Watching You: Part 2
Walking into Veros tonight, I am a jittery, anxious mess. I have been replaying my night with Billy all week. The first couple of days, I had that delicious ache between my legs that can only be caused by an incredible fuck. When I closed my eyes, I could feel his lips and hands on me. The small taste of him that I got hasn't left my tongue. I have been counting down the days until I could return to the club to do it all over again. Walking through the door though, I'm nervous. What if he doesn't show? What if he was only saying what he thought I wanted to hear? He's a famous adult content creator for god's sake. He can have any woman he wanted, and any woman would be stupid to turn him down. It was probably naïve of me to get my hopes up.
The bass is bumping, the lights are flashing, but I am numb to it all for the first time. All I can focus on is finding him. I consider heading straight to the VIP section to see if he's there, but there's no point, I don't have a proper pass. Instead, I head straight to the bar. I stop dead in my tracks when I see that Billy is propped up on a stool with my two shots of tequila ready in front of him. He's staring straight at me with that signature smirk on his face. He's probably been watching me this whole time.
"Billy..." I hesitate. "Hi! You came." I say, stepping up to him so that my hip brushes his left leg. My body instantly lights up.
He furrows his eyebrows and thins his lips.
God those lips!
"Sam. You seem surprised," he growls.
I giggle nervously. "I uh... well I.."
He doesn't even let me finish my stammering before he has my wrist in his hand dragging me behind him, up the stairs to the VIP section. He pulls me into the room, slamming the door behind us before pushing me up against it. His lips crash against mine and they feel even better than I remember. Our hands are all over each other. He's breathless and panting as he breaks the kiss.
"Were you not listening to me last week when I said I had to make you mine? Did you think I was joking?" he growls against my lips, his body tense.
I have to fight to keep the moan down that's dying to escape. Possessive Billy is out to play, and my body likes it a lot. "No, I was...I just.."
Before I can finish, he interrupts me again. "You just what? You didn't believe me? I guess I'm going to have to prove it to you." His lips collide with mine again. Kissing and nipping and sucking. He runs his hands down to grasp my ass and lifts me up. I wrap my legs around his hips, and I am instantly met with the feeling of his hard cock between my legs. The moan finally escapes, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against mine. I suck on it a little and he groans into my mouth.
My back is met with the cold glass of the window that over looks the dance floor. Its such a contrast to my heated skin. It causes me to arch into him, rubbing my breasts against his chest. My body slides down his and my feet hit the floor as he gently places me back down. He bends his head kissing and nipping his way down my neck and breasts, sucking my hard nipple into his mouth through the fabric of my shirt before removing it and moving lower.
He lands on his knees in front of me and it's a fucking site to see this sexy, dominant man on his knees for me. He undoes my jeans and pulls them down, along with my thong and tosses them somewhere behind him. He nips at my hip before standing back up and spinning me to face the window. "Hands against the glass baby girl." I immediately do what he says. I feel his fingers along my spine, the palm of his hand landing in between my shoulder blades, putting pressure there so I bend over. My ass is now on full display for him. I hear him groan behind me. "I didn't get enough time to worship this pussy and ass the way they deserve last week. Maybe after that, you'll believe me."
My head falls forward on a moan, my hair curtaining my face. I feel the sharp sting of his hand followed by pure heat on each cheek of my ass.
Oh, fuck yes!!
I press my forehead into the cool glass, trying to cool down my overheating body. My nipples are tight and aching. My pussy and thighs are soaked already.
"You okay with this, baby girl?" I barely hear him ask his question behind me. I am perfect, but I am finding it hard to think straight let alone find words with the control he's taking over my body. I feel his fingers reach into my hair, wrapping it in his fist as he pulls me up against him, my back arching, my breasts pointing skyward. I am panting. "Answer me baby or I stop everything." His gravelly demand washes over me.
"Ooh, yes Daddy. Please, don't stop!!!" I mewl.
He kisses my temple, and I can feel him smirk against me. "Good girl," he says into my ear.
