Bill needs to know how loud Y/N can scream his name.
But, that wasn’t really in his plan—he invited her over to kiss her. Nothing more and nothing less. His wife should be home within a couple hours and Bill hasn’t planned on confessing to cheating just yet.
But something happened—something Bill can’t really explain. In the heat of the moment, he could hardly hear his own thoughts over the beating of his heart. Perhaps it was the rush of adrenaline to his chest, when he realized they were all alone—that she was all to his disposal and no one else. And, he can hardly stop digging his teeth into his bottom lip when she starts squeezing her thighs together and shuddering.
He kisses her (again). It’s rushed—and wetter than before. There’s nothing steady about this one. He’s panting and holding her hips like he’s afraid they might run away if he moves. All the while, Y/N’s out of breath, moving her mouth with his (but mostly letting him do all the work). His tongue feels so warm against her’s and she can’t help but hope he doesn’t stop anytime soon.
And he doesn’t—just keeps moving the warm droplets of his mouth onto her’s and basically suffocating himself into her lips. Moments later, after he’s gotten himself a good enough taste of her mouth, Bill pulls away with a wet smack and nuzzles his forehead against her’s. Catching his breath and giggling softly, he feels around her hips—doesn’t want to let her go just yet.
Y/N only mumbles a soft, “Wow,” and holds onto his upper arm, feeling round his biceps.
“Do you trust me?” Bill murmurs, moving back to get a good look at her cheeks all flushed. She takes a second to think about the question (but mostly, what he plans on doing), before settling on a small nod. “Good,”
Then, she’s lifted—legs wrapped around his his hips and arms flung limp on his shoulders.
Y/N is thinking about much of anything–just hot and bothered and nervous all at the same time. But, God, she’s burning up and a tiny part of her wonders if Bill is as hot as she is right now. Her fingers are frail over the soft skin on his back–it’s got a think layer of sweat, but she really can’t seem to mind, since her palms have grown slightly damp with the nervousness that came with being alone with Bill. Sure, she’s read her serving of fan-fictions and watch a bit of porn, but she’s afraid that was all a waste, because Bill has the way about him that makes her think he knows every trick in the book.
It’s far too late to even begin overthinking now. Bill’s got her softly laid atop his sheets, colored midnight blue. Just taking his time, he positions himself in front of her so that he’s on his knees on the sheets. He places a hand on both her knees and and smiles softly (like how you’d smile at a sunset, because no matter how hard you try, you can’t believe it’s real), before parting them wide enough to situate himself between them. Still on his knees, Bill keeps is eyes on Y/N’s while hes undoing his watch. Except, when he gets to his wedding band, he pauses and glances down a bit.
It’s a blur afterward–Y/N’s heart is pumping faster than it probably should and she’s stuck hearing the sound of her blood thumping in her ears, alongside the sound of her own mewls. He’s only kissing her–trying to breath in between kisses and going as slow as humanly possible. All while, moving his hand around her hips and squeezing the skin where he thinks might make her moan onto his tongue. It’s all a guessing game, Bill thinks–except, it turns out that he’s winning at his own game and he’s quite proud so far.
She’s so small underneath him and awfully hot–like, a fever all over. Bill thinks it’s so fucking cute too. He knows she’s nervous and has no idea where to put her hands–just keeps clutching onto his shoulders. So, when he pulls back, Y/N can catch her breath a bit.
And Bill doesn’t say anything afterward—just shifts his position so he’s back on his knees in front of her. Then, he’s got his fingers hooked on the band of her panties—tugging slowly (even though, it seems that they’re both in quite a rush). Breath all ragged from the nonstop kisses and squeezing, Y/N whispers something under her breath and Bill knows exactly what she said, so he pauses.
“What was that?” He asks, beckoning her to say it again, since it made his cheeks all warm the first time she said it.
He’s just being a menace now—asking her to repeat herself for the third time. He bears her loud and clear, but it’s the slight whine in her voice that gets more and more exaggerated every time he asks her to say it again. It’s the thought that she trusts him enough to take her body tonight—and just knows that he won’t stop until she’s satisfied.
She says it once more, squirming a little on the mattress—and lifting her hips so he can pull them down already. “Please,” She squeezes his shoulder a little. “I need it,”
There’s a twitch in his cock and a bit of a shiver running over his shoulders, when she’s dragging her index fingers along his collarbones, then down the center of his chest. Bill isn’t moving his fingers (yet). No smiles—just a stern frown. He does think it’s funny though—how she thinks her little game is going to make him move any faster. “Need what?” He mocks. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,”
If she’s being honest, all the teasing is making her hot and tingly all over, but it’s getting old and she’s sure her panties are only getting more and more stained, the longer he stalls. “I need you to touch me,” She blurts—sick of his games. “God,” Brows frowning and far past sexually frustrated, Y/N’s arms fling down on the mattress in defeat. “I just want you to touch me,”
He knows it’s wrong, but Bill wonders how far he can push her limits until she’s full on crying and begging for him.
