Chapter 22

They headed back to the hotel with Nick again holding Billie’s hand in the crook of his arm, their conversation continuing to flow comfortably as they walked.

 

In the hotel lobby, they headed for the elevators, Billie punching the button for the fourth floor as they stepped into the mirrored enclosure.  Once the doors were closed, Nick raised a hand to gently sweep her hair back, then after a pause he leaned in, kissing her tenderly. 

 

Unlike the night before, Billie let herself relax into the kiss, letting her instincts rule, opening her mouth under the sweeping caress of Nick’s tongue over her lips.  A slow, deep kiss took them to the fourth floor, and they drew apart slowly as the doors pinged open.  Billie smiled at Nick as he let her ease off the wall of the elevator, walking down the hallway to her room, and he just followed her, a pleasant tension at his groin already.

 

Billie slid the card key into the door, wondering how good an idea this really was.  Sure, Nick was attractive and interested, but his kiss, while enjoyable enough, didn’t light the fire in her blood that Jon had been able to with just a simple brush of his lips.  And, dammit, why did she have to keep comparing every man to him?  She thought she was over that, but since she’d been around him again, it all seemed to have come flooding back, confusing her thoughts with images of him as he’d been back then.  Pushing the thoughts away as she pushed the door, Billie turned to Nick with a smile.  Damn it all, but he was here and he wanted her and, well, dammit but she was a little drunk and a lot horny, and it had been a while since she’d had a man make love to her.  No matter how independent she tried to be, no battery powered toy could give the same satisfaction as the real thing.

 

Nick recognised the quality of her smile, the definite acceptance of what they were doing - or about to do - and he grinned back at her, pushing the door shut behind him and following her into the suite.

 

They kissed again in the small living room area, Nick now allowing himself to run his hands around onto her ass, squeezing the tight globes in his palms, feeling Billie’s hands in his hair.  His dick was rising fast, hardening to full, aching erection as Billie brought her hands around to his shirt front, unbuttoning so she could get her hands inside, stroking across to caress his nipples.

 

He pulled at the straps of the cami she wore - black this time - until he bared a breast, leaning to kiss the already taut nipple, delighted to find that the fullness he’d seen in her chest the previous night was nothing to do with padding and all to do with a delightfully mature woman.

 

“You’re beautiful.”  He whispered, well versed in knowing the right things to say, cupping her breast in his hand as he suckled lightly on her nipple.  “So beautiful.”

 

Despite herself, Billie had closed her eyes, picturing a different head buried against her chest, feeling a different mouth teasing her nipple, and the resultant arousal had her wet so fast that she pulled Nick’s head up.

 

“Through here.”  She murmured, leading him to the bedroom, her top still hanging down to expose one breast.

 

In the bedroom, Nick took off his shirt as Billie drew the cami up and over her head, then by a mutual consent they both stripped completely before getting into the bed, Nick pulling her close to kiss again. 

 

Already, he was so hard he just wanted to lose himself in her hot, wet body, and he edged a hand down between her thighs, touching and testing, finding her soaked and congratulating himself silently on how badly she wanted him.  Billie gasped as he stroked around her clit, a brief caress only before his fingers moved further, sliding his middle finger into her with little other preliminary.  Nick gave a soft groan at how tight she was around his finger, knowing how delicious it was going to feel when she was wrapped around his dick, and he drew his hand back, nudging a second finger into Billie on his next stroke.

 

Feeling traitorous, Billie closed her eyes again, conjuring images of Jon in her bed, not Nick, arousing herself in a way that Nick just didn’t seem able to do.  She knew he felt it, and believed it was for him, when he kissed her again, hungrier now, the heat of his erection pressing against her thighs as he moved against her.

 

“Nick……”  She pulled away.  “Do you have……?”

 

“Uh, yeah, hold on……”

 

He moved away from her, reaching over the edge of the bed to his jeans, pulling out his wallet and extracting a condom from the back.  Ripping open the foil, he covered himself, the pressure of the latex on his skin raising his arousal even higher as he moved back to Billie, laying himself between her thighs now.  Billie felt him reach between them, grasping his dick and pressing the head into her, and she spread her thighs wider, letting him move into her.

