âYES CAPTAINâ. - G!P billie.
synopsis: a flight attendant finds herself drawn to the one person she shouldnât want â her pilot. long nights, shared layovers, and quiet glances.
contains : smut: dom!billie, hair pulling, oral sex, rough, fingerfucking. 18+ ⚠࣪ Ë âš ŕŁŞ Ë âš ŕŁŞ Ë Imagines
i had only been a flight attendant for a few weeks, but every time i walked down the airport corridors i felt something flutter inside me. it was a mix of nerves and excitement, like i was part of something bigger than myself.
today was my longest flight yet. new york to london. i had practiced the service routine in my head a hundred times, from the welcome greeting to the safety demonstration. everything had to be perfect.
the early morning light poured in through the boarding gate windows as the crew gathered for the preflight briefing. i was still going through my checklist when i heard her voice for the first time.
the captain walked in with quiet confidence. she wasnât loud or overly commanding, but something about her presence made everyone turn their heads. brown hair tucked neatly under her cap, eyes, the shade of blue.
her name, billie eilish, drew a ripple of attention through the cabin, like everyone recognised it the moment they heard it.
i had seen her name on the roster but hadnât thought much about it. now that she was standing in front of me, shaking hands with the crew, it was hard to think about anything else.
she looked younger than most pilots iâd flown with, but her posture, her tone, everything about her said she belonged in that seat.
âyou must be kaelis,â she said as her gaze met mine.
i nodded quickly. âyes, thatâs me.â
âyeah.â i tried not to sound nervous. âhoping i donât mess up.â
she smiled, just a hint of it, enough to send my heart into overdrive. âyouâll do fine.â
we boarded soon after. i took my position at the front of the cabin, helping passengers find their seats, offering polite smiles. i was hyper-aware of her presence up front. every time i heard the soft click of the cockpit door, my attention shifted there.
when the engines roared to life, my pulse matched their rhythm. takeoff was smooth, and soon the plane was floating above the clouds, the sky stretching endlessly around us.
hours passed in a blur of service. drinks poured, meals served, call buttons answered. i liked the small details, the moments of connection with passengers who smiled back at me. but between all that, my thoughts drifted forward.
sometimes iâd find a reason to walk toward the cockpit. to ask if they needed anything. to deliver a message from the cabin. really, it was just an excuse to see her.
the first time i stepped in, she was focused on the instruments, sunlight spilling across her cheek through the windshield. she looked peaceful, almost at home up there.
âeverything good back there?â she asked, her voice steady through the headset.
âyeah. everyoneâs settled.â
her tone was casual, but there was something else behind it.
âyeah, just keeping busy,â i said, my hand brushing the edge of the doorway.
she looked at me for a second longer than she needed to. i noticed the smallest curve of a smile tug at her lips before she turned back to the controls.
âgood. let me know if you need anything.â
for the rest of the flight, i couldnât shake that look from my mind.
around hour six, the sky outside dimmed, the edges of the clouds turning gold and pink. most of the passengers were asleep. i moved quietly, checking seatbelts and lights, the sound of the engines the only constant hum in the background.
the walkie on my hip crackled.
âkaelis?â her voice came through, low and calm.
i pressed the button. âyeah, captain?â
âjust checking in. you okay?â
i smiled to myself. âbarely.â
a soft laugh. âhang in there. two more hours.â
the connection clicked off, but i could still hear her voice echoing in my head.
by the time we began descending into london, fatigue had settled deep in my bones. i still moved carefully, guiding passengers, collecting trash, smiling as if i hadnât been awake for twelve hours straight.
the lights dimmed as the wheels touched the runway, and a wave of relief washed over me.
as the passengers began to stand, i gave the usual farewell, helping with luggage, thanking them for flying with us. one by one they exited, their footsteps fading into the quiet of the jet bridge.
soon it was just me and the empty cabin.
i turned toward the front, about to grab my bag, when the cockpit door opened.
billie stepped out, cap in hand, hair a little messy from the headset. she looked tired but still composed, her eyes meeting mine instantly.
