Billi Jean (20 page)

“Oh!”

He rubbed up along the crease, letting her feel his thickness. Pre-cum wet her lower back and the inside curves of her ass, and he shuddered.

Her butt arched up, and she turned her head to watch him rub his cock between her rounded ass cheeks.

“Mmm, look at you, Russell.”

He did. His cock was huge, swollen and thick against the pale curves of her ass. Knowing she watched hit him like a shot of pure lust.

“Oh, yeah. That’s how close I am, baby. I need you. Are you ready?” Instead of waiting for an answer he leant forward to close the distance between them and nuzzled her mouth, taking a fierce kiss from her before tracing his fingers over her core. She was dripping. Thank fuck. He deepened the kiss, taking her mouth with long, slow glides of his tongue along hers and aligned his cock against her pussy lips. “Spread wider. Fuck, yeah. Like that.” He growled as he lost the power to speak coherently when she thrust back, burying his cock halfway in her silky heat. He drove forward in slow thrusts, working his way inside her as gently as he could.

She was so tight he nearly spent his load when her wet muscles clamped around his dick. Finally sinking in to the hilt, he groaned, leaning over her completely so he could nuzzle her neck.

“Good?”

“Oh, God…so good… Don’t stop, Russell, don’t stop.”

She shivered, panted against his cheek and moved her head to nip his lip. He’d swatted her ass before he’d even thought about it, and she jumped in surprise, then moaned in his ear before falling forward to grip the couch cushions with her fists. He pulled his cock out, shoved back in hard enough to drive his balls against her and smacked her lightly again. It was a heavy caress, not painful, but enough to add some pink to that luscious butt. She shuddered and broke the kiss, moaning into the couch, rubbing her face along the soft fabric before she flung her head back to stare up at him with a look of such hunger he felt his heart stutter in his chest.

“Russell?” She sounded confused, but also so sexy he was close to no return.

“Sunshine, you’re sexy as hell. You like that?” he asked, giving her one more little playful spank.

“Oh my God, yes. God, Russell!”

“Baby, you are so hot. Goddamn, you are so hot.”

She whimpered, arching that beautiful ass up for more, and he lost control.

His hips took over—he was on cruise control, barrelling down the road at top speed. His cock was driving and his hips were pounding so firmly against her flesh they were making smacking noises that he could hear even over his own groaning and her loud cries of pleasure.

She climaxed so fast and hard he nearly joined her right then and there, but held back by sheer willpower and digging his fingernails into the back of the couch above her head. He could barely let go of his grip long enough to bring his palm down once more on her warm ass, but when he did she whimpered and lifted her upper body to rub her head against his arm with a low sob of pleasure. He gripped her around the waist with his other hand and melded them tightly together, her back to his front, as he rocked her. She moaned long and low against his neck. His cock swelled at the sound. With another cry, she bit down on his jaw and it was over.

He pressed her back down so her chest hit the couch and cupped her wet pussy with one hand and her ass in the other and let go.
Apologies in advance.
His orgasm fired over him like a direct missile hit. He gushed deep, giving her all he had, and bent down to nip at her neck, sucking the spot afterwards, afraid of hurting her, he was so lost. She cried out and those tight muscles clamped down on his dick, shoving his pleasure so high he was groaning and coming, shuddering and bucking, feeling like she was ripping every bit of semen from his body.

Slowly, the world came into focus again, and he could feel small little shivers still trembling through Susan. Her pussy clenched around his cock when he shifted their positions so he wasn’t crushing her. He held in a groan, but heard her whimper where she’d buried her face in the crook of his arm. He held her tight, feeling her sweet breath against his skin as she shivered through another orgasm.

“Ah, baby, come for me. Fuck, you’re killing me, sweetheart.”

“Russell…” she cried, and arched her bottom against his thighs, clearly still deep in her climax. Could she be sexier?

He couldn’t move. He wanted her to come forever like this, her cute little face so shy against his biceps, seeking him for comfort as well as pleasure. It twisted him at the same time that it filled him with warmth. Sex had always been a release from the tension of a job that brought him close to death too many times. This was different. This was so different it wasn’t even in the same damn kingdom.

