txxrdis replied to your post:david x billie, Wonder bra, delighted, filthy. You know you want to. Thanks! ; )
Baddest, hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to stop a fic at that exact point? I think you should pick it up again and write a smutty sequel.. :)) Please?
(part 1)
He freezes when he's knuckle-deep; the panic settling in.
There's the fact that she's his colleague -- his mate -- and someone he could easily fall very, very hard for. (That is, if he hasn't already.)
And then there's the fact she's far wetter than she should be after just a short snog.
But ultimately none of those reasons are enough to stop him from driving his fingers deeper.
"Fuck," they gasp in unison, then laugh. Billie's giggle is cut short as he curls his fingers inside her.
"Fuck, Bill," he stammers, resting his forehead against hers. "You're so-- fuck."
To make up for his epic loss of vocabulary, he withdraws his hand and runs his fingers through her slick folds, circling her clit.
"I was, um..." She whimpers, trying to move closer to his teasing fingers. With a huff, she throws a leg over him and sits on his knees, grabbing his wrist and guiding him back to her entrance. "Before you came with the tea, I was -- ahh yeah there -- sorta trying to take care of something."
He's only half listening because from this angle he can see his fingers disappear inside her, glistening more and more each time he pulls them out. Pressing the heel of his palm against his growing erection, he licks his lips and tries to focus on what she said.
"You, uh, you were trying to take care of what?"
She leans forward and nuzzles his neck, lifting up and then sitting back down on his fingers, clenching around him and gasping.
"This."
"This? Oh. Oh!"
The panic comes back briefly then as he worries he's taken advantage, pounced on her in a moment of weakness.
"Was thinking of your dumb neck," she breathes, wiping any trace of guilt from his mind as she bites down on his collarbone. "How you don't have a tie on in this episode and your skin is all on display. It's not fair."
David's glad she can't see his face because his jaw is practically off its hinges, his mind too clouded with this information to form any coherent thought. All he can do is grab her arse and pull her closer so she's rutting against his cock as she rides his fingers.
There's a knock at the door and they freeze.
"Billie, you're needed on set in five. David in there with you?"
"Yeah!" she calls out, voice shaky. "We'll be right there!"
They wait to hear the footsteps recede.
"Shit," she whispers, blushing and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Sorry."
She's still sitting on his fingers.
"Yeah," David says, mind desperately trying to catch up to this new reality. "We should--"
Whatever he's about to say next is quickly forgotten as she unzips his fly and eases his cock free. She takes him in, licking her lips, and raises up on her knees, positioning him with one hand.
"We can be quick, can't we?" Her tongue is between her teeth again. "Teninch?"
Rather than reply he grips her hips and tugs her down onto him, groaning loudly in relief. He vaguely registers her giggling and shushing him, but his attention is far too preoccupied with the way she circles her hips and leans back to unfasten the straps of the denim overalls and strip off her shirt.
And there it is in front of him, the lacy black discussion topic that brought them here. He ducks his head to run his tongue along the swell of her breasts as he palms them through the fabric, squeezing gently.
"Enough of that," she laughs, lifting off him and sliding back down. "We've got like three minutes."
"Well in that case." He unclasps the bra and slides it off her, tossing it aside.
"Thought you liked it."
"I do, but..." He palms her breasts, feeling their weight in his hands and running his thumbs over her pebbled nipples. "Like these more."
He lowers his head again and captures her left nipple in his mouth as she begins to move in short, quick thrusts. Sucking gently, then more roughly, he experiments with the sounds he can draw from her, partially to distract himself from how fucking good she feels; from the fact that she was touching herself and thinking of him before he walked in with two damn mugs of tea.
"Unh, fuck," she moans, resting her forehead on his shoulder. "Your hand. Need-- oh god."
He catches on, eventually, and wedges his thumb between them, pressing it firmly to her clit. She's so wet and tight around him and there are these rich, warm sounds coming from the back of her throat and he doesn't think he can last much longer.
"Bill, I-- fuck."
She's clutching his shoulders and buries her face in his neck, her frantic breath hot and dewy on his skin. He turns his head and sucks on her pulse-point, trying to push her closer to the brink. She's whimpering something against his neck and he can just make it out.
"Gonna. Come. Hard."
Ironically, that's what does him in. David groans loudly, hips arching off the sofa to bury himself inside her as deeply as he can. Billie clenches around him and cries out, clinging to him and shuddering as her body rocks against his.
His hips come off the cushions a few more times as he pumps through his orgasm, legs shaking with the effort. Her nails dig into his neck and she makes these gorgeous, soft, breathy sounds that he'll never forget as long as he lives.
"Well done," she pants, kissing his neck.
"Thank you. Though you did most of the work," he laughs, running his fingers down her spine.
"Make it up to me later?"
(He does.)
(That time, the wonderbra stays on.)
