Rock-a-Billie Blues

Twelve

We were a completely disheveled mess, she looked like Venus, splayed across my bed the way she was. Her hair spread across my sheets, arms thrown above her head in abandon, heaving chest fighting against her restrictive garment.

How'd I get so lucky?

Rolling over to her side, I couldn't help but gaze into her eyes.

Confident girl she was, the vixen stared right back, raising a brow at me. "Like what you see handsome?"

Planting a soft peck on her forehead, I marvelled at her brilliance. "You know I do darlin'!"

She sat up, kicked off her heels and ran her fingers through the strings woven through the front of her corset. Loosening the bracing before shimmying it over her head. "You don't mind if I walk around topless do you?"

I couldn't help but bark out a laugh, is she serious? Sticking out my tongue I rasped, "I don't know about that Billie. How could I possibly tolerate a beautiful young woman walking around my house topless?"

She rolled her eyes and slowly headed to my dresser, wanting to get a rise out of me.

"But!" I stopped her before she could cover up. "If you must, I guess I can endure it." Throwing my hand over my face, smile cemented on.

Tossing her hair behind her back, she made sure I had a full view of her. Thank you God. She left the room and came back with the DVD. "Come on Washington! Let's watch it, you're not getting off that easy. I was informed that there would be dinner also."

Saluting her, I zipped up my jeans and hopped to it. "Yes Miss! I'll get right on that, forgive my tardiness."

We both laughed, everything felt as natural as breathing. I served up the pasta as she set up camp on my beaten up grey lounge.

She snuggled into me as I handed over a bowl, her eyes scrunching as she smelt the contents. "Mmmm smells good, basil?"

I nodded. "Good nose as well as good ear. It's puttanesca, the only thing I can cook really."

Picking up the fork, she twirled the spaghetti around and took a hearty bite, licking the stray sauce that made it to her upper lip. Even the way she ate was sexy.

"Verdict?"

As her eyes rolled back and she went for another mouthful, I had my answer.

I tucked in, enjoying the taste of fresh cherry tomatoes mixed with fresh capers. We talked about different styles of music that influence us, not overly surprised that we almost shared a list. Nina Simone, Sarah Vaughn, Ray Charles, Elvis, Johnny Cash all turning up.

She grabbed the bowl off me and plonked them in the sink before washing them up. Watching her doing such a mundane task adorned with nothing but a g-string and fishnets was comical.

"You don't have to do that sweetheart! Not that I'm complaining." I pulled my glasses off the coffee table and perched them on the bridge of my nose.

Wiping her hands, she swayed her hips all the way to my tv and inserted the movie. She sat between my legs, pulling my arms over her chest. "Have I told you how sexy you look with glasses on? Sweet honey and molasses, I can hardly stand it." My temptress ground her arse into my crotch, a low hum rumbling from her slightly parted mouth.

But, as soon as those red lips started singing Science Fiction, she focused on the film, singing a gorgeous rendition of the original. She teased me throughout the film, but came to a complete halt whenever I got too excited.

There's something to be said about delayed gratification...

It was like a see-saw, singing together, laughing and acting out scenes. Then she would straddle me, kiss me, lick me, bite me. Anything to get my motor going.

And, just before things started getting interesting, she'd sit away from me, play coy, break into song. "It's astounding, time is fleeting..."

Two can play at that game.

Waiting patiently for my moment, she snuggled into me when she'd smashed the classic out of the park. Placing my hands behind my head, I refrained from touching her, crooning the infuriating girl.

Running her hands down my chest and stomach, stopping just shy of my cock... fuuuuuuck...

But, I held strong.

Tucking my hands behind my head, I pretended to focus on the movie. I tried to focus on my breathing, making sure it didn't hitch when she "accidentally" grazed my crotch with her fingers, or fidgeted on me, apparently trying to find the most comfortable position.

Breath Jeffrey, breath.

It didn't take long for her to grow impatient. Throwing the clueless facade to the wind, she shamelessly petted me, stroked me, kissed and sucked at my neck. Anything to get my attention, to make me fold.

Think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts, think unsexy thoughts.

As Frankenfurter entered Janet's room, Billie knelt between my legs, leaning back so her hands touched her ankles, displaying her rounded breasts. Begging for me to touch her.

Give me strength!

"Come on, Jeffrey." Unclasping her ankles, she slowly ran her fingers down to her centre. Her cheeky smirk made a reappearance when my gaze followed her trail.

"You are not fighting fair baby." I'd crossed my arms, trying to make any kind of barrier, desperately wanting to win this battle.

But, as she rolled her index and middle finger round her clit, a involuntary whinny rumbling out of my lips.

Her free hand crept up to her breast, shamelessly fondling the weight, tempting me into doing the same. "Touch-e, touch-e, touch-e, touch me!" She sang, breathy tones making my cock twitch. "I wanna feel dirty."

Straddling me, massaging her pussy on my swelling cock. "Thrill me, chill me, fulfill me." Her slender fingers made their way under my white tee, finding a small hole and tearing it in half.

Holy shit!

Why am I fighting this?

Billie's hands left a blazing flame of sensation wherever she touched. Emerald challenged me, gently tugging at my chest hair. "Creature of the night."

Shrugging off the remnants of my shirt, I weaved my fingers into her hair, pulling her in for a deep passionate kiss. Tongues massaging, cheeky nips shared as the heat between us became fucking incendiary.

Her swollen lips broke from mine, growling at me with feral ferocity. "I'm going to ride you so hard Washington! Have you got the appropriate PPE?"

Undoing my belt, I lifted my hips, freeing me of all clothing. "Well darlin', I think I'm in..." I lined her up, thrusting my cock to the hilt. "Waaay too deep, wouldn't you say?"

Grabbing my nape, fighting back a shiver, she wrenched my head back and licked up to my jawline. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you."

Her pussy clenched around my cock. I'd say it was tight, but fuck me, that would be the understatement of the century.

I grasped her thighs, bucking my hips to meet hers. Even though I'd already come, fuck I was close, sweet Jesus, our Lord and Saviour! I gritted my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut. "So fucking good."

I'd never been fucked like this before, so passionate, the urgency of her relentless pace, egging me on to match her. I forget to breathe, holding on, waiting for that pre-quiver.

"It's okay Jeffrey." She puffed, her breasts bouncing with each bob of her hips. "I know you want to." And without warning, she clamped her mouth onto my neck, sucking it so hard there was no way she didn't leave a mark. The bombardment of sensation toppled me over, stars dancing in my eyes.

When she finally let go, she whispered into my ear, "just marking my territory."

Guess it's scarves for me for the foreseeable future...