
Billy chuckled, brushing your tousled hair from your face to better see your expression. "you're so beautiful," he said, clearly captivated by you. You pressed a kiss to his hand before your attention was drawn to the prominent bulge in his pants and the damp patch, proof that he wanted you as much as you wanted him.
You sat up, moving to unbutton his pants when Billy's hands halted yours. You looked up confused, "are you okay?" you asked, as Billy's face showed signs of nervousness and hesitance.
"It's..." Billy began, searching for the right words. "This would be my first time," he admitted, his eyes meeting yours.
You were stunned, your mouth falling open in surprise. Despite his lack of experience, he had managed to bring you to climax twice already.
"Oh," you said softly. "That's okay," you reassured him, though doubts began to creep into your mind. In older times, virginity was highly valued, right? Perhaps Billy was a god-fearing man, holding onto it for someone special. "Do you want to stop?" you asked cautiously.
"God, no," he responded quickly, fumbling with his pants in his haste. You couldn't help but giggle at his awkwardness as you assisted him. Once his pants and underwear were discarded, you took a moment to appreciate his size, feeling him pulse and twitch under your touch.
His hip buckling slightly into your palm. "Don't you want your first time to be with someone you love," you teased him.
Billy's response was a whimper as he leaned in, capturing your lips with his own. "I love you," he moaned against your mouth, "I love you, Ruby," he said, the weight of his confession leaving you breathless.
His head found its way to your shoulder as you continued to stroke him, feeling him grow even harder against your hand. As you moved your hand in a slow, deliberate rhythm, a string of curses and moans spilled from his lips, whispered into your ear. Your lips found his neck, as you began leaving playful red marks, same as he had done to you.
As your thumb brushed over the tip of his member, he shuddered against you, his breath hitching in his throat. He grabbed your hand stopping your strokes as he lifted his head to look at you, "I'm at my limit," he whispered, as he grabbed your hips pulling you lower to the bed causing your head to fall completely on the bed. Billy took a moment to admire your body before he began caressing your breasts, "are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes," you responded, anticipation building within you. Billy positioned himself at your entrance, one hand holding your breast while the other's thumb circled your clit. You began to whimper even before he entered you, and when he did, a high-pitched sound escaped your lips. He slowly moves all in, the stretch uncomfortable but not painful as you close your eyes, feeling close already.
"Fuck," Billy hisses adjusting to you, as he instinctively rolls his hip into yours before forcing himself to stop. "Sorry," he apologizes, his eyes searching yours. "Are you alright?" You simply nod, unable to say a single word, focusing on the feeling of him inside you.
Billy starts slow, ensuring you're comfortable with his pace before gradually speeding up, driven by his own rising pleasure. Your hand grips his back tightly, leaving claw marks in its wake. He hisses at the sting but maintains his rhythm, rolling his hips into you with increasing urgency.
You feel that familiar sensation building again, your walls involuntarily tightening around him as your voice grows louder. "Billy," you whimper, "I'm close." He moans in response, your tightening grip almost overwhelming him. As you climax, waves of pleasure wash over you, and Billy continues his movements, riding out your release.
As you begin to come down from your high, Billy curses softly and pins both your hands above your head. "Sorry, I can't hold back anymore," he says, picking up speed as he seeks his own climax. Your voice was uncontrollable now as his hands pressed down on your wrists, adding a hint of pain that only heightened your pleasure. Watching your furrowed brow and flushed cheeks, he uses your expression to drive him over the edge. "Fuck," he says before quickly removing himself from you and stroking himself to a finish. He leans his head back as his member pulses with strings of white landing on your stomach.
You looked at him, admiring the bead of sweat on his neck, covered in your hickies. He carefully cleaned you up and collapsed in the bed next to you. He turns to you and smiles, you can't help but give one back, the moonlight casting on Billy's face making him more beautiful to you in this moment.
Billy gently took your hands, pressing a soft kiss to each of your wrists, "I'm sorry," he apologized, "did it hurt?" he asked, looking at the marks on your wrists, hoping it wouldn't bruise.
"It's okay," you reassured him. "It was hot," you added, giggling, which prompted Billy to raise an eyebrow and join in your laughter. "Do you think I was too loud?" you asked, a twinge of guilt creeping in. "I don't know if I can face Catherine tomorrow."
"She's a heavy sleeper," " Billy replied, planting a comforting kiss on your forehead. His gaze lingered on you, causing your cheeks to flush, self-conscious about your disheveled appearance.
"Something on my face?" you ask.
Billy shook his head, his eyes filled with sincerity. "I was just thinking about how beautiful you are," he confessed, eliciting a shy smile from you. "I meant what I said earlier. I'm in love with you."
You paused, meeting his gaze. "Me too," you whispered. "I'm in love with you too."
At your confession, Billy's smile widened, and he pulled you close, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat you, both drift off to sleep.
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A/N
Am I forgiven?🥺