Chance Encounter Pt 04

Chance Encounter Pt. 04

I followed Billy out of the elevator and walked behind him down the hallway. My eyes wandered from the back of his head, down his back to his ass. I realized right then that I had never really seen his ass. Now I couldn't stop looking at it. Nice and firm, if I had a quarter, I would've tried to bounce it off one of those muscular cheeks.

I smiled to myself, wondering what cosmic lottery I had won. This guy could have any girl he wanted, and he chose me. The self-deprecating part of me didn't know why. The rest of me told that part to shut the fuck up and enjoy the ride, figuratively and literally.

Billy came to stop in front of his door and unlocked it. I gazed at him as he did, admiring the beauty of his face. His full lips, his chiseled jaw, his long lashes. Even his ears were perfect. Yeah, I must have done something good in a past life.

He opened the door and looked at me. I don't know if I caught him off guard by staring or if it was because I was smiling, but he gave me a boyish grin. No teasing or flirting. Just a pure smile, giving me a glimpse beneath his very confident exterior. I added adorable to the ever-growing list of things that made him exquisite.

He ducked into the apartment with me close on his heels. I waited while he closed the door, glancing around the apartment. It was open concept. The living room, kitchen, and a little dining area were all visible. Off to the right were three closed doors. I assumed one door went to Billy's bedroom and the other had to be the bathroom. Did he have a roommate? Were they here? I didn't have much time to think about it before Billy took my hand and led me to the first door on the left.

He turned the knob and pushed the door open. I took my sunglasses off my head as we walked in, letting my hair fall back around my face. It was a typical bedroom, with typical bedroom furniture. A dresser, a bed, a nightstand, a tv, and a desk. What was on top of the desk caught my attention, beckoning me closer to it.

A high-tech microphone sat next to an impressive iMac. The microphone looked like something you would see in a recording studio. I'd be talking out of my ass if I tried to explain the components. All I did know was it looked very fancy. I suddenly remembered what the card he had given to me that first night said on it, content creator.

"Do you make YouTube videos?" I asked, turning to him.

He was standing by the dresser, pulling his phone and wallet from his pockets. "No," he said with a smirk.

My next guess was he was a gamer. Did gamers use microphones like that? Maybe he streamed himself playing games. "Twitch?" I asked.

He laughed slightly. "Nope."

I walked to the bed and sat down on the edge across from him and the dresser. I was running out of guesses. "Do you have a podcast?"

He just shook his head as he kicked off his shoes.

"Are you going to make me keep guessing or are you just going to tell me?"

His smirk melted into his panty-dropping smile sending my pulse racing. He lifted his shirt up and over his head, revealing his Herculean upper body. My breath caught in my throat. Fuck me. He was so hot it was like staring at the sun. Instantly, I lost all train of thought

Billy closed the distance between us with a couple of steps. He stood in front of me, looming over me. He looked down at me with that same heat he had in the coffee shop, turning his eyes into green pools of fire. I stared up at him, swallowing loudly.

"Did you come here to talk?" he asked, voice low and rumbling.

I just shook my head, unable to make words come out of my mouth.

He laughed slyly. "Then get to work."

I gave him my own sultry smile. My hands went to his waist, slowly pulling his pants and boxers down. When I got to his knees, I let the fabric go, allowing gravity to carry them to the floor. I looked at his cock at full salute mere inches from my face. The feeling I had when I first saw it came rushing back to me, awe mixed with intimidation.

Is it possible that he seemed bigger than last time?

I wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft and guided his cock to my mouth. I licked my lips before sliding them over his head. I teased him with my tongue, swirling the tip, licking the head like a lollipop. Billy moaned for me, a shiver running through his body.

"Fuck, Jade," he breathed.

I rolled my eyes up to watch him as I slowly slipped the rest of his cock into my mouth. He watched me closely, eyes burning into mine. He put his hand on the side of my head, snaking his fingers into my hair. Going slow helped me get more of him into my mouth. I managed to get the tip to the back of my throat before I had to pull away.

With each pass of my lips, I tried to see how much further I could get his cock down my throat. Before long, and much to my surprise, I was deep throating him. Though not without gagging.

"There you go, baby," Billy said. "Gag on it."

So, I did. His moans grew louder causing me to get wetter by the second. He moved his hand from my head and took a step back.

He growled deep in his chest. "Stand up."

I stood up from the bed.

"Take your clothes off," he said.

I took my shirt off, then reached behind my back to unhook my bra. I pulled it down my arms and dropped it on the floor. I unzipped my skirt and slid it down some before letting it fall. I sat back down on the edge of the bed to unclasp my Mary Janes because they were platforms, and it would make taking my panties off kind of awkward.

"Uh-uh," Billy said, drawing my eyes to him. "Leave them on."

I stood up again and took my panties off, bending over to get them free of the heels. The butterflies in my stomach were back in full force as I straightened up, standing before him naked and exposed. His eyes roamed down my body, then back up.

"You are so fucking sexy," he said, smiling.