“Okay,”is all he says before tugging her panties all the way down and off at her ankles. And, there she is–all open and sopping wet in front of him. Thighs trembling, Y/N can’t help but whimper some more and he hasn’t even began to touch her yet. Y/N doesn’t know it yet,but Bill has a regimen for how he eats out a woman; starting with pepper kisses around the inner thighs. Except, Y/N is hardly a woman–the tender age of 19 with a pussy that’s never been touched or taken by a man. So, Bill decides she’s far too special for his old ways and just dives in.
He’s groaning onto her pussy, all while lapping his tongue up and down her folds–squeezing her thighs around his head and circling the wet of his tongue around the bud of her clit; sucking on it until her back arches far enough to grind her pussy onto his face. “That’s it, baby girl,” He mumbles, smacking the back of her thigh afterward.
“I-I’m” she whimpers; not recognizing the foreign feeling in the pit of her tummy and the buzz in her nipples. However, Bill does-–he knows she going to cum and he thinks he hasn’t been more excited for anything in his life.
He wonders what she’ll taste like or how her face will scrunch up when she’s pooling onto his mouth. With that in mind, Bill pulls his lips away a little, to reach his middle finger up to her mouth—tapping her bottom lip with it. “Open up, kitten” he says, watching her part her shaky lips and hold onto his wrist like a ababy would cling to a bottle.
She’s getting it nice and wet—hollowing her cheeks around it just a little and trying her best swirl her tongue in circles. It’s clear she wants to impress him; show him she she’s obedient and quite mature for her age.
Except Bill isn’t particularly focused on making sure she sucks his finger properly; it’s the narcissism in his blood telling himself just how much she must want him—and just how much she’s been thinking about this very day. So, his instinct is to flip two more fingers into her mouth—he knows it’s a lot to handle (that’s why he’s doing it).
“C’mon babe,” He whispers, “Show me how that pretty little mouth works,”
She’s squirming a little—making “mmm” sounds around his fingers and trying her very best to vocalize a whimpered “Daddy, please?”, so that he might take his fingers out and let her breathe again.
Y/N is at crossroads—her poor pussy is alone, sopping wet, her heart is beating at the speed of light, she can hardly breathe, her eyes are beginning to water, and god forbid it, but … she likes it. It hurts; the physicality of it all, but it’s only making her hotter—being forced down onto a mattress with Bill’s fingers lying in her mouth. Y/N’s sure she’s going to cum at the sight of Bill just watching her whimper. That is, until he takes his fingers out; a string of spit following them.
There’s a pause between the two. Y/N is catching her breath and Bill is watching. He brings his hand down to graze the opening of her pussy, before pressing a longing kiss to her cheek and shoving two fingers into her hole.
They both inhale at the feeling—Y/N is squirming a little, trying to adjust herself to the feeling and Bill is trying to contain himself from fucking her senseless. When Bill is nudging the tips of his fingers against her hole, he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into his bottom lip, because she feels so warm and she’s practically leaking onto his digits.
He begins to move his fingers now. He’s going as slowly and as gentle as possible, but she’s whimpering like it hurts and the dominate nature in Bill is only softening. He’s fingers are only half-way in, but they’re just so much thicker than Y/N’s and she’s never been stretched this way.
“Shh,” He coos. “I know kitten. Just a little more,” Pressing a kiss to her chin, he nudges them in a little more.
“Please,” Y/N whines, nodding her head a little. It’s now does Bill notice the tears building up on the waterline of her eyes. “I can take it,”
His digits only fasten, until he’s all the way in her pussy—feeling her clench around his fingers. He moans a prolonged “fuck,” and his head falls forward in ecstasy once her pussy’s swallowed him whole and he’s all the way in. They both exhale now, when he’s deep in her opening. “Does it hurt?” He beckons.
Y/N nods, while he wipes her eyes with a thumb on his free hand. “Good,” Bill finishes. He’s gradually speeding up; curling his fingers and making a small scissor motion in her wetness. Just like he anticipated—only a few more strokes of his fingers and she’s there—closer than ever and gripping onto his shoulders for support. “Kitten,” He breathes, nuzzling his face into her neck while he works her up. “Let me hear you purr,”
Y/N’s back practically leaves the bed when she comes down onto his hand. She’s going to scream soon and Bill covers her mouth with his to keep her quiet, despite the burning sensation to hear her scream his name (it just wasn’t a good time, with her parents next door and his wife almost home).
