Chance Encounter Pt 08

"So, Dolly, your place or mine?" Billy asked.

"I was thinking somewhere here," I said, smiling.

"Oh," he said, a little surprised but very intrigued. He scanned the gallery with just his eyes. "Not too many private places around here."

I thought about it for a minute. Bathroom? No. Been there done that. Plus, it would be too crowded. The proverbial light bulb clicked on above my head. Ashley had an office somewhere in this place, I just wasn't sure where. I had only been to the gallery twice before that night, and that was during renovations. Anyways, I knew she had one, and you could be damn sure I was going to find it.

"I know where we can go," I said.

Billy smiled. "Lead the way."

As much as I wanted to lead him by the cock, I figured it might draw too much attention. Reluctantly, I let him go and grabbed his hand. His big hand engulfed mine as I led the way, snaking through the crowd. I made my way towards the back. Like Billy said, there wasn't much private real estate in the building. More than likely wherever the bathrooms were, Ashley's office would be nearby.

I looked over my shoulder at Billy. His gaze was focused on me, that ever-present smile slightly curving his luscious lips. It was like he was privy to some cosmic joke us mere mortals could never comprehend. Our eyes locked together, and he winked at me. I smiled as I looked ahead again, putting some pep in my step.

I was almost certain we were coming up to the bathrooms because of the long line of females. No matter what, there was always a line to the ladies' room. I stood on my tiptoes, trying to see if there was a hallway or anteroom beyond the crowd. Unfortunately, standing on my tiptoes only gave me an inch and a half more height. So, basically, my short ass couldn't see shit.

We made it to the crowd of people, and I pushed my way through. Billy trailed close behind.

Come on, fortune. Give me a smile. Let her office be down here...

Much to my absolute delight, a hallway lay before us. And at the end, there was a door. I was so giddy I had to fight the urge to skip down the hallway. It was like I found the magical wardrobe to Narnia or something. I picked up my pace, dragging Billy with me.

As we got closer to the door, my giddiness dashed against the rocks. There was a fucking keypad lock on the door. I stood in front of the door, staring at the keypad, hoping maybe if I stared at it long enough it might open.

"Fuck," I said under my breath. I reached for the handle and turned it on the off chance that it might be unlocked. The handle moved but the door did not budge.

Billy chuckled behind me at my feeble attempt.

I turned around to look at him. "I had to try," I said.

"Well, you tried. So, unless you can miraculously guess the code out of the 10,000 possible combinations, let's go to my place," he said.

That made me think for a second. Ashley was a one-trick pony when it came to passwords. She tended to use one password for all her accounts and her birthdate for number passcodes. I probably could guess it. And rather quickly, too.

I figured I would take the opportunity to fuck with him. "Care to make a friendly wager?" I asked.

Billy raised an eyebrow. "What? That you can guess the code?" he asked.

"Yep," I answered.

Billy's next laugh was his signature, sly one. "You psychic now?" he asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Okay," he said. "Twenty bucks says you can't."

"Fifty bucks," I countered.

"Alright, Ms. Psychic, but you only get three tries," he added.

"You're on," I said.

Billy put his hand out and we shook on it.

I spun around on my heels, ready to make an easy fifty bucks. I rubbed my hands together. Okay, here we go. I punched in Ashley's birth month and day. The keypad flashed red, beeping loudly.

The next combo I punched in was her birth month, day, and year. The keypad did the same thing again.

"One more try, Ms. Psychic," Billy razzed me.

"I only need one more try," I told him, typing in what I was certain would be the correct code, her birth year.

The keypad flashed green, and the lock clicked open. I turned the handle and pushed the door open.

"Viola," I said as the door swung back on its hinges.

"Well, I'll be damned," Billy said, voice laced with amusement.

I smiled at him triumphantly, turning sideways to usher him into the office.

"So, you're really psychic?" he asked, walking forward.

"Perhaps," I answered.

Billy came to a stop before crossing the threshold and looked deep into my eyes. Immediately, I was lost in those beautiful, green irises. I had never known anyone who could put so much heat and passion into their stare. It made my knees weak.

He gave me a dangerous smile. "Then you know exactly what I'm going to do to you in there," he said, voice going even deeper.

Like my life flashing before my eyes, so many naughty images ran through my mind in a couple of seconds. If this was a movie, a montage of Billy and me in various sexual positions would have appeared on screen. In each one my moans would grow louder while Billy thrusts became more forceful. A chill ran through me, sending every hair on the back of my neck upright while simultaneously causing a flood in my panties.

Between that statement and the look in his eyes, I forgot how to talk. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out.

