The rise of her supple chest told me what she wanted, that heat creeping up the side of her neck and flushing across the tops of her breasts. She wanted a kiss, maybe even more than me, but that taste might be the death of us. It’d take everything off the table, precisely why I held back now.
I honest to God thought she’d take her hands off me in the end, take that challenge back but with little effort she was closing the distance. And me?
I fucking gave in when she was only two-thirds of the way there.
I brought up that other third, groaning as I sealed our lips, and gripped into that sequence. Pulling Billie onto my lap, I tasted her tongue and went in for more before she could pull back. My lips fucking burned, tongue surging with the taste of Merlot and beauty queen.
Our lips parted before I was ready, all her and definitely not me. Looking dizzied, Billie touched her mouth like she’d done after she kissed Niko. And the girl basically looked drunk after maybe only having a glass and a half of wine.
She huffed. “Maybe I need another kiss,” she said, looking at Niko who had a fucking grin on his face. He’d watched the whole thing, the fucker smiling only too wide. She smiled back. “I think I might need to compare.”
She acted like she wanted to reach for him then…
And fuck that.
My hand at the back of her neck, I forced her to me, claiming her mouth and squeezing her shoulders. She moaned beneath me, settling on my lap and rubbing that hot pussy up against me.
The burn surged directly into my cock, the fucker steel against my fly. I ground into her through her panties, and the couch shifted to my left.
“Night, kids,” Niko said, the couch rising. His deep chuckles sounded as he walked himself somewhere in the house, and I’d do something about that had I not had my hands full of Billie. He’d known exactly what he was doing tonight. Fuck, he’d known taking her back here in the first place would test me.
Fucking asshole.
Unconcerned with him at the moment, I kissed harder, shifting Billie and her supple curves on her back. I pushed that flimsy bit of top off her chest, the girl fucking bra-less, and her pink nipples arched right for my mouth.
I flicked one with my tongue, needing a taste, and Billie wriggled so hard beneath my mouth I thought my dick would snap my fly at the seam.
I drew her whole nipple in, laving on her flushed tits as I shifted my attention from one to the other. She tried to unbutton my shirt but I forced her hands over her head, her body arched and perfect and half naked on my black leather couch.
A sea of that Little Mermaid hair around her, she looked like a damn siren, and the last place I wanted to claim her was on this couch that’d seen more action than my bedroom. I didn’t take many girls up here, a quick fuck downstairs usually enough.
This wasn’t going to be a quick fuck.
I got off her, tugging her with me, and she stumbled in her heels.
“Where are we going?” she asked me, tits bouncing. We’d left that scrap of top she’d worn on the couch, nothing but her silver skirt hugging her ass and I groaned, picking her up by it. I kissed her on our way up to my bedroom, my mouth unable to leave hers.
“I’m fucking you in my bed,” I said once we got there. I put her down, then kicked the door closed, turning her around.
I pressed her up against the door, my dick grinding against her ass as I forced that silver skirt up and over it. A perfect peach under my hands, I slapped the side of her ass, making it instantly as red as her hair.
“LJ,” she gasped, my hand coming down over that cheek again. Unable to help it, I tugged her panties aside and bit, that sweet flesh in my mouth. She shuddered and I felt it through my whole goddamn body.
My tongue flicked against sandy freckles, drawing her in my mouth again and she moaned, quivering against the door.
“Take your panties off,” I told her, rising, and she wiggled them down over her heels. I got rid of those too, the whole thing easy. Next thing I knew, I clasped a hand around her throat, rubbing against her bare bottom.
Her pulse point jumped beneath my reach, something akin to desire in her eyes when she gazed back as well as a fair bit of fear. She should be scared of me.
I was fucking scared of her.
I was scared of what she could do to me, how she could sway my focus and make me see nothing but her. I couldn’t do that when I had my own goals, a family to take care of back home. I couldn’t get distracted.
I curved a finger along her throat.
“You’re bad for me, beauty queen,” I told her honestly. “I do stupid things when it comes to you.”
Like now, needing to be buried in her so badly I could easily shoot my load off just at the taste of her. It was that serious, that dangerous for me.