Skittles shook her head, and raised her own glass at him, from where it was placed on the little table next to the couch. “I'm good.”
“Suit yourself.”
With a groan, he sat at his desk, stretching his legs and breathing deep with his eyes closed and head back against the chair.
“Hard day?”
Billy just nodded.
The hardest. Sometimes he wished he’d not have to jump in on the politics of running a company and wooing customers and investors. Sure, Afghanistan was dirty, but there were clear rules. You obey, you listen, you behave and you survive.
Here, it’s eat or be eaten, which wasn’t even what he was bothered by. It bothered him that so called ‘allies’ could turn their back on you any second.
“Wanna talk about it? Mull it over?”
Her voice was much closer now. He opened an eye and saw her perching on his desk, legs crossed - and that goddamn skirt riding up again.
Skittles saw him staring and smirked. “See something you like?”
“Very.”
He rolled his chair over, placing his hands on her knees and making place for himself between them. She looked down at him, smirk fast in place, her hair tumbling down over her shoulders, her blouse stretching over her breasts.
She felt his hands wander up her thighs, slip under her skirt and up, up, up, till he could squeeze her bum. It was a rather tight fit, but he didn’t particularly care.
“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”
Billy was still strung high, tense all over, he needed an outlet and - he had such a sweet, darling option right here. He’d make it worth her while. Continuing the squeezing of her asscheeks - loved how they felt in his hands - he pressed kisses to the insides of her knees, then nipped at them. She pushed a hand against his head, scolding him.
“Stop that, that’s my last pair of stockings.”
He just hummed, his hands letting go of her bum.
“I will push up that fucking skirt you’ve got there, until you’re bare for me to see.”
She didn’t say anything, she just listened.
“Then I will eat you out, until you’re dripping right to the floor.”
He got up, a hand at her back to pressed her against his chest, one at the base of her throat, as he leaned in, lips against her ear.
“And then, after you cum on my tongue, I will push you down on this table, bend you over, and fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for days. I will make you cum until you can’t remember anything, but this. I will be the only one in your conscious, I will ruin you for anyone else.”
He heard her swallow, felt her pulse quicken under his thumb.
“You can’t deny it, darling. Your body betrays you.”
Skittles felt like she was made of puddy. His hands on her, his voice in her ear, so close, so raspy and rough. She laid a hand onto his chest, pushing him back far enough to be able to see his face.
“When did you hear me say I don’t want to?”
Then she pulled him in, kissed him, wrapped her arms around him. He was eagerly reciprocating, pressing closer, demanding more and more. His hands slipped up her legs once more, this time taking the skirt with them. It bunched around her hips, giving him free access to her upper thighs, her panties - have mercy. He felt all his blood rush south, knowing she ran around all day wearing this underneath her clothes. Her garterbelt and panties were black lace, completely see through, hiding nothing, absolutely nothing, when she spread her legs in an invite.
She could hear him groan, felt his fingertips trace the waistband of her undies, over the belts straps. His dark eyes were following the path his fingers trailed, a dark twinkle in them when he let the straps snap against her skin.
“You’re gorgeous. And sexy.” He kissed her softly, whispering against her skin.
She hooked her fingers into his belt loops, making sure he’d have nowhere to go.
“Says the man who has me dripping wet with just a couple words.”
She was only barely joking. She definitely felt bad for his desk, and hoped there wouldn't be any stains. Or, maybe… maybe some stains to remember this wouldn’t be so bad.
Billy continued declothing her, right there on his table, in plain sight for anyone to see, but only for him to have, to touch. Heat started building in his gut, and he knew he had to do something, otherwise he’d explode.
Her blouse fell open in no time - she was surprised he didn’t simply rip it open - and he was covering every inch of her body in kisses, soft touches, little pinches.
“Have you been planning this?”
“No.”, she answered breathless. He was paying a lot of attention and affection to her chest, her nipples in particular. The cups of her lace bra were caught under his fingers, making way for his tongue and teeth.
When he was satisfied with the peaked state of them, he pulled back, sat in his chair and leaned back, legs spread. He opened his belt, his pants, but didn’t take his eyes off her. His sinister smile made her almost whimper, her brain already delivering one fantasy after another.
She watched his hand, as it pulled the shirt from his pants, and then slipped into his briefs. Her mouth went dry almost instantly, watching Billy giving himself a good few tugs.
“Billy-”
“Shh.”
He came back to her, rolling over, he pressed his lips against hers, tongue sliding into her mouth, and all she could do was hold on for dear life. “Lie back.”
She decided she’d obey, just this once. If he made his plan reality, she’d probably also need to find something to hold on to.
“Attagirl.”
He laughed, as his best friend raised her head to glare at him.
“Can we please leave Frank out of this?”
“Sure thing.”
Distracted as she was, Billy managed to position himself right between her legs, her feet up on his thighs, presenting to him where he wanted to be most right now. But first, dinner.
He released the garters with agile fingers, pulled down the lace pants and folded them, before stuffing them into his pocket.
Skittles raised a foot to poke him in the ribs, calling him a proper pervert, and how she was not surprised at all. She’d probably gone on, but Billy’s tongue on her clit shut her up. Bright sparks of Electricity shot through her body, making her hips spasm.
Billy hummed, the vibrations teasing her, making her gasp, the first moans spilling over her lips. This wasn’t even close to his last dream. This was a hundred times better. She tasted richer, her smell was more distinct. He licked into her, flicked her clit, his arms around her legs, keeping her still and in position.