Billy laughed slyly as he walked into the office with me following eagerly behind. I shut the door and locked it, praying silently that my sister didn't come barging in anytime soon. I turned around and Billy was there, standing directly in front of me. Before I could react, his lips met mine. He kissed me as he used his body to press me up against the door.

His hands went to my shoulders then ran down my arms to my wrists. He raised my arms from my side and above my head. He kept hold of my wrists, pinning them to the door. He thrust his knee between my legs, grazing my pussy with his thigh. Even over my jeans the sensation made me gasp in his mouth.

Our tongues intertwined like silk ribbons, exploring the depths of each other's mouths with fervor and skill. That deep, French kissing where time seems to stand still as you indulge in the dance of each other's tongues, savoring your shared raw passion and primal hunger. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating connection we had as our lips melded in ecstasy.

Billy shifted my left wrist to his left hand so he could free his right hand to slip under my shirt. His big hand held both my wrists effortlessly. He pulled my bra down enough to expose my nipple. He used the pad of his thumb to softly rub circles over my nipple. Soft moans involuntarily escaped my throat. My clit throbbed, aching to be touched.

I bent my knees until I was straddling his thigh. Billy kept holding my wrists but allowed my body to slide down the door enough, so my arms weren't straining in his grip. My swollen clit felt so good pressed against his muscular thigh. I started grinding my pussy on his leg as he continued caressing my nipple.

"I'm...going...to...cum...," I managed to get out between breaths.

Billy pulled back enough to look into my eyes. "Do it, baby. Cum for me. Keep grinding that needy pussy on my thigh. I want to feel you soak through your jeans."

No sooner than he finished that sentence, than I finished, too. I went still for a second, enjoying the orgasm, shaking against his body.

Billy growled deep in his chest. "Good girl." Then he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

I licked my lips, smiling. Billy smiled back, letting go of my wrists. My arms fell to my side lifelessly as I kept myself propped up against the door. Billy turned around, walking further into the room.

"So, what kind of trouble can we get into in here," Billy replied, looking around the room.

I wondered that myself and looked around with him. To the right set a fancy desk, antique by the look of it, and expensive. The chair behind it was even fancier. Two large cherry wood bookshelves framed the desk on either side of the wall, filled mostly with art books and some expensive tchotchkes. Straight across from the desk was a wet bar with not only a mini fridge but a wine fridge as well.

"Very decadent," I said, mostly to myself. I wasn't bitter or anything. I was happy my sister was doing so well. It just seemed like indulgence overkill. Way too bourgeois for my taste. Then I spotted something on the back wall that made me change my tune...a big, comfy couch.

Bourgeois for the win.

"How did you guess the code?" Billy asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

He kept his back to me, still studying his surroundings.

I laughed. "You don't believe I'm psychic anymore?"

Billy laughed his sly laugh, turning around to face me. "I never did," he answered.

"Would you believe divine intervention brought on through prayer?" I asked.

Billy laughed harder, genuinely amused by that. "I don't think God cares if we have a place to fuck."

I laughed with him. "Good point," I agreed. I pushed away from the door and walked towards him. "My sister owns this gallery. This is her office."

I came to a stop a couple of feet in front of him. I got distracted by his exquisiteness for a moment as I took in every inch of his beautiful face. How could one person be so incredibly attractive? God definitely broke the mold after he made Billy Rawn. He was the sun. If I stared long enough, would I go blind?

"So, you already knew the code?" he asked.

"No. I really did guess the code, but she tends to use the same code for everything," I said.

"Aren't you clever," he said.

"What can I say," I said, giving him a naughty smile, "I have many different talents." I took a few steps towards him, my hands going to his belt. "Speaking of, there's one particular talent I have that I know you are quite fond of." I kept my eyes locked with his as I unbuckled his belt and undid the button on his slacks.

"Is that so?" Billy asked, voice rumbling.

I nodded my head, pulling his zipper down. My eyes travelled down as well to see his cock and how hard it was. He was wearing these sexy, greenish turquoise boxer briefs. He was also harder than a diamond in an ice storm. Yeah, I just quoted Ricky Bobby. I licked my lips, looking back up into his eyes.

"I've wanted your cock in my mouth since I saw you," I said.

Billy gave me a seductive smile. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Then you should get comfortable," I said, leading him backwards toward the couch with a hand on each shoulder.

When his calves bumped the couch, I gave him a gentle push down onto the cushions. Billy pushed his pants to his feet while I slipped my sweater over my head. He watched my every movement like a predator hunting its prey.

