Chance Encounter Pt 05

Chance Encounter Pt. 05

"Okay," I laughed, passing off what he just said as bravado. Like when a guy says, oh baby, we're going all night long.

Billy laughed, vibrating his ribcage against my face. "You think I'm talking shit," he said.

I pushed myself up so I could look at him. "It's just I've heard that before and usually the guy ends up passing out 20 minutes later."

"Oh doll," he smiled. "I'm not like other guys."

"That's for damn sure," I replied.

Physically flawless, a huge cock, and a spectacular fuck, he already had most guys beat with the first two. He knew he was hot but wasn't arrogant about it. He appeared down-to-earth and relatable, which was even more attractive. I also noticed a playful side slowly emerging.

Still, that was all I knew about him. Usually, I got to know more about a guy before having sex with him. Billy and I mostly skipped the "get to know you" part. Fuck, who was I kidding? We sprinted right past it. This was only our second encounter, and we hadn't made small talk a priority.

The question running through my mind was, what did we do during his refractory period? Did we try to get to know each other? I really didn't know.

I felt like my silent staring was coming off as creepy, so I climbed off him, careful not to hit him anywhere with my shoe. I laid on my back beside him, looking up at the ceiling. Our collective fluids were drying into a sticky mess between my legs. I contemplated asking to use his bathroom. Problem was I didn't think my legs would work enough to walk.

I heard heavy and contented breathing. I turned my head to Billy. His eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell steadily. Was he sleeping? I fucking knew it.

"Really," I said.

Billy burst out laughing, opening his eyes. I tried to act mad, but I couldn't. His laughter was just as contagious as his smile, and I laughed with him. If you can't laugh at yourself...

"I had to fuck with ya," he said through the laughter.

"It's all good," I said.

The tattoo on his side caught my attention. I turned on my side so I could read it. It was exceptionally well-done. The calligraphy was amazing. And what it said was beautifully tragic. There had to be a backstory, but it must be deeply personal, and I didn't feel like I knew him well enough to ask. I traced the black letters with my fingertip, pondering how bad it must have hurt to get tattooed on pure muscle and bone.

"Aren't you going to ask what it means?" Billy asked. "Most girls do."

I smiled as I looked at him. "I'm not like most girls."

The look in his eyes changed, and his stare became penetrating. I thought back to the first night I saw him, and the intense stare he gave me from across the room. It was the same one he was giving me at that moment. It felt like he was looking right through me, and I struggled to hold his gaze.

I never had trouble maintaining eye contact with someone before, but no one I'd ever met had the weight in their gaze that Billy did. Unexpectedly, he turned away first. He stayed quiet, eyes focused on the ceiling or somewhere else. I figured it was an ideal time to ask before things got awkward.

"May I use your bathroom?" I asked.

"Sure. It's the middle door," he said.

"Thanks." I sat up and put my feet on the floor. I walked to the end of the bed where my clothes were laying. I stepped into my skirt and pulled it up. I was reaching for my shirt when Billy asked.

"Why are you getting dressed?"

I turned to him, holding my shirt, still naked from the waist up. "I didn't think it would be appropriate to walk to your bathroom naked," I answered.

"Why not?" he asked, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Don't you have a roommate?" I asked.

He laughed deep in his throat. "You're worried about that now?"

I just stared at him, not sure what he meant by that.

"The door has been open this entire time," he said, motioning to the right.

I glanced at the door and my blood ran cold. Fuck. I didn't even notice. Surely, he wouldn't have left it open if someone was here.

"Not to mention the whole building just heard you," he added with a smile.

I stuck my tongue out at him and he puckered his lips into a kiss.

"So, you don't have a roommate?" I asked.

He shook his head no.

I breathed a sigh of relief. "What does the other door go to? A closet?"

His face turned serious. "My sex dungeon."

He was fucking with me again. He had to be, though his deadpan delivery made it hard to tell. I mean, it wasn't a dealbreaker. I was willing to try anything once.

"You should see the look on your face," he said, a smile playing on his luscious lips.

I crossed my arms over my breasts, once again trying to act mad and failing. I bit my lip to keep from smiling. "Do you fuck with everyone like this, or is it just me?" I asked.

His sly laugh was like sex and candy in my ears. "You make it so easy."

I closed my eyes for a second as the inevitable shiver that laugh gave me rolled down my back. Suddenly, I was ready for round two. There was something about the way he teased me that really turned me on. How he was lying on the bed, completely naked, looking like a snack played a part, too. I knew he probably wasn't ready yet, but I was going to have a fun time getting him there.

I tossed my shirt to the floor. I slipped out of my Mary Janes, ignoring the clasps. The skirt was the last thing to go. I put my hands on his ankles and pushed his feet apart. He was still wearing his socks. That made me smile.

"It's my turn to fuck with you," I said, meeting his gaze.

He arched an eyebrow. "Bring it, baby."

I opened his legs wide enough for me to crawl between them. Billy settled back on his pillow while I positioned myself over his slowly hardening cock, on all fours, a hand on either side of his upper thighs. I lowered my face to his inner thigh and licked up his groin to his balls. His breath came out in a sigh.

I used my tongue to get as much of his balls as I could into my mouth. I rolled all that delicate softness in my mouth, tasting his cum mixed with my pussy.

"Oh fuck," Billy said, softly.

I sucked on his balls for a few seconds before moving to his cock. I held his partially erect cock in my hand, lifting it up so I could lick the underside of his shaft from base to tip. A tremble ran through his body. I put my lips on the tip, swirling my tongue around. I moved my lips down over his head and stopped, continuing the motion with my tongue.

"Hmmm, Jade. That feels so fucking good," Billy said.

I took him out of my mouth to where just my lips were touching the tip again. Then I slipped his cock back into my mouth, going a fraction of an inch lower than the last time. I repeated those movements, going a little bit further with each pass, never putting him fully in my mouth. Billy laid his hand on the back of my head, and I quickly swatted it away.

"No," I said, looking up at him. "You're not in control right now."

He gave me an intrigued smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Put your hands behind your head," I commanded.

"Alright," he said. He bent his arms at the elbow, placing his hands palms up under his head, his huge biceps flexing.

"Such a good listener," I said, returning to the task at hand.

I kept on teasing him, prolonging what he wanted the most, his cock down my throat. Each slow inch into my mouth elicited a different sound from him as his cock grew thicker. Grunts, groans, moans and even a few whimpers, all of which made me so fucking wet. I wondered how much more he could endure before taking control again.

Quick as lightning, Billy grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face up to his. I had no choice but to move with him or risk a chunk of hair being ripped from my scalp. Fuck, he was so strong. My pussy throbbed for him, even more so when he growled with need as our lips met.

He kissed me hard and deep, his tongue wrestling with mine, biting my bottom lip. He was in control now, and I happily let him. He used his grip on my hair to expose my neck in a long line, kissing and biting down to my shoulder. He sank his teeth into my shoulder blade, and I cried out with pleasure.

He released his pull on my head, letting me straighten my neck, but kept his hand wrapped in my hair. He looked into my eyes, our faces inches apart.

"You like it rough, don't you?" Billy asked.

I laughed. "Do you really have to ask?"

"No. I can feel how wet your pussy is. I just wanted to hear you say it," he said.

I licked my lips. "I like it rough."

He slapped my ass, catching me off guard in the best way possible, tearing a gasping moan from my throat. I rotated my hips, spreading my wetness across his lower abdomen, enjoying that delicious sting on my skin under his hand.

"Then slide down on my dick, baby. I'm going to destroy that pussy," he said.

To be continued....