A/N: Reader discretion is advised. Like for real. ;)
I pointed to where my room was, too scared to talk. I knew my voice would come out high pitched. Billie still had that effect on me. I was always anxious when he got like this. Not nervous. Well maybe a little. He is way more experienced than me. But mainly, the thought of him this way excited the hell out of me.
He walked in the direction that I pointed, with me still on his shoulder. Surprisingly lightly, Billie kicked my bedroom door open with his foot and entered. He set me down on the bed and kicked his shoes off, crawling on top of me moments after.
He smiled down at me, making me smile back at him. He leaned down and connected his lips to mine. I felt so sappy knowing that I had missed this feeling. Sue me.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him slightly closer to me. He chuckled at this. "Eager, are we?"
"You have no idea." I sighed against him as I pulled him by one of the loops on his black jeans. I felt his member press right against me, making us both moan out at the instant feeling. He was already hard. And damn, if that didn't excite the living hell out of me.
He bit down on my lower lip gently and tugged it a bit, teasing the hell out of me. In response I tugged at the hem of his shirt, sighing once he finally took the shirt off. I sat up and let my fingers roam over his tattoos.
He chuckled in response. "you really like my tattoos, don't you?"
I blushed at this. "that obvious?"
He laughed at this and I couldn't help but smile. "Only a little." He ran his right index finger up and down my body, in an attempt to get me to take off my shirt.
I smirked slightly at this. "What? You don't feel like taking control?" I asked, trying to taunt him.
His smile faded. "Oh, that's how you wanna play it?"
I straddled his lap. "I don't care how we play. Just as long as I get to play with you."
He gripped my hips, pulling me closer into him. I let out a gasp.
"Baby girl, likes that huh?" he asked, amusement lacing his voice.
I held back a moan by biting down on my lower lip. He laughed at this. "Come on Mel, you know I don't like it when you're quiet" at this point, he had me grinding against him. He ripped my top off of me and honestly, I don't remember when he did that. All I felt was pleasure. It was euphoric. Billie Joe is euphoric.
I was on the verge already and it was embarrassing as hell. "B-Billie" I moaned.
"Yeah?" he teased, stopping our movements.
"Please" I whined. I hated the thought of begging.
"Please what, babe?" he asked.
"P-please.. oh god. Please fuck me." I begged.
I heard him smirk at this. "Anything for you."
He switched positions so that I was now laying back on my bed and he was on top of me. He unbuttoned the button on my jeans and slid them down my legs. My panties soon followed after. I was completely naked at this point and felt so vulnerable.
And hell, if that didn't turn the both of us on like crazy.
He stood up and removed his belt. He walked over to me and his smirk was back. I was confused as hell.
"I'm not gonna hurt you baby," his smirk faded into a soft smile. "just trust me okay? Put your arms together and up by the bed post."
I took in a deep breath. This man will be the death of me, I swear. Reluctantly, I put my wrists together and next to the bed post, and rather quickly, Billie Joe wrapped his belt somewhat tightly around my wrists and tightened the belt around the bed post, securing me in place.
He took off his pants and his boxers followed. He leaned down and grabbed a condom from the pocket of his pants and rolled it on. He crawled on top of me and I grew more impatient as time went on.
"Are you scared?" he asked, taking in my appearance.
"Just shut up and screw me, would ya Billie Joe?" I spat. His eyes darkened, a chuckle escaping his lips.
He bent down and whispered in my ear. "I thought you'd never ask." And with that, he entered me.
I let out a loud moan and his mouth covered mine almost instantly. Our tongues fought for dominance. He ended up winning, I think it was because I was too caught up in the pleasure I was feeling.
It felt like we had been going forever and I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach. We had changed positions, well as many as we could with me being tied to my bed post. I let out a higher pitched moan, making Billie Joe look at me.
"You gonna cum for me baby? Huh?" he teased, but he sounded aroused at the same time. He was close too.
"Oh god yeah. Please." I moaned.
"Do it baby. Come on. Be a good girl for me." he groaned. I couldn't hold back anymore. I let go. Billie soon followed.
He pulled out of me, untied my hands from my bedpost, and basically collapsed on top of me. I didn't care. I held him against me and wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, holding him in place.
We laid there for what felt like forever until we decided to speak up.
"Billie?" I asked.
"Yeah?" he replied, sounding rather tired. I giggled slightly.
"Are you mad at me still?" I asked, getting nervous.
"No babe. I was never mad. Just scared. But once I got here and saw your place and heard how well you have this under control, I became rather impressed really fast. Honestly, you never fail to surprise me." he answered.
I couldn't help but smile wide at this and pull him closer, hugging him. He hugged me back.
Everything felt right in my world at this very moment.
But something told me it wouldn't be like this for long.
. . .
A/N: So. Uhh.... happy 2017.
Okay but like how is this story not been rated M by Wattpad like I have at least three chapters with smutty smut and lots of swearing but whatevs.
Also, HOW IS THIS STORY ALMOST AT 20K READS LIKE I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!
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