She’s so warm and properly coating his fingers. “You did so good, baby,” Bill prompts, thumbing over her cheek and pulling his fingers out from inside her. She’s still shaking beneath him and coming down from her enormous high.
Unfortunately, they couldn’t stay like this forever—Bill whispered “it’s passed your bedtime,” and made sure to help her clean up before walking her downstairs to the front door.
Classes start tomorrow and needless to say, Bill is a bit excited to see Y/N. They won’t be all alone again, but he’s still looking forward to see her looking all innocent in a crowd of students who have no idea what she’s done with the professor.
Bill’s out of town on business today; away from both his wife and Y/N.
Usually when Bill is gone on business, he can’t sleep very well in the hotels, because his wife isn’t there for him to hold.
However, not only is he awake all night, but he’s also touch deprived and can’t even find the energy to cum when he touches himself. Tonight, he’s missing Y/N—he needs her.
So, in a moment of frustration and heat, he dials your number and smacks the phone up to his cheek. When she answers, her voice is low, but he makes out the small “hello”, anyway.
It’s then, when Bill hears how small she sounds and the tiny little sleepy sniffle after the word, does he calm down a bit and sigh. “Baby,” he breathes, raking a hand through his hair and hoping he didn’t wake her. “I miss you,”
Vulnerably, he closes his eyes before she responds—wishing he were there to see her face. “Miss you so much tonight,”
In hindsight, Bill feels particularly selfish—dialing her number like she’s some call girl on duty for him 24/7. In fantasy, he wanted her to pick up and somehow be as horny and hormonal about him, as he is about her. He wanted a lot of things—in fact, when the dial tone was ringing, he was only thinking about the naughty things she might whisper when she picked up—all the little sighs she’d blow through the speaker when she’s getting all worked up.
Now, he can hardly focus on the slight throb in the head of cock or the pre-cum he knows is sticking on the inside of his boxers.
Her voice is just how he remembers it. It sounds silly—of course her voice wouldn’t change in the course of a week and some days. Maybe it’s not the way she sounds, but the softness of her words that takes Bill home every time. Granted, he hasn’t been able to call her since he landed a week ago, so the sound of her sounds so foreign, yet so conscious.
“I miss you too,” Y/N’s ear is pressed to the phone, while she’s evenhandedly trying to lift herself up to lean against the headboard. “Is everything alright?”
Bill thinks about it for a second. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he says, all while palming over the lie in his boxers. “Just needed to hear your voice is all,”
He assumed flattery would keep her on the line a little while—keep her talking about how her week has been and how she’s been doing. But, Bill thinks she has no idea of what she’s truly capable of. He thinks she’s completely unaware that her voice alone—no matter the conversation—makes him unbearably hot to the point where his cheeks flush pink and his nipples go hard in the matter of seconds. Sure, he wants to actually pay attention to what she’s rambling on about—he thinks she’s talking about the kitten her parents got her for Christmas—but, she keeps taking these little breaths in between sentences and talking really small and sweet to Bill. He’s terribly worked up now and if he was trying to hide it earlier, surely, he can’t hide it now. In between his mumbling of “mhm’s” to pretend like he’s listening, Bill’s managed to shrug his sweatpants down to his knees.
“Bill, I know it’s only been a week, but you’ve got to see how adorable the kitty is now—her little whiskers are poking through and they’re so cute—“
Against his will, a small “fuck,” of a whimper slips out and Bill couldn’t have masked it if he wanted to. Call him narcissistic, but the smallest glimpse of the head of his cock peaking out from the waist band of his boxers, is almost too much. In fact, his phone slips from his hand and he has to put Y/N on speaker so he can grip the hotel bedding in one hand and stroke himself softly over his boxers in the other hand.
Y/N doesn’t speak for a moment or so—just bites her lip a little when she’s figured out what he’s up to. Bill, on the other hand, feels beyond selfish and readies himself to apologize, but she cuts off his train off thought.
“Daddy?” She mumbles. “Let’s play a game,”
It catches him off guard. Y/N taking control was definitely something foreign. “Touch yourself and I’ll count down for you. When I get to one, you can cum,” he pauses for a second before responding, contemplating whether or not he had the ability to submit to her.
“Just for tonight,” is all he says, before beginning to stroke himself. Bill doesn’t know yet, but Y/N knows exactly what she’s doing—she’s got a goal to make him whimper for her touch while he’s 1,000 miles away and prove to him that her age has nothing to do with just how good of a kitten she can be.
I apologize for how long it took me to write this; I hoped you all enjoyed it, nevertheless.
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