She cried out softly, her wet sheath so hot and tight on him he felt her clenching and shivering.

“Let it go, baby. God, you’re so hot, so hot. Let me give you some more,” he told her, shifting higher so he was crouched behind her on his feet, not his knees, with his cock tight in her hot pussy. He pressed her gently down by the shoulder blades so her stomach was more firmly on the couch and her ass tipped upwards. She was so flexible she arched her ass higher and gave him more to bump up against with each firm thrust as he settled into a firm, fast rhythm. “Oh, God, Russell. I can’t. Oh—”

She could. He pressed against her hips gently and ran his hands up and down her spine, lingering over her as he began a slow, steady rhythm. He bent low and brushed kisses all over her hot cheeks and soft lips. She latched on to his mouth, kissing him deep and long before he broke off to check on her.

“Like that, baby?”

“Dying. I’m dying.” She huffed a laugh that turned to a soft moan of pleasure when he pressed deeper. Blue eyes met his and he kissed her again. She licked his lips, sucking on his bottom lip while she found his hand and threaded their fingers.

Gods she was tearing him up.

With effort he released her mouth, but kept her close, watching her expressive face as he began a gentle, easy rhythm. She was wet, soft, and felt so good around his cock he never wanted to leave. His steady pushes felt too good. When she moaned softly, he reached around and thumbed her clit. She immediately arched her ass up and whimpered into the couch.

“Russell.”

Her muffled cry sent a shiver down his spine. He leant down to nuzzle her cheek, tasting her on his tongue as he forced himself to keep up the slow, steady glide and retreat of his cock, concentrating on making her as crazy as she was making him while keeping his cock from exploding. He needed more control. He wanted to love her for the rest of the night, like this, with her crying out with pleasure under him. She felt so soft and tight it was like burrowing into a hot, velvet fist.

“Russell! Oh God, no more, Russell!”

A laugh burst free and he nipped her shoulder lightly, giving her another swat at the same time. He felt her suck in a breath. Her pussy clenched around his cock. She liked to be spanked. And, hell, if he’d ever spanked a woman before, but for some reason she was making him want things he’d never stopped to even dream about. Well, maybe he’d dreamt about it, but he’d never done it.

“You like that? Just a little spank to get that gorgeous ass sensitive, that’s all it is, baby. It’s going to make us both come like never before.”

She groaned heavily and shoved back, raising her bottom up, and then bit her lip as she watched him. She was shy, he could tell, a little embarrassed, too, but he wasn’t stopping.

He brought his hand down again and grunted at how her pussy clenched on his dick. His eyes almost rolled back in his head. He wasn’t going to make it much longer.

“Oh, God, Russell.”

“Trust me, baby. This is so sexy, hot, so beautiful.” He smoothed a hand up from where he’d patted her ass to caress her all the way to her shoulder, then edged around to cup her breast, keeping his hips to a steady, slow rhythm while his other hand barely touched her sensitive clit. She was close again. “I want to fuck you like this for days, baby. Just like this.” He gave her all of him, burying his cock right to the hilt and shifted down to drive in even more.

“Russell! Oh, oh!”

“Tell me. Ask me. Beg me to make you come, baby.”

She bucked up, whimpering against his cheek, her mouth open and seeking his. He took her lips in a blistering kiss and felt her pussy clench. Without warning, he pinched her nipple and moved his mouth to bite her shoulder, shoving in hard, giving her one, two, three forceful lunges. He felt her body tighten. Her cries grew restless, hungry, and she tried to move her clit against his fingers.

He drove deep and stopped. “Say it, come on, darlin’. Play with the big boys, here.” Landing a heavy caress on her ass, he sucked on her delicate shoulder blade. Another brush of his hand on her bottom had her moaning, twisting, and trying to shove him back.

“Give it to me, give it to me.” Another firmer thrust, two more quick strokes of his fingers, and she reached back to grab him by the hair and tugged. He groaned but lowered his body firmly along her back to allow her to latch on to his lips. Her pussy felt like it cinched on him with each thrust of her tongue along his, almost like she was licking his cock instead of his mouth.

Damn, it was good. So good. And he could tell she was getting closer, so close it was killing him. Sweat poured off him, making them slick as he eased out until only the head of his cock remained inside her, teasing her while all he wanted was to drive in, hard and fast.