My heart skipped a beat as my confidence soared through the roof. When a guy as razor fine as Billy says you're sexy, you believe it. "Thank you," I said.

He took a step towards me. His strong hands grabbed my hips and lifted me in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed. He climbed on top of the bed while he was still holding me, moving forward on his knees. He laid me back on one of his pillows, positioning himself between my legs. His dick brushed against my clit and I gasped.

He kissed me softly, then pulled back to look at me. "You ready for me, baby?" he asked.

"Fuck yes," I answered.

Billy pushed himself up so he could sit back on his knees and spread my legs wide. He grabbed his cock, rubbing the tip up and down my clit. I moaned, writhing on the bed. After a few more seconds of teasing, he glided his cock inside me, filling me up an inch at a time. I had almost forgotten how good he felt.

"Oh, my fucking God," I cried out.

"Mmmm, Jade," he moaned. "Your pussy is so fucking wet."

I looked down my body to watch his cock slide in and out of my pussy. I watched the muscles in his abs bunch with each thrust of his hips, pushing himself even deeper inside me. He put his hand on my thigh to steady himself and started thrusting harder. At the height of his stroke, a loud moan was ripped from my throat.

I was vocal with other guys I had slept with, but sometimes I felt like I was putting it on. That was not the case with Billy. Every noise was practically involuntary, and I was unable to control the volume or intensity.

He fell forward onto his hands, holding his upper body above me like he was doing a push-up. His huge biceps flexed and strained, yet he made it look effortless as if he could hold that position forever. He laughed and it vibrated down his body into mine.

"Shhh, Jade. You're being too loud. My neighbors are going to think I'm murdering someone," he said.

"Then stop fucking me so hard," I said, playfully.

He pumped his hips, slamming into my pussy at full force. I moaned so loudly it could probably have been classified as a scream. Billy quickly clamped his hand over my mouth.

He looked deep into my eyes. "Is that what you really want?" he asked.

I shook my head no as much as I could under his hand.

His sly laugh gave me goosebumps. "I thought so."

He continued fucking me like that and I screamed my pleasure into his hand. I ran my hand over his arm, feeling the muscles bulge and tighten as he supported his body weight with one arm. The orgasm was building quickly, transforming the pressure of his cock so far inside me into absolute ecstasy. I gripped his bicep as my pussy clenched around his shaft. Billy felt it, too.

He smiled with satisfaction. "You're about to cum, aren't you?" he asked.

I came before I had a chance to nod my head. My eyelids fluttered as my eyes rolled back. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I just melted into the bed as the orgasm rushed through my entire body.

"Oh fuck," he moaned. "Your pussy is throbbing."

I looked up at him through heavy lids. He removed his hand from my mouth and slid it under the middle of my back. Without warning, he rolled over, and I was suddenly on top of him. I squealed with surprise then giggled, marveling at his strength. He was still inside me, but I had to settle back down on his dick, trying to get my position just right. Once I did, I rocked my hips back and forth, riding him.

Billy's breathing became heavy. "There you go, baby. Ride my cock. Make me cum."

My pussy was super sensitive since I just came. The sensation of riding his cock was overwhelming, edging on more than I could handle. I knew it wouldn't take much for me to cum again. I quickened my pace, getting close. Billy grabbed my breast, squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Billy. Fuck," I whispered.

"That's right. Say my fucking name."

"Billy, Billy, Billy," I chanted until I came again. This orgasm was stronger than the last one. It arched my back and made my body shudder uncontrollably. I inadvertently stopped moving my hips as I concentrated on the pleasure. Billy's hands went to either side of my waist, holding tightly, his fingernails digging into my ass cheeks.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," he growled, forcing my hips to move again.

Now the sensation of him was too much, and I really couldn't handle it. I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin. I would have climbed off him if he wasn't holding me firmly in place.

I'm pretty sure he knew it, too, because he said, "You don't get to stop until I cum."

I leaned forward, resting my hands on the muscular swell of his chest, hoping it would lessen the sensitivity. It did not. I could feel his heart pounding under my hand.

"Oh...my...God," I managed to say even though I was having trouble catching my breath.

"Jade," he moaned, sending a chill down my spine. His hands moved from waist to grip my ass. "You feel so fucking good."

"Fuck, daddy. Please...please...cum for me," I begged.

I had never called a guy daddy. I thought it would feel weird. I was wrong. It felt right, necessary even.

"I'm right there, baby," he breathed. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, fuck!"

He spilled inside me in a rush of liquid heat. He closed his eyes, his whole body spasming, making my body move with him. I watched him as he reveled in the few moments of euphoria that followed an orgasm, biting his bottom lip. It was his turn to look at me with heavy eyelids. He gave me a lazy smile.

I let him catch his breath before I laid my upper body on top of his. I pressed my ear to his chest, listening to his heartbeat fast and steady. Our mixed fluids pooled between us, cooling on my skin.

His voice rumbled through his chest like thunder. "Rest up," he said. "Round two is coming soon."

To be continued....