Page 9 of Stick Around
“Look at me, Billy.” Her voice was cloaked in husky confidence.
He narrowed his eyes. “If I let myself see you, I’ll never get that picture out of my mind.”
Another rush of slippery heat welled between Grace’s legs. She climbed off his lap, onto the seat beside him, and tugged off her pants and underwear.
“Fuck,” Billy whispered to the roof of the truck.
Condensation fogged the windows, but the moon was still bright enough to illuminate Grace’s skin in its soft glow. She draped her naked body over Billy’s lap, straddling him once again, then twined her fingers into his hair, grabbing a handful in her fist.
She tugged his head down, forcing his vision to fall on her body. “Look at me,” she repeated. His eyes fell to her rounded, moonlit breasts, and he let out a rasping groan. Satisfied, Grace released his hair and leaned back into the steering wheel, giving Billy an unobstructed view.
He snaked his hands around her strong thighs on either side of his hips and dug his fingertips into her soft flesh. His eyes followed, drinking her in. He raked up her legs, hips, and ribs. Grace’s skin prickled as he softly scraped his fingernails down her arms. He grasped her hip and pressed his other palm against her lower belly, low enough that Grace rolled her hips up, begging for his touch. Instead, he drove his hand up her stomach and between her breasts, landing on her throat.
He locked his eyes on hers as his fingers bound around the delicate skin of Grace’s neck. Her mouth dropped open and her breathing grew ragged as she watched Billy’s eyes fixate on her open lips.
Still gripping her throat, Billy straightened his arm, putting distance between their bodies. He brought his other hand up from her hip to her mouth. The pad of his fingertip traced her lower lip before dipping inside. She closed her lips and sucked, swirling her tongue around his finger. She watched Billy’s eyes move from her lips to her nipples. He pulled his finger from her mouth and released her throat, freeing his hands to grasp her breasts.
Her breasts spilled out from his cupped palms, and her flesh sunk under the pressure of his kneading fingers. When he finally tipped his hands forward to tease her nipples between his fingertips, it overcame Grace. A strangled moan broke from her chest. Her head rolled back, and she closed her eyes, allowing the pleasure to wash over her. With each tweak of her plumped nipples, the need between her legs swelled, her body tightened and throbbed, and she panted in deep rasps.
Drunk with desire and aching to feel him inside, Grace grabbed for Billy, forcing her hungry hands up his shirt. She yanked at his sweatshirt.
“Get this off,” she begged.
Billy grabbed the hem of both his sweatshirt and t-shirt and stripped them off in one furious yank, revealing a tattoo of a motorcycle stretching across his firm pecs. Grace trailed her fingertips down the tattoo and across his abdomen, lingering to enjoy the unyielding ridges of his muscles, before coming to a rest on the metal button of his jeans. She held his eyes while she twisted the button open and slid the zipper down.
Reaching her feet to the floor on either side of his, she stood and leaned back, giving him space to pull his jeans off. The position arched her pelvis up, inches from Billy’s face, placing her most private part on full display. His eyes were on her and she startled when he sucked a sharp inhale between his teeth. Her muscles quivered, and another wave drenched her already wet folds. His eyes flashed up to hers, and she couldn’t tell what was behind them. Desire? Surprise, maybe? Whatever it was, she was making it happen, and it thrilled her.
He slid his hands between her thighs and ran the tip of both middle fingers around the folds of her skin. She gasped, and his eyes flashed back up to her face.
“Don’t stop.” It was barely a whisper.
He obeyed. Returning his gaze to her waiting pussy, Billy stroked his fingers along her skin, examining every bit of her as if committing it to memory. Grace’s breathing grew faster. He moved his attention up the folds of her entrance to her clit. He circled her with a slow, feather-light graze, watching her body as it swelled under his touch, before building to a firm pressure that had Grace panting and writhing against him.
“Look at yourself, Grace.” It was a command. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Don’t look at me. Look at yourself,” he repeated. Grace looked down to where his hand was grinding against her body. “You are fucking perfect, Grace. Everything about you. From your smile,” he ran one hand up to palm her breast, “to these tits,” he ran his hand back down, “to this…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Fuck,” he growled. “To this goddamn perfect pussy.”
Grace’s body vibrated under his praise.Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.
“You are so deliciously wet.” He paused and dipped a finger just inside her. She ground against him, desperate for more. He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the glistening liquid. He groaned. “Sofuckingdelicious.” He took her chin in his hand and demanded her gaze. “Seeing you like this,” he raised his eyebrows, “wild and reckless… You’re a fucking miracle, Grace.”
She cried out and bucked against his hand. “Please,” she begged. “I’ve been so good and I’ve waited so long and I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me, Billy.”
Lifting her hips with one hand, he dug his wallet out of his back pocket with the other. He yanked a condom out before tossing the wallet aside and wriggling out of his jeans, slapping his knees against her ass as he kicked the pant legs off. Grace sunk her hips back to his lap, allowing his cock to rise up between them. Billy reached for it, ready to roll the condom on, but she grabbed his wrist. He pulled back, allowing her time to explore his body the way she had allowed him to explore hers.
Her eyes flickered up from his cock to his face, and he must have recognized the surprise in her eyes, because a proud smirk spread across his lips. She tentatively took his shaft in her hand. It was solid and smooth in her palm. She curled her fingers around him and stroked up and down his length, slowly, two or three times, before looking back to his face. He was watching her touch him, his eyes intense, and when he traced the tip of his tongue along his teeth, Grace couldn’t take it any longer. She lifted up on her knees and Billy slid forward, positioning himself underneath her.
They locked eyes, and Grace lowered herself, inching him into her eager body. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her tight against his chest, and drove his hips up, burying himself deep. She squealed and clenched her muscles, overwhelmed by how completely he filled her, and he stilled.
“Are you okay?” His breath was hot and wet against her neck.
She nodded. “Yes.” Her voice was a ragged whisper. She exhaled. Soon, she felt herself relax around him, and she began to rock her hips. She moved slowly at first—tipping up, dipping back down, rolling in tight circles—focusing on each second so she could lock it in her memory.
Billy lowered his hands to her thighs and leaned back, allowing her to take control and for him to see every inch of her. He stroked his hands across her thighs and back before bringing them to her breasts. For a moment, he caressed them in his hands, circling his fingertips around her pink, peaked nipples. And then, with a soft but hungry growl, he leaned in and drew one into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled her right nipple while gently pinching and kneading her left, and a high-pitched moan broke free before she could stifle it.
“Mmm,” Billy sounded his approval into her breast.
The tingling in her nipples radiated to the depths of her body and forced her hips to rise higher, letting Billy slide almost entirely out of her before grinding back down as deeply as her body would allow. It was too much and not enough, all at once.
Billy pulled his mouth from Grace’s breast and gripped her hips, pressing his fingertips into her muscle. He held her in place as he drove his hips up, forcing his cock even deeper.