A frustrated sound erupted from her when he didn’t move. She tightened her hand in his hair and thrust back, trying to drive herself down his cock. She nearly managed it, but he grabbed hold of her waist and forced her still.

“Damn it, Russell, fuck me harder!”

He drove in as firmly as he could. Susan went wild. She tossed her hair and almost cracked her head on his chin. He groaned when she shoved back along his cock, meeting him in a rhythm that had them both nearing completion. Without warning, she turned her head and latched down on his shoulder with a bite that had him losing control. He came with an explosion that felt like his balls shot out a gallon of cum.

“Ah, fucking yeah! Bite me, baby. Just like that.”

She bucked under him, driving him in deeper, and bit down on his flesh. The jab of painful pleasure rushed through his system and he went completely mindless, wildly fucking her until they were both panting, breathless, and on the floor.

Suddenly dislodging him, she landed a smart smack on his ass. He jumped. And his cock swelled right back to full erection. Who knew?

“Russell, I’m not so sure you should have been smacking my butt like that.” She gripped his cock possessively and smacked his ass with her other hand.

A shiver shot up his spine. He fell back, spread-eagled on her floor, breathless and in heaven. She’d drained him. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Smiling, she crawled over his body so she could lean against him and rub her lips along his jaw. Her hair created a curtain, enclosing them in silk, and he felt at peace for the first time since he could remember.

“Mmm, maybe I want to play with this big boy, huh, darlin’?”

The air left his lungs. “Ah, baby, I’m a big boy, you can spank me harder than that.”

“Oh, Russell you are in for it now.”

Perfect. She was perfect.

Chapter Eleven

Russell woke up, barely conscious and so rested. He stretched tired, slightly sore muscles from marathon sex with her. She’d been so sweet, cuddled up to him all night, at least once he’d let her sleep. He’d clean forgotten he’d promised himself he’d talk to her about a few things.

Like the fear in her eyes.

And her sleeping in the U-Haul.

But she was tough to talk to. She seemed to have a sixth sense about when he wanted to discuss something serious and avoided any kind of topic he wanted to explore.

Already heavy and swollen, he reached for her but only encountered an empty bed. Half fearing he had dreamed up the day before, and the night too, he shot out of the covers, only to realise he was in her bed. But alone. He heard someone opening cabinets and drawers in the kitchen and his heart slowed down its pounding.

She was something. He slid out of bed, still a bit tired from all the sex they’d had. It took him some time to locate his bag under the bed, but he shoved his legs into a pair of sweatpants and padded down the hall to the kitchen in record time, rubbing his head in an attempt to wake his brain up. Maybe she was a morning person. He could adjust to that, surely.

When he turned the corner to the kitchen he stopped in his tracks. She was dressed in a pair of soft flannel pants with a white tank top. Pure lust flooded his system with a sharp enough jolt to wake him up better than any caffeine ever could.

“Hey, I—”

Susan gave a sharp gasp and spun around, her pink, slightly swollen lips parted in a surprised O. She staggered back a step and covered her chest with one hand. “Russell!”

He opened his mouth to ask her why she was out of bed, but his words died in his throat. She smiled, one of those sunbeam smiles that hit him right in the chest. The ones that made him want to turn around to see who she was so happy with. The next thing he knew she’d jumped into his arms, completely sure he’d catch her. She brushed kisses along his jaw, then wiggled out of his arms and danced back, all in a whirlwind of energy. Hell, she
was
a morning person.

“Good morning.”

He grunted, got a frown and blinked a few times. “Morning, baby.”

She gave him a look that suggested that wasn’t the nicest good morning, and he had better work on it.

He sat and admired her. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She gave him a few quick glances while she bustled around the kitchen, but he couldn’t quite get his brain working. He leant back and watched, content for the moment to let her morning routine settle over him. She’d brushed her hair. It shone dark and glossy under the sunshine spilling in through the large windows lining the back of the house. She’d not put on an overhead light and he liked that about her, and her house. She didn’t need one, but some people seemed to use lights no matter what. She fiddled with something on the stove, then shot him a curious look before quickly turning back to whatever she was doing.