âgood work today,â she said softly.
âbillie,â she corrected.
the way she said it made my stomach twist.
âbillie,â i repeated, my voice quieter than i intended.
she walked down the aisle toward me, her boots echoing against the floor. the plane felt impossibly still, the kind of silence that pulled at something inside my chest.
âfirst international flight, right?â she asked.
âyeah.â i smiled. âguess i survived.â
she nodded slowly. âyou did more than that. passengers seemed happy.â
âthanks.â i brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, realizing how close she was standing now.
there was something different about seeing her without the uniformâs formality, just her and me and the faint hum of the cabinâs cooling system.
for a moment, neither of us spoke. i could feel her looking at me, the kind of look that felt like it saw straight through me.
âyou handled yourself well,â she said finally.
âyou make it sound like i passed a test.â
her tone was light, but her eyes didnât waver.
i laughed quietly, trying to shake the tension, but it didnât go anywhere. it just sat between us, soft and charged.
billie stepped a little closer, and my breath caught. she didnât touch me, didnât even reach out, but the space between us felt thin enough to disappear if either of us moved.
âget some rest,â she said, voice dropping low. âlong day.â
âyou too,â i managed to whisper.
she smiled again, that small, knowing curve that made my chest tighten.
then she turned, walking toward the exit, but just before stepping out, she looked back over her shoulder.
âsee you next flight, kaelis.â
and just like that, she was gone.
i stood there for a long time, the lights humming softly above me, the smell of coffee and jet fuel lingering in the air. my heart was still racing, though i wasnât sure if it was from the flight or from her.
somewhere outside, london was waiting. but for a moment, i stayed there, alone in the quiet cabin, wondering what it would feel like to see those blue eyes again.
the air outside was cool when we finally stepped off the plane. london at night felt different than anywhere else iâd been. the sky was washed in soft gray and the city lights stretched far into the distance, like tiny reflections on the thames.
i followed the crew through the quiet terminal, my body tired but my mind still wide awake. billie walked ahead with her bag slung over one shoulder, her pilot jacket unzipped. she didnât look like the calm, collected captain from the flight anymore. she looked real. a little worn out. still impossibly beautiful.
we took the shuttle to the hotel. no one said much, everyone too drained from the long flight. i sat near the back, watching the streetlights pass by in golden blurs. billie was a few seats ahead, her head resting lightly against the window, eyes closed.
when we reached the hotel, the crew checked in together. the clerk handed out key cards, explaining how some of us would need to share rooms due to a booking mix-up.
âkaelis,â the clerk said, scanning the list, âyouâll be with captain eilish tonight. separate beds, of course.â
my heart skipped. i looked over at billie, who just raised an eyebrow with the faintest smile.
âthat okay with you?â she asked.
âyeah,â i said quickly, maybe too quickly. âtotally fine.â
we took the elevator up in silence, the soft hum filling the space between us. i could feel her presence beside me, the warmth even in that small distance.
our room was simple but nice. two single beds with crisp white sheets, a desk, a large window overlooking the city. i dropped my bag near the corner and kicked off my shoes.
billie set hers down and pulled off her jacket, revealing a tight black compacted t-shirt that hugged everything on her upper half. she sighed, stretching her arms over her head.
âlong day,â she said softly.
âyeah. feels like it never ends.â
she looked over at me, her blue eyes catching the dim lamplight. âhungry?â
i nodded. âa little.â
we ended up ordering room service. sandwiches, coffee, and a shared bowl of chips that somehow made the night feel less heavy. we sat on the floor by the window, plates balanced between us.
the view outside was hazy and endless. cars looked like tiny stars below.