 

Sliding slowly into her, Nick groaned in pleasure.  She was just as tight as he’d hoped, her body clenching around him, then relaxing slowly to accept his penetration.

 

“Jesus, Billie…….”  He groaned, thrusting slowly again, feeling her hands on his face as she pulled him down to kiss, her thighs closing around his hips.

 

Under Nick on the bed, Billie kissed him, her arousal growing slowly as he thrust rhythmically into her, bringing her gradually toward orgasm, his hand on her breast.  She was still on that slow climb, though, as his motion above her - in her - changed, his thrusts becoming shorter and faster, his hips driving hard now as he reached his own climax, pumping against her with a hoarse cry of pleasure before slowly slumping down onto her, panting in the aftermath of orgasm.  Slowly, she stroked the back of his head soothingly, her own body still hungry for completion which it didn’t seem would be forthcoming.  At least not from Nick.

 

After a few minutes, he withdrew from her, rolling to the side of the bed and looking around.

 

“Bathroom?”  He said with a tender smile, clearly unaware of how one-sided the pleasure had been.

 

“Through there.”  Billie said, smiling back at him when she felt like yelling in frustration. 

 

She should’ve known better.  As usual, a handsome guy was thinking that he didn’t need to work to get a girl off - that his looks and toned body would be enough to make her climax.  She’d known one beautiful man, though, who had taken pains to make sure she came as often as possible, driving her into screaming abandon in so many different locations - the haybarn, the kitchen table, the bathroom - that she couldn’t remember them all. 

 

When Nick returned from the bathroom, though, none of her thoughts showed in her face as Billie smiled at him, and he came across to the bed with a satisfied grin, leaning down to kiss her before glancing at his watch.

 

“I should probably go.”  He said, and Billie looked up at him in surprise at his sudden coldness.  She knew damned well that he’d found the satisfaction that had been denied her, and it was suddenly clear that this had been all he wanted.  A quick roll in the hay - probably more desirable because of her brief refusal - and he was moving on.  Irritation - and a little bit of hurt - made her smile at him.

 

“Okay, then.”  She said with a poisonously sweet smile, watching as he reached for his jeans, then speaking again.  “I guess I have to finish things off alone, huh?”

 

“You…….what?”  He blinked in shock.  This was a first.  Okay, perhaps he was peripherally aware that his bed partners didn’t always get the same satisfaction he did, but this was the first time one of them had called him out on it.

 

“S’okay.”  Billie said, keeping the sweet smile in place.  “I’ll maybe see you around…….”

 

“Yeah, whatever.”  Nick spat, angry now at her attitude.  Dammit, he was good in bed!  His wife never complained at any rate.

 

As Billie sat under the covers, silently watching him, Nick dressed and pulled on his shoes, searching for his wallet and finding it next to the bedside table, leaning down to snatch it up.  Straightening, his eyes lit on the framed picture of Billie and Jay, then his attention was caught by another photograph underneath it and he frowned, glancing from the obviously old photograph to the framed one above.

 

“What the……?”  He picked up both photographs, looking from one to the other again, and Billie paled.

 

“I thought you had to leave?”  She said, reaching quickly for the photographs, but Nick moved back, studying the two pictures again before looking at her in shock.

 

“Jesus!  They’re…….Jay is the boss’s son?”

 

“No!  He……..I…….”  Billie stuttered to a halt, worried by the smirk that spread across Nick’s face.

 

“So much for the perfect fucking rockstar.”  He sneered, and Billie had to wonder if he’d had some kind of run-in with Jon in the past, with the venom in his tone.  “A secret bastard son that he’s kept hidden all this time.”

 

“Don’t you dare call my son a bastard!”  Billie snapped, rising to her knees and snatching the photographs back from Nick, anger making her careless.  “And Jon never knew….”

 

She squeezed her eyes shut as Nick’s grin just got broader.

 

“So Jay is his son.  Well, well, well……..”