Page 10 of Stick Around
“Oh god,” Grace gasped. Embarrassing herself with her volume, she clamped her lips tight.
“Don’t.” Billy caught her by her chin. “Don’t quiet yourself.” He held her gaze. “Don’t hold anything back from me.” She nodded and shuddered out a breath.
Don’t hold anything back.
She took Billy’s hand and guided it between her legs, placing the pad of his thumb on her slick clit and steering it in firm circles. She didn’t take her eyes from his as she began to ride him—hard and fast. Something flickered behind his eyes, and he let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a chuckle. He shifted his hips and thrust into her.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“Louder,” Billy commanded, refusing to break eye contact.
“Yes,” she cried out again.
Billy sped up the motion of his thumb against Grace’s clit and pounded his cock into her again, harder. “Faster or slower, Gracie?” His voice shook.
“Faster,” she huffed.
“Softer or harder?”
“Harder.”
“Louder.”
Grace grabbed a handful of Billy’s hair and screamed. “Fuck… faster… harder. Please, Billy!”
He yanked her body tight against his and they lost control; entwined in one another, moving together as one desperate body. Everything beyond the edges of their skin faded to black. No hospitals, no expectations, no judgements. A symphony of skin slapping against skin and thick, panting breaths replaced the silence that had filled the truck earlier. Heavy, moist air clung to the windows and their bodies.
Billy’s movements grew frantic, and Grace watched, captivated, as his jaw fell open and his forehead muscles winced together. He was coming undone, and it made her feel beautiful, sexy, powerful—made the climax building within her surge closer to its peak. The muscles in her core pulsed and constricted, beaming euphoric, buzzing energy through her limbs and out her toes and fingers. She squeezed herself tight around him and he responded with a strained groan
“Grace.” His body jerked and her name spilled from his mouth as his hot liquid spilled inside her. Hearing him call her name in his moment of release was too much, and Grace shattered around him, crying out his name. Her body shuddered as wave after wave of blissful pleasure rolled through her. She clung to Billy, trembling and gasping, digging her nails into his back as she rode her release to its quivering end.
They held each other, limbs tangled, skin sticky, while their breathing slowed and their muscles stopped shaking. Billy grazed his fingertips up and down her back in an absentminded sort of way. It felt so familiar it made a lump form in Grace’s throat.
He must have noticed something behind her because his eyes broke from hers and he froze.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “I forgot about the condom.” He reached for the packet he’d tossed on the dashboard.
She brushed a sweaty lock of dark hair off his forehead. “It’s okay. I enjoyed being able to feel you.”
Billy sighed, and his posture relaxed again. “Me too.”
They sat in silence, studying each other’s faces. Grace narrowed her eyes and wiggled her thumb into Billy’s beard, pressing his hair to one side.
“What are you doing?”
“Looking for your scar,” she said. Billy had a scar on his chin from a hockey game when he and Noah were around sixteen. Grace was in the stands and she could still remember how red his blood was on the ice.
Billy ran his fingers through her hair. She sighed and drew her middle finger along his lower lip.
“I don’t want to go back to real life,” she whispered.
Billy swallowed hard and pulled her into his chest, wrapping his muscular arms around her.
“Me neither.”
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