The noises she made were music to his ears, and he did everything to chase after them, get them to be louder, more frequent.
Skittles was fighting against his harsh grip, sure he’d leave marks. She tried to roll her hips, ride his face as good as she could, but he held her, unable to get in a proper move. She groaned in frustration, which turned into a high pitched moan quite immediately, as he swiped his tongue over her entrance and up to her clit. And suddenly, her first orgasm today ripped through her, causing the breath to catch in her throat, her muscles spasming.
“That’s how it’s done.”
She could feel her juices slowly dripping out, making her shiver. If he fulfilled that promise, he won’t turn back on the other.
Billy licked his lips, wiped his ching and stood up, leaning over Skittles, who lay on his desk like a broken doll.
“I wonder, when was the last time a man had you this satisfied?”
A finger traced circles around one sensitive nipple, then stroking over it in quick motions, then he pressed a kiss on it.
“When was the last time, you were unable to breathe, because you came so hard?”
He dragged his nose along her cheekbone, his body almost resting on hers, but not quite. It was definitely enough to make her feel his warmth, his weight, enough to make her feel safe.
“When was the last time, you did not have to fake it?”
“Last time I did it with Carter.”
Skittles knew, he’d react rather explosive. And react he did. He bit her jaw, growled deep in his chest, and hissed: “I’d rather not have you take this name into your mouth, darling.”
Billy’s face was furious, concentrated, determined, as he pulled her up and off the table, turned her around and pressed her back to his chest, one Hand at her throat, one stroking down her stomach.
“I will have to do something against that, no? Make you forget his name. Make you forget he ever touched you.”
His hand tightened around her neck. “I will make sure, the only man you remember will be me, love.”
With that, he let go of her, pushed her toward the desk instead. “On your belly, legs spread.”
Skittles looked over her shoulder, raising an eyebrow at him.
He raised one back, tilting his head. “What, you don’t want to?”
His right found her ass again, squeezing, his fingertips dipping into the shadows and gathering up stickiness.
“I can also make you bend over, if you’d prefer.”
That made her move. She raised her arms, stretched, arched her back, spread her legs. And then she bent over, slowly, provocatively shaking her butt, and stretched over the table, her hands wrapping around the corner, holding on.
She could hear him take a deep breath, suppressing a groan, as he took her form in. He rubbed over the garter, left to right, left again.
“This garter is a thing of beauty. I’ll never get a good night’s sleep, knowing you wear this underneath your clothes.”
She could hear the rustle of his clothes, the belt buckle clattering, and then he was there. His hands were roaming over her back, her hips, her sides. He let the garter belt snap back against her skin, chuckling when she flinched.
Again, he restricted her movements, holding her against the table, probably leaving more bruises.
“You want me?” He took his dick in hand, rubbed the tip through her folds, gathering wetness, teasing her. “You want me to fuck you?”
“If you don’t move, right this second, I am gonna leave and fihow hend me someone else.”
She didn’t have to see his face, to know this was the moment he lost grip on his possessiveness. She felt it in the way his presence behind her grew heavier, darker. She felt it in the way his fingers burrowed into her hips.
He pushed in, laid along her, tangled a hand in her hair and pulled, angling her head so he could hiss into her ear. “The only man you’ll ever want, after I am done with you, is me.”
He pulled out, pushed back in, making her hips hit the desk.
“I am the only one, who can make you feel this good.”
Again, faster.
“I am the only one, who knows you well enough, to give you what you want, without having to ask.”
His hips were undulating, pistoning in and out, his dick hitting all the best spots. Skittles couldn’t hold anything back. Her moans were filling the room, mingling with Billys grunts and praises, their skin meeting, the wetness Skittles oozes.
Just when she thought she’d come, he pulled out, leaving her aching and empty.
“Feet together.”
She took a second to react. When she complied, he bracketed her legs with his thighs, fucked up into her and let out a long, deep groan.
It felt too good to be true. She was slick, the new position provided more friction to the both of them, and he was so close to dying.
His forehead met her back, and he just rested there for some seconds.
“Darling. You are divine. This is heaven. I am dead, and the devil doesn’t know yet.”
“You’re rambling.” Her voice sounded strained, while his was raspy.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
He kissed her back, moved his hips, slowly, so very deep.
Her whole body was tingling, tensing. She tried to move, to fuck back. All she could do, was take what he gave her.
Billy was rambling again, praises and curses, his movements were growing faster again.
The slide of his dick inside her, hitting her damn spots - she almost felt the need to scream.
From there it wasn’t long, until both of them reached their highs.
Billy froze, when Skittles gripped him tight, and spilled right over. In the back of his mind, he recognized it for what it was. He’d marked her. He’d filled her up, she’d be dripping his seed when she walked out of here. He grinned, looking like a slight maniac, but she couldn’t see, so it was fine.
Skittles was still sensitive, when he gathered his wits. He stroked over her hair, over her back, kissed down her spine.
“You are so good, darling. I think you were born for me to have, as I am for you:”
“Are you always this sappy after an orgasm?”
“No. Just when I’m with you.”
“In me, you mean.”
He chuckled, circled his hips a bit. “Indeed. And I don’t actually plan on leaving anytime soon.”
She reached back, tapped his arm. “You have to let me get up, Billy.”
He let her, pulled out of her after all and watched his cum dribbling out. He stopped some of it, pushed it back in her, making her hiss and slap at him.
“Stop that.”
