Chapter Thirty Four

Without another word, Jon carried Billie along to the bathroom, pausing to let her open the door then walking inside. He lowered her to her feet, grinning at her as he tugged the wet bandana from her head, tucking it into his back pocket for possible future use.

“Do you know what I wanted to do when we were out in the woods?” He asked, twisting her braids around his fingers, his eyes on her breasts.

“What?” Billie slid her hands under his t shirt, rubbing against his sides.

“I wanted to take your jeans down to your knees.” His hands were on the waist of the jeans now, unbuttoning and unzipping, pushing them down a little. “Then I wanted to turn you around.” Both hands slipped inside the denim, cupping her ass. “And I wanted to bend you over my bike and fuck you.”

“So why didn’t you?” Billie was following his example, unzipping Jon’s jeans and pushing them down.

“Why?” He’d managed to get one hand deep enough in the denim that his fingers could find the wet center of her, stroking against her through the damp panties. “Because I was having enough trouble breathing when you had my dick in your mouth, let alone forming coherent thoughts.”

Billie squirmed as his fingers edged under the side of her panties, flesh on flesh now.

“So fuck me now.”

“I thought we were taking a shower?” Jon said, his dick clearly saying forget it.

Tilting her head up to him, Billie kissed Jon, his hands tightening on her flesh as he kissed her back, probing deep into her mouth with his tongue. When they parted, she smiled as she whispered to him.

“We can shower afterward.”

“Good thinking.” Jon grinned. “Take off your shirt.”

While Billie removed her t shirt and bra, Jon pulled her jeans down, dropping to his knees and pulling them all the way off. He stood, shucking his own jeans and shirt, both naked now as he backed her toward the wall, tongues dueling again in a passionate, hungry kiss. Almost at the wall, Jon luckily opened his eyes, grabbing Billie and pushing her to one side before she cracked her head against the long wooden shelf. She grunted softly as he slammed her against the smoothly painted wall, but never lifted her mouth from his, letting Jon lift her up, one hand dropping between them so she could wrap her fingers around him, guiding the hot shaft until the tip entered her. Jon pulled her down onto him, groaning as she took him in, and as Billie wrapped her legs around his hips he started thrusting into her.

Jon dropped his mouth onto her neck, licking the lingering rain from her skin, and he heard Billie gasp suddenly, the sound making him lift his head to look at her. She was staring over his shoulder, her face flushed, and her expression made him ask.

“What is it?” He growled against her ear. “What are you watching?”

“Us.” She whispered, still staring across at the long mirror on the facing wall, the mirror that was reflecting Jon’s back view, his muscled legs and ass, pale skin above deep tan, the fall of thick wavy hair on his back, seeing her own legs around him, her head back against the wall.

Twisting his head, Jon looked over his shoulder, seeing what had captured Billie’s interest. It raised his own interest, too, but in a slightly different way, and he grinned, strong hands lifting her again, lifting her off him.

“What…..?” Billie gasped, shocked that he’d withdrawn from her.

“Come with me.” He tried to untangle her legs from around him.

“I was planning to.” She pouted, but she thought maybe she knew what he was thinking, letting her feet fall to the floor.

Jon kissed her again, then led her across to the mirror.

“I want to watch, too.” He purred, turning her to face the mirror.

Billie leaned forward, her hands on the frame of the mirror, and Jon gripped her hips, entering her hard, watching her face in the mirror as she gasped in surprise. He watched the mirror as he started driving into her again, not looking at himself but constantly watching Billie, watching her face, watching her breasts bounce every time he drove home.

Her head fell forward, Billie’s hands tight on the mirror as she felt the tremors start in her thighs, and Jon growled behind her as he felt her tightening.

“Oh, Jesus……..Billie……….stay with me, baby………stay with me….” His fingers dug painfully into her hips, steadying her as his thrusts accelerated, the minor pain focusing her mind from the cascading pleasure, keeping her back from orgasm.

Jon watched her head lift again, her mouth open as she groaned in pleasure.

“Jon…..” She wanted to touch him, but right now all the strength of her arms was being used to hold her against the mirror, to hold against his pounding thrusts.

“Yeah, baby.” His voice was hoarse, and Billie watched him in the mirror, seeing the sweat on his face, the sheen of it on his chest, too.

His biceps were bulging hard with the pressure of his grip on her, and she could only imagine how his ass was clenching as he drove his cock deep into her body. Jon’s grip tilted her hips, letting his thrusts edge a fraction deeper, and Billie knew she couldn’t hold back much longer, then she saw it in Jon’s face. Saw that he was right on the edge, too, and she kept her head up, watching his handsome face.

“Ah, fuck, Billie………Billie…….”

Jon’s grunt of her name was the last thing Billie heard before her orgasm shut down everything but pleasure, and she didn’t even know she screamed his name as Jon’s own voice rose to a shout. When her mind started to function again, Billie realised she still stood bent over at the mirror, her arms still braced against the frame, and she could feel Jon still inside her. Focusing on the mirror, saw him still standing with his head back, then as if he felt her eyes he slowly raised his head, looking into the mirror, meeting her reflected gaze.

“Jesus.” He muttered, only now feeling the pain of cramp in his hands where he held her. “Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to, but…….”

“S’fine.” Billie gasped as Jon pulled back, sliding free of her. “I’m kinda glad we didn’t do that out in the woods, though.”

“Why?” He knew why.

“Because after……..” Billie turned around, smirking at him. “After being fucked like that, there’s no way I could sit a bike. Not for a while anyway.”

He chuckled, pleased by the almost compliment.

“And that’s a good thing, right?” He clarified.

“Oh, hell, yeah. A very, very good thing, Jon.” She kissed him lightly, her lips still tender from the earlier kisses. “Shower?”

“Shower.” He agreed.

They showered together, standing in the deep tub, tenderness replacing lust as they washed each other, Jon’s touch gentle as he ran a soapy sponge between Billie’s thighs, soothing the sensitive skin with a kiss as he finished. Contritely, he kissed each of the dark bruises emerging on her hips, one for each of his fingertips as he’d driven his fingers into her, Billie smiling and stroking his hair then taking her turn with the sponge. On most normal occasions, Billie’s hands on his dick would have brought him erect, but right now his body said no - no more right now - and they finished the shower by kissing under the rain of warm water, enjoying each other.

As they dried off, Billie glanced surreptitiously at Jon. She wasn’t sure if he knew it yet, but she could feel things changing between them, and it felt right. They each pulled on a robe - Jon jokingly reaching for the black satin - then headed to the kitchen to find some food and coffee. While the coffee dripped, Billie returned to the bathroom, gathering up their wet, abandoned clothes from the floor and bringing them through to wash, and Jon made himself useful by making sandwiches to restore their energy levels.