Chapter Twenty Two

Billie reached one hand to grasp his shaft, but Jon caught her wrist, shaking his head.

“Wait, Billie.” His voice was rough with need. “You gotta give me a minute, darlin’.”

She looked up at him in confusion, and Jon grinned painfully as he had to explain.

“Billie - feeling you cum - making you cum - got me so fuckin’ hard that if you touch me right now I’ll cum….lemme get myself together first.”

She pouted a little, but sat back on her heels, gazing up at him. Breathing deeply, Jon forced control onto himself, but did allow himself one indulgence.

“Take off your shirt.” He requested. “I want to see you.”

Billie obeyed, tossing her t shirt aside, and now Jon could see the dull red marks of his fingers on the pale flesh. Feeling like he could keep from losing control now, Jon drew her hand up, wrapping her fingers around his cock.

“So hard.” Billie whispered, letting Jon slide her hand up and down his length, rubbing her thumb over the tip on each stroke.

Unbidden, she moved closer, her free hand lightly cupping his balls, gentle squeezes in rhythm with their stroking hands. For Jon, the eroticism of both their hands working on his swollen flesh was delicious, then Billie brought her mouth toward him. Since he hadn’t yet told her what to do, she decided to try to convince him to tell her.

“Do you like if I kiss you?” She asked, laying a feathery kiss on the tip of him, then letting her tongue slip out to caress around the swollen head. “Or do you like me to lick you?” A slow dip of her head, her tongue sliding all the way to his balls and back to the head. “When I lick you all the way down?”

“Yes.” Jon grated through clenched teeth.

“Yes to which?” Billie flicked her tongue on him before kissing again. “Or do you mean yes to both?”

“Both.” Jon said hoarsely, lifting his hand from his dick to lay it on her head, the blue eyes intense as he watched her. “And I like……I want you to suck my dick, baby.”

His hand was encouraging her down onto him, and Billie kissed the tip again, her lips still against the sensitive skin as she spoke softly.

“Suck like this?” She took just the distended head into her mouth, sucking in rhythm with her hand sliding on his shaft, then lifting back to touch her lips to the end. “Or suck like this?” With that, she gradually took his full length into her mouth, into her throat, swallowing against him then raising her head again to look at him. “Which do you like, Jon?”

“Sweet Jesus.” He groaned. “I thought you said you weren’t good at this?”

“I’m not.” Billie looked surprised. “Craig never liked……”

“Don’t mean to hurt your feelings, Billie.” Jon said - hoping he wasn’t about to leave himself having to finish things off alone. “But if Craig didn’t like having that mouth - your mouth - wrapped around his dick, he was a fuckin’ moron. Please…..I loved when you took me all the way deep, darlin. Do it again, please….”

Billie looked up at Jon, considering. She suddenly remembered, though, exactly what Craig had said, when he said he didn’t want her giving him head. How he’d said it wasn’t something ‘nice’ girls did, even to their fiancé. How his whole attitude to sex, really, had been so old-fashioned. She’d loved him deeply, but she couldn’t imagine him fucking her on the kitchen table, pounding her into screaming abandon. And definitely couldn’t see him loving her out in the open, in broad daylight, like Jon had done. Billie was naturally inquisitive, and that carried over into sexual curiosity - something Craig had tried to suppress, somehow. She’d never realised it before, and Billie blinked up at Jon, then she smiled, moving in to sink him into her mouth once more.

Jon groaned as Billie took him in, her tongue flicking against him, taking him deep then rising to suck on the tip, over and over, feeling Jon fisting both hands into her hair, guiding her movements and dictating the pace.

Billie could hear him groaning above her, panting her name as he thrust deeper into her mouth, hips pumping.

“Billie…..oh, Jesus, Billie…..faster, darlin’……suck me, oh……….harder……..oh, God, I’m gonna……..”

With Jon’s hands in her hair, Billie obeyed his mumbled requests, bobbing her head faster on him, sucking harder, until his final gasp, when she took him all the way into her throat again, letting his cum pulse down her throat, slightly regretting it because she didn’t get to taste him. Jon’s hands were so tightly fisted in her hair that Billie was afraid to try to raise her head from where she had her face buried at his crotch, in case he took handfuls of her hair away. As she felt his back relax from the bow-taut arch, letting his dick ease back from her throat, Billie was able to move back, releasing him from her mouth.

Jon’s face was flushed, his head back and eyes closed as he panted, and Billie reached to gently rub her fingers up his belly, into the thick mat of chest hair. At the caress, Jon opened his eyes, looking at her dreamily.

“Ca’ Ballou.” He mumbled.

“Huh?!”

“You. Cat Ballou. How’s it go? ‘face of an angel and a mouth like the devil’?”

“I don’t know.” Billie shrugged, but she grinned at the description regardless. “But I doubt this is quite what they meant anyway.”

“Don’t care.” Jon grinned. “S’appropriate.”

Billie chuckled again, then as she moved she could feel the sticky wetness of her own juices between her thighs, and she got to her feet.

“I need to go change again.” She said. “And it’s all your fault.”

“Me?!” on couldn’t quite pull off the innocent look. “What’d I do?”

“You….” Billie leaned down to kiss him - a mistake as it brought her bare breasts into grabbing range. Something Jon was happy to exploit. “You got me off and now my shorts are all wet.”

“I’m sorry.” Jon muttered, his attention distracted by the double handful of soft flesh he held.

“Oh, yeah, right. Sure you are.” Billie fought the impulse to lean down and bring her nipples to his mouth level.” I really believe that.”

She pulled away from him and headed to her bedroom, throwing her shorts into the laundry basket and grabbing another baggy t shirt. After going into the bathroom to clean herself up - again - she pulled on the shirt and went to the kitchen, yelling to Jon.

“D’you want popcorn?”

“Sure. Salty or sweet?”

She laughed wickedly. “I like salty things.”

“I know you do.” Jon laughed, and Billie realised from the volume of his voice that he’d come through into the kitchen.

Finishing what she was doing - fetching her mom’s old popcorn pan from a cupboard - Billie turned to face Jon. He’d been grinning at the sight of her bare ass, exposed since all she wore was the t shirt, but when she turned to face him and he saw the front of the shirt, his face fell.

“Oh, no fuckin’ way.” He muttered sourly.