I get up off of him and take my dress and pantyhose off, leaving me in my bra and underwear. He gives me a look of lust and wonder as he is completely shocked by my actions. "What did I say?" I touch his chest softly, Billy moaning loudly into my mouth as I kiss him.
"That I'm yours." He says quietly as I lean back down so I'm on top of him.
"Good to know Hargrove." I grab his hand and place it on my breast and he knows what to do. He takes his other hand and tugs at my panties. I tease him a little more letting him know that I own this shit. I was ready. I knew that Billy was ready at any time I wanted to throw down but he was waiting for me to be okay with it. I place both of his hands at the hooks of my bra, again, he knows what to do. I throw the piece of clothing on the floor before I take Billy's shirt off. I help him take off his blue jeans.
"You've helped me enough, why don't I help you baby." I nod my head seductively and he rubs up and down my hips and pulls harshly at my underwear. I grab a condom from my bedside table drawer and hand it to him. He winks and shoves it on. He rolls me under him. I gasp at his firm grip on my arms.
"I love your touch," I say.
"Now you are mine." I love his domination, it makes me feel good inside. I probably know what that is though. His kisses are soft and sweet, biting my bottom lip for entrance. I give him permission and at the same time, he's entering my heat slowly and then at once making me gasp. It feels so good to have him inside me finally. I gasp more and more as he picks up the pace leaving me breathless and ready to reach my climax already. I moan and moan so close to the peak.
"Billy, please baby," I yell his name, and Billy stops me from yelling by kissing me hard on my lips and then all the way down my neck and to my left breast. I feel so emotional and I want to cry out his name.
"Yes Marlowe, baby, what do you want?"
"I want to release, Billy, I fucking wanna obliterate." He laughs at my lips and plunges deeper. I climax slowly, making me shake all the way down to my core. I can feel it all over my body, and it fucking feels good. He gets up and lays beside me. As I calm down, I whisper to Billy, "That was freaking amazing."
"It was all you." He traces shapes on my bare stomach. First a star and then a heart. I loved that feeling. I loved the feeling of him next to me, whispering in my ear, kissing my hair, rubbing my arms when we'd just relax here, together. I loved him. And I will never stop.
It was a cold November morning, most of the leaves had fallen and the bitter cold wind was just starting to set in. I drove myself to school that day because my parents were working too late. School was a complete mess. Jonathan wouldn't stop taking pictures of me, Nancy wouldn't stop bragging about the amazing sex she had with Steve, and something was wrong with Billy. He wasn't speaking to me when no one was looking and he definitely didn't make quick, sudden, romantic glances in the hallways or in the classroom. Which left me no choice but to see him after school.
When I got home my parents were very quiet as they were sitting on the porch, where you could hear, very clearly, the screaming coming from the Hargroves'. I quickly set down my stuff and walk over to their house before either of my parents could tell me no. I walk into the unlocked front door and see Max sitting at the kitchen table, listening to her walkman that I got her for her birthday. The album she listens to right now is Michael Jackson's 1979 album, 'Off The Wall'. It's one of her favorites. Max looks at me and points down towards the hallway where Billy's room is, that's where the screaming comes from.
"You will not be under my roof and speak to your sister that way!" I hear Neil's words echo loudly. I start to feel my heart pound more and more as I get closer. I'm standing outside his room witnessing what the hell is going on and I die a little. I see tears roll down Billy's face and I know I need to do something.
"You, Mr. Hargrove, need to stop hurting Billy," I run over to Billy, shielding him from Neil. "Billy may talk to his sister in a harsh way sometimes, but listen to me here, there is no need to hit your own son like a personal punching bag to take out your own damn problems on. He fucking deserves better." Neil goes back into a stationary position and leaves the room. I turn around to face Billy. His tears rolling down his face more and more. I wipe them away before hugging him. His grip tightened on me, never wanting to let go. I did the best I could. He leads me to his bed and we sit down then sharing a quick sweet kiss before he says a quiet thank you. I nod, slightly smiling. As we sit there, I trace a heart and a star on his forearm. I give him a terrified look.
"What Marlowe, what is it?" He says softly, caressing my face.
"Now I know."
"What, you know what?"
"Where they came from." I look down at the countless scars and bruises. He looks up at me, another tear.
"Every damn day." And I start to cry.
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Private Eyes- Billy Hargrove {Stranger Things}
Science Fiction"I can't believe it. He still pulling you, isn't he?" She says shaking her head as she opens her notes, trying to look busy as he sits across from the both of us. "Like a string," I say quietly, glancing at him. Without a glance back, he speaks. ...