𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒖𝒔 | 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒗𝒆

Fire | Chapter 13

IT WAS THE NEXT MORNING, the first birds had been chirping for a long time and it was already shortly after 11 o'clock. As Rose slowly woke up, she sleepily looked at the clock and realized this.

"Fuck," she muttered softly. Today was Friday and actually she and also Billy already had to sit in class since 8 o'clock.
Speaking of Billy... She turned her head to the right. He was still lying next to her, asleep. He looked so damn beautiful lying there, breathing quietly. She just looked at him for a few minutes before realizing she was staring at him.

Like a teenager in love. So she shook her head briefly in annoyance. In love with Billy Hargrove? But why else would she continuously feel that fire in her body when he looked at her. When he touched her. Was she in love?

Actually, she should have jumped up and hurried to school. But they had both already missed 3 hours and the lessons went on Fridays anyway only until 1 pm. It just wasn't worth it anymore. Nevertheless, Rose sat up careful not to wake Billy. Slowly she got up and slipped out of the room.

She went to the bathroom. If she was going to miss school, she might as well take a shower in peace until Billy woke up. She took off her panties and bra, got a towel ready and got into the shower.

Or rather, into the tub with a shower curtain.

She pulled it closed. In fact, she only did that when visitors were in the house.

The warm water splashed on her body and she got caught up in her thoughts.

Billy was in her bed. Again. They had become intimately close several times. He had beaten Steve up. And said a lion defends its prey. It was all so unbelievable. Just two weeks ago she would have laughed at someone who told her it would go the same way. She had always strictly avoided guys like him. But somehow Billy Hargrove was unavoidable.

By now she didn't think it was bad either.

Only one thing was still bothering her: she didn't know how serious he was and whether she was the only one. He generally took what he wanted, when he wanted it.

Suddenly, someone grabbed Rose's arm. She was almost scared to death, turned around quickly and slipped. Billy prevented her fall and grinned. She
was now half on top of him like this.

"Billy!" she groaned breathlessly. She hadn't heard the door open at all. If he had been a serial killer, she would be dead by now. He continued to grin, changing exactly nothing about the position.

"Didn't hear you come in at all" Rose breathed.

"That's what you get for thinking about me all the time" he countered. She felt caught and blush rose to her face. She was already very hot, this was not getting any better. She tried to stand up straight again so that she was no longer on top of Billy. Her skin was coming off of him. But he didn't even think about letting go and turned with her so that he was right behind her. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and put his hands on her stomach.

"Billy, I-" she started to say something in response, but Billy wouldn't let her.

"Shhh" he murmured deeply, his mouth right next to her ear. His right hand moved further down until he hit her pleasure spot with his fingers. Rose moaned softly and lustfully.

He massaged the spot briefly, then his fingers traveled down a little further and slowly penetrated her. His left hand now replaced the massaging on her clit. He hit exactly the places that were most sensitive for Rose. She felt his manhood growing and pressing against her bottom. But Billy did not allow any possibility to get out of the position. He kept his arms tightly around her and seemed to be concentrating on her all by himself right now. And he really knew how to use his hands. Two fingers of his right hand continued to push in and out in a regular rhythm.