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Billy didn't care that you were broken up.
He never did. This was the second time now, and he knew it wouldn't last. Because he knew you loved him.
He felt it, in every angry look thrown, at every hurtful word. It only would make his smirk grow wider and wider.
Because he loved you, too. Even if you'd been acting like a bitch to him lately. Even if you ended things and told him more or less you didn't want him anymore.
So when he finds himself fumbling to take your clothes off in your bed, he knows it was only a matter of time.
"Jesus, why the-" he huffs, tearing off your sweater to reveal another shirt underneath. "-fuck are you wearing so many-" he rips the shirt off and nearly growls when there's a tank top under that one. "-goddamn layers!" He doesn't even bother with taking the silk cami off you, just rips it down to expose your perky breasts to him. It's not one of his favorites. He liked the lacey ones, black or red. He also got hot at the thought of you in those white ones, with your matching white panties with the little flower in the front.
His trousers grew tighter at the thought.
Still, he could appreciate this simple unpadded navy one he was groping under his hands, because of what it meant. You weren't anticipating fooling around with him. If you were, you would've worn something else, and the notion that he managed to get you like this makes his heart swell with cocky pride.
You lean back, trying to undress more, but his body crushes down onto yours, caging you in as if he thought you were trying to leave. "Because it's cold out, obviously." You look at him but he's done talking, sucking on your neck instantly and making a small whine leave your lips. You pull at his hair, trying to pry his lips off because you know what he's doing. Marking you. Immediately getting to it as though trying desperately to show that you're not single when you damn well still were.
If he thinks you're getting back together just because you're letting him fuck you, he's delirious.
"Miss you pulling my hair, sweetness." He says, lips moving back from your neck to your collarbone, his hip rutting against your thigh like a horny dog who can't control himself.
You don't answer because the thought alone kind of pisses you off. He missed this? Then why the fuck hadn't he spoken to you in two weeks? Why had he let you break up with him and walk away in the first place?
You yank a little harder, illiciting a uumph from his voice as he looks up at you.
He can see you're mad.
He likes it.
Shoots you that smirk that makes your knees weak as his tongue juts out to lick his lips. "Stop being such a bitch." He teases, and his hands are down to your jeans and undoing your zipper and pushing aside your panties. You almost forgot how fast he can get right down to it when he's buzzing like this.
He groans at the same time you do. You, from his fingers tracing you, and him from the goddamn feel of how wet you are for him. "Oh, sweetness, you missed me too, didn't you? Can feel it. Can feel it all over my hand..." He pulls out to bring them to his mouth. "No one tastes like you do."
Yeah, you knew this. He's told you it before. Hence the nickname. Sweetness.
His fingers go back in and your head goes back against your pillows, trying to hold back a moan, not wanting to give him the satisfaction.
"So much sweeter than Veronica..." He murmurs, and your eyes shoot open.
"Veronica!?" You're no longer planted softly in the bed, now you're arched up, but Billys free hand is on your stomach pushing you back down while his other works your core. "You said you haven't been with anyone else you son of-"
"I haven't." He laughs. His pupils are blown, forehead damp with sweat as a loose curl falls in front of his eyes. "Just wanted to see you get pissed. Wanted you to fucking talk, for christs sake. Where's that filthy mouth of yours, huh?" He challenges.
"Fuck you." You spat, trying to relax again as your heart thumps wildly in your chest. "That wasn't funny. I almost was going to kick your ass back out the window."
"Yeah, yeah. But yet you don't care anymore, right? That the angle you're still working with?" He hooks his fingers inside you and you can't be quiet this time as a moan slips out, back arching. "Needy girl." His thumb circles your clit lightly as more obsencities fall from your lips. "You were being so good, weren't you? Not talking to me, not even looking my way." His hand pulls out as he reaches for your jeans, pulling them down from your hips. "Even though your desperate cunt was aching for me. Look at you, sweetness, it's like you were going through damn withdrawl and now you're getting your fix." He mumbles as he pulls the panties down and looks at you in a way that makes you feel completely open and displayed for him.
"F...fuck you." You, somehow, manage to get out again. It's the most you can even think at this point. Because he's right. You had needed him. Your own hands weren't even as good anymore, could barely get yourself off without him.
His tongue laps up your core. That fat, long pink serpent that makes you see stars. God, you missed him. You missed this. If he wasn't such a sensational asshole you'd never even think about giving him up.
"It's okay, sweetness. I was just as bad, you know. Would fall asleep fucking into my hand imaginging it was you." He groaned, burrying his face back in, nose against your clit as you cried and grabbed his hair for support. He looks up at you, eager to please, and you can't help but feel yourself caving a bit.
He wanted you to talk. He loved it when you said nasty shit to him. You could tell he wanted it and you felt yourself falling jnto old patterns. "Sounds pathetic." You tell him, voice shakey from the pleasure he was supplying. "Fucking your hand when you could've been crawling in my bedroom window nightly and fucking me."
He groans, eating you like he's starved now and you're his own buffet. "Coulda had me nightly. Any position. Your own little fuck doll." You rasp out, jutting your hips and bucking into his face which only seems to entice him more. "Did you worry you'd come around and catch me with someone else?" You taunt. "Worried you'd see me riding some guy and realize I'm not your own little whore anymore?" He nips down at your clit and you let out a cry. "Fuck! What the fuck!?"
"Fuck you." He says, looking up at you now, eyes blazing. "Don't fucking tease me, you know that shit pisses me off."
You could laugh but you don't. He could play around about Veronica but he couldn't take it if you did it right back. It doesn't matter though because he's sucking at your clit now as though to make up for the bite and your whining as his nails dig into your thighs. "Billy..." Your voice is light, hand going to your own throat, feeling how hot you were and that ache deep inside that was getting closer and closer.
"I know." He huffs. He always could tell when you were close. Knew you better than you knew yourself. "I'll take you there, sweet girl. Get you feeling so good you'll never leave me again, yeah?"
You can't argue. You literally just can't. Not like this. But you don't want him back, right? Or, fuck, maybe you did. You couldn't think. You just needed to come. You needed to come so bad. Your hips are bucking and he's digging in, two fingers in you as he focused his tongue on your swollen clit. "Just tell me." He says, in between slurps and kisses and licks. "Tell me you love me."
Your eyes widen. How did he do this? He'd be flithy, sex crazed, obsessed and then suddenly he'd be open and wanting and needing to hear he was wanted and loved and you let out a deep moan, hands going to his hair to his shoulders to anywhere you could grasp of his tan skin peppered with scars. "I love you." You moan, needing him. "I love you. Always you. Always ever you. Love you so bad. Love you love you love you-"
And that's all he needed until he's picked up his pace and sends you over the edge as you cry out, eyes clenched shut, hips shaking and twitching as he clamps down on them and your cuming so much you're almost afraid he'll drown but it feels so good, so damn good and you'd needed it so bad it'd been so long.
Satisfied, he pulls away. He's grinning like the cat that ate the canery as he climbs over you. "So we're back together?"
"Fuck y-"
"Uhuh uh, sweetness." He says, putting his wet fingers into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue as you let out a pleased, sated noise, eyes nearly crossing dumbly. "That's up next. Trust me, you better work on more material if that's all you can say. We've got a lot of making up to get through."