I dropped to my knees before him. I ran my hands up his thighs, trailing my nails against his skin. Billy shivered slightly. I reached the band of his underwear and slipped my hand in to pull out his huge cock. It stretched upward to his abdomen. Precum glistened on the tip. I pointed his cock towards my face and eagerly licked the tip clean.

"Oh, Jade," Billy moaned.

I let my lips glide over his head and put as much of his cock in my mouth that I could. There was an undertone of sweetness to his precum. It was like he was created in a lab for a woman's pleasure.

His hands went to my head, and he gathered all my hair up into a ponytail. He used the ponytail to guide my mouth up and down his cock, now controlling the speed instead of me.

"Fuck," Billy rumbled. "You make me feel so good."

I smiled internally while he fucked my face.

Without warning, Billy said, "Get up."

Before I could move, he was pulling me to my feet by my upper arms and laying me back on the couch. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and yanked them down. I raised my hips some to give him leverage to get them past my ass. I kicked my shoes off as he removed the jeans and tossed them to the side. We repeated those steps with my panties.

Billy lowered his face to my stomach and began to sensually kiss his way down. He spread my legs open with his hands on my thighs. I had a feeling I knew where this was going, and I debated whether I should stop him.

Why would I ever stop him from going down on me, you ask? Well, believe it or not, I'm not really into a guy eating me out. I have never been brought to orgasm by it and after a while it gets frustrating and kinda boring. Several women have told me it's because I haven't found someone who does it right.

That would mean the handful of guys that have tried didn't know how to eat pussy. Is that possible? I always assumed there was something wrong with me. He was starting to settle between my thighs, and I quickly grabbed his face with both hands, lifting his eyes up to mine.

Billy gave me a confused look, his forehead creasing. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Wait, don't tell me you're one of those girls that worries about how her pussy smells."

"Pish, no. I know I'm clean. Besides, you've been all up in it before. Why would I care now?" I asked, bluntly.

Billy laughed at that. "Then what's the problem?"

"I've never been able to cum this way. Honestly, I could take it or leave it," I said.

Billy shook his head, staring at me in disbelief. "Wait, I'm sorry. I must have misheard you. Did you just say you've never cum from oral?"

I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Oh, you poor thing," Billy said, sympathetically. "Every woman deserves to have her pussy eaten until she is soaked and shaking."

I bit my lip at the thought. "Think you can accomplish what no other man has?"

Billy slid his middle and ring finger into my mouth to the knuckle. "Shhhh. Just relax. I'm going to show you how a real man does it."

I sucked his fingers until he pulled them from my mouth. He brought his face back down between my legs and planted a soft kiss on each lip. Then he licked in a long line from my opening to my clit, finishing the move with a kiss to my clit. He repeated that move, occasionally switching it up by sticking his tongue in my opening for a few seconds.

Immediately, I could tell Billy had skills none of those other guys could even dream of. The sensations and feelings he was giving me were on another level. And we were just getting started.

"Hmmm, fuck," I said.

After a while, or a few minutes, I don't know I lost all track of time; he focused his tongue on my clit. God, it felt so good. I started to writhe uncontrollably, gripping the arm of the couch to keep from climbing the walls with pleasure. Then, much to my surprise, he slipped his fingers inside me. I assumed it was the two fingers he stuck in my mouth.

"Oh God!" I cried out.

He moved his fingers in and out of me rigorously while continuing to tongue my clit. I was feeling a sensation I hadn't felt before. An absolute delicious sensation when Billy moved his fingers a certain way in my pussy. Was that my G-spot? The feeling ran through my entire body, arching my back.

"Oh, my fucking God!" I exclaimed. "That feels so fucking good, Billy."

His nimble fingers picked up speed, moving faster. An explosive orgasm was building just as fast. He kept stroking that sweet spot. Over and over until I screamed my orgasm at the ceiling.

I felt a rush of warmth. Billy sat up, still fingering me, and I got to see myself squirt for the first time ever.

"Yessss," Billy growled, smiling victoriously as he watched me squirt like a fountain.

He helped it along by fingering me hard and fast. As I kept squirting, I kept orgasming. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. My entire body convulsed with extreme ecstasy. It was fucking amazing.

"Holy fuck!" I yelled.

The fountain died down to a trickle, and Billy removed his fingers. Billy laughed his sly laugh as I lay there, soaked and shaking. After a moment or two, my brain started to work again, and I could form a sentence. But all I managed to say was, "Wow."

"I, too, have many talents," Billy replied.

"I'll say," I said, looking at him through a haze of orgasmic bliss.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when there was a loud knock at the door.

To be continued....