Lost in the Darkness // Billie Eilish

Part XV

"C'mon," I drag out, groaning as I pull Emma towards the back of the bus.

"Billie we can't," she stops right before I can open the sliding door.

"Yes the fuck we can. Look, it has a lock." I gesture dramatically to the lock. "Nobody goes in here anyway except for me."

The room I was referring to was a little cubical area with a couch, a TV on the wall and a complimentary mini fridge. It was located at the very back of my tour bus and it was sort of an unspoken rule that it belonged to me.

"Are you positive this is a good idea?"

I have a love/hate relationship with the way she tends to think logically.

"I'm positive I wanna eat you out right now, so yeah." I smile widely.

She allows me to lead us into the room and I don't think twice before pulling her into my lap once I've sat down on the couch. Emma laughs lightly and comfortably straddles my thighs, her hands going up to cup my face.

We makeout for a few minutes, somehow her fingers find their way and tangle themselves into my hair, occasionally tugging at the roots in an attempt to make me moan. It worked time and time again.

I slipped my hands under her shirt and ran them up her frame, briefly moving to her shoulders and then dragging my fingernails down her back.

When we pulled away from the kiss, Our lips were swollen and I was completely dazed.

I left the last few kisses on her neck before gently removing her off of me and having her sit down instead. I got on my knees in front of her, crossed my arms to toss my shirt and asked her to take off all of her clothes.

I silently thanked God for the sight before me as I lifted her legs and propped them over my shoulders. My pinkened lips grazed across her inner thighs, pepping kisses up them.

Just as I was about to start, I paused.

"Fuck, hold on." I leaned over and grabbed a hair tie off of the coffee table and quickly tied my back into a low, messy bun. Emphasis on messy; I was in a hurry.

"Sorry," I mumbled, resuming what I had been doing before.

"You're okay," she smiled softly at my apology, a certain glow on her face and admiration in her actions as she circled stray pieces of hair around my ear.

Finally, I leaned in further and slowly dragged my tongue up her labia, then down again.

Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, displaying those eyelashes I adore so much, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

I glanced up and gently suckled her clit into my mouth, my tongue simultaneously swirling around it.

"Oh my god," she breathed out, opening her eyes again to take a look for herself.

Flattening by tongue this time, I lapped at her vulva haltingly, using my head to guide my motions rather than my tongue itself.

If I hadn't been paying attention, I wouldn't have noticed the way she shuddered just a little whenever I'd linger onto her clit.

Not much time had gone by before she began to subtly grind against my face.

Almost immediately, I pulled away, spread her lips apart and spat, diving in soon after. She let out a quiet gasp when I did so, which brought a gratifying smile to my face.

With each passing second her moans got louder and her breathing, irregular.

Next, I hooked my arms around her thighs and held her securely in place. I closed my eyes and started to move my head side to side, letting my tongue explore freely.