Billie
What the hell had I been thinking last night was my actual first thought when I woke up the next morning. Hip to surging hip, I had my leg curled around LJ’s firm ass and could only slightly blame screwing his brains out last night on the booze.
I hadn’t been that drunk.
I hadn’t been drunk at all. I knew drunk, and last night wasn’t that. I thought to move away. Escape while I could since he was still sleeping, but then, LJ’s large hands settled tight against my bottom.
He hugged me right up on him, hot against his hard chest, and fuck me, if I couldn’t resist burrowing myself in the man’s scorching heat. He smelled like sex, all sin and heat, and I actually sighed, drinking him in.
He was a wash of male perfection, all hard angles and chiseled features below a mess of tousled blond locks. His lips parting, he yawned but didn’t wake up, letting me go a little to lie on his back. One of those gladiator thighs fell out of his bed, the sheets sliding down and revealing a cock sent by the very gods, who had no doubt chiseled out each and every one of his hard formations. That steel rod glistened at the tip, his hand scrubbing his face as I so innocently stared.
God, he’s hung like an animal.
My second thought, since last night had been a mess of crazy decisions and sexual tension. I could gripe all I wanted that I was inebriated, that he’d taken advantage of me, but at the end of the day, I hadn’t been drunk and was completely aware of what I both did and didn’t do last night. I came on to LJ. I kissed him, and we fucked because that was what I wanted to happen. I gave in to him, completely sound of mind.
Just like I was now.
A smirk and a chuckle as LJ’s eyes flickered open, a fan of blond lashes blinking over clear aqua colored eyes as he woke up. Settling back, he draped a muscled bicep above his head, eyeing me with that challenge in his eyes he liked to do. He grinned. “Don’t stare at it unless you’re going to do something about it, beauty queen.”
For emphasis, he pulled the sheet completely away from his thighs, presenting his dick to me like the most coveted prize. With his long digits, he fisted it, working it hard beneath his palm, and my mouth watered as he let go and played with his balls.
I had the sudden desire to suck them into my mouth, my pussy lips tingling at the mere thought. He let go, tucking both arms behind his head, and without much thought, I took him into my mouth.
“Fucking shit,” he grunted, clearly not expecting it as I sucked him deep. He groaned. “What the fuck, Billie? Shit.”
Funny enough, it was the first time I think in a long time where there’d been no teasing between us. I wasn’t the “beauty queen,” and he wasn’t trying to get one over on me. That was when I realized I had the control, and hovering over him, I took him as deep back into my throat as I could.
Forcing back a growl, LJ lifted his knees and trapped me between them. He got a fist full of my hair at the root, guiding me up and down over his mass, and when I peeked up through my lashes, he had his eyes closed. Garbled phrases of curses and my name flew from his lips, especially when I popped his dick out of my mouth and sucked his balls.
He tugged harsh at my scalp. “That’s it. Fucking fuck.”
Working me over his cock, he bit his lower lip, sighing before angling me back over his velvety flesh. I let him guide me how he needed and took great pleasure being the reason he fell apart, the reason he let go of himself a little. His hips raising, he slammed himself into my throat, and I gagged over the sheer length of him. I really couldn’t get him all the way in, but I’d done my best.
“Open your throat,” he guided, going much harder as I did. Eventually, I did get him all in, and he groaned. “That’s it. Fucking take me.”
I played with myself between my legs, about to come too, which was wild to me. I never got off giving a blow job, but this was turning me on clearly as much as it was him. My finger rigorous against my clit, LJ shot his eyes open, grunting as he looked down.
“Hell, are you touching yourself?” he asked, and when I moaned, giving him my answer he literally shattered apart.
His hips stiffened, literally on the balls of his feet as he exploded his seed down my throat. He hadn’t lasted long at all, not like last night, and funny enough, I got great pleasure in that.
Drumming my sex, I attempted to take myself to the edge, drinking him down and swallowing every bit of his salty flavor. I was just getting myself there when he pulled me off his satisfied cock.
“Up here,” he said, kissing me and so obviously tasting himself on my tongue. For some reason, he didn’t care, guiding me to sit across his waist. He worked my hips in a way that nearly made me come right there, but stopped, suddenly biting my lips. “Shower with me? I’ll take care of you in there.”
It’d been the way he said it to make me shudder, like he actually cared and was completely serious about it.
Without much acknowledgment from me, he picked me up in his arms, damsel style. We were both completely naked, but he rushed across the hall and immediately into the shower. He had like five shower heads in there, all with various pressures, and after getting the heat on us both, he was on his knees and between my legs.
Tongue flicking wildly and mouth sucking, he made me come with his mouth, the orgasm ripping its way through me. My hands pressed hard to the glass walls, he made good on his promise to take care of me.
And he did so on his knees before me.
Later that morning, or maybe even afternoon since I’d lost track of time, LJ made his way with me downstairs. There was clanking in the kitchen when we came down, and it must have still been morning because Niko was frying eggs over the skillet. Shirtless, he had his actual shirt over his shoulder, his body glistening with sweat while he wore nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. He looked like he’d just gotten done working out, and since there was a basketball on the kitchen island, I assumed he’d just finished shooting a few hoops. The pair did have a small court in the back that could be seen from the street.
Upon seeing LJ and me over his shoulder, Niko chuckled, I was sure a sight to be had in front of him. Not only did I wear one of LJ’s shirts that basically came down to my knees, I’d worn a pair of his boxers too, but it wasn’t like I had a choice. I’d attempted to put at least my skirt on from last night with my top being somewhere downstairs, but LJ basically growled at me.
Before I knew it, he was tossing me his own clothes. As I did, he jerked on a pair of sweats, along with a cross chain for his version of a full outfit. He made sure to put that weird-looking gorilla ring he always wore over his finger too, then the next thing I knew, he was grabbing his phone, and we were headed downstairs.