âyouâre a good flight attendant,â she said after a while, breaking the quiet.
i laughed softly. âyouâve only seen me for one flight.â
âone long flight,â she said. âlong enough to notice things.â
she tilted her head. âyou donât fake your smile. thatâs rare.â
i looked down at my plate, feeling heat crawl up my neck. âguess i try to mean it.â
for a while, we just sat there. the city buzzed faintly below us, and the air between us felt steady, calm.
we talked about small things then. where weâd grown up, what we liked about flying, the strange rhythm of constantly being between places. she told me about her first solo flight and how terrified sheâd been, though i could hardly imagine her scared of anything.
âyou seem like youâve always had it together,â i said.
ânot even close,â she replied, smiling faintly. âi just got good at looking like i do.â
her honesty made my chest tighten. i liked that she didnât try to be perfect here, in this quiet room where no one was watching.
by the time we finished eating, it was past midnight. i should have gone to bed, but the thought of sleeping while she was still awake felt impossible.
she stood, gathering the plates. âyou should get some rest. you have to be up early.â
âiâll try,â she said, but her tone told me she wouldnât.
i got up and set my alarm for 4 a.m. my body was heavy, but my mind refused to slow down. billie turned off the main light, leaving only the small lamp between our beds.
the glow was soft enough that i could still see her. she sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through something on her phone, hair falling over her shoulder.
âyou ever get used to the time zones?â i asked quietly.
she chuckled. ânever. itâs like my brain lives in three places at once.â
âsame.â i pulled the blanket over myself. âitâs weird, right? landing somewhere new and still feeling like youâre halfway across the world.â
she hummed in agreement. âyeah. but i think thatâs what makes it exciting.â
i turned to face her. âyou like the in-between?â
she met my gaze then. âsometimes itâs the only place that feels like home.â
something about that stuck with me.
the room grew quieter after that. i could hear the hum of the air conditioner, the faint rhythm of cars below. billie eventually put her phone down and leaned back against the pillow.
ânight, kaelis,â she said softly.
but i didnât sleep. not right away. i lay there, eyes half open, watching the faint rise and fall of her breathing in the dim light. she looked peaceful, her expression softer than iâd ever seen it.
at some point, i drifted off.
the alarm pulled me back to consciousness hours later. 4 a.m. sharp. the room was still dark, the city outside silent.
i groaned quietly, reaching for my phone. the sound must have woken her too because i heard her shift under the blankets.
âalready?â she murmured, her voice still rough from sleep.
âyeah.â i rubbed my eyes. âwe have to be at the airport by five.â
she sat up slowly, hair messy, eyes still half closed. âyou sure you can make it?â
âbarely.â i smiled through a yawn.
we moved quietly around the room, getting ready. i fixed my uniform, trying not to make noise. billie grabbed her jacket and checked her watch, professional again but with traces of sleep in her voice.
as we stepped into the hallway, she looked at me for a moment.
âyou did good yesterday,â she said.
âand thanks for staying up with me,â she added. âit was nice.â
âyeah,â i said softly. âit was.â
the elevator doors opened, and we stepped inside. the world outside was still half asleep, london glowing faintly in the early dawn.
for a second, our shoulders brushed, and neither of us moved away.
i thought about saying something, something small like see you up there or i hope we fly together again. but the words stayed in my throat.
when we reached the lobby, she turned to me, her expression unreadable.
âready to go home?â she asked.
âyeah,â i said, though i wasnât sure i meant it.
we walked out into the cold morning air together, and for a moment, it felt like the quiet belonged only to us.
- the morning light in london was pale and cold when we reached the airport. my eyes still felt heavy from the early wake-up call, but once i saw the plane waiting on the runway, a quiet sort of pride pushed through the tiredness. another flight. another chance to do this right.
the passengers were already lining up. i smiled, greeted them, helped with the overhead bins. it was the same rhythm as always, but somewhere inside my chest there was a pulse of unease i couldnât shake. the air felt thicker than usual, the noise of boarding louder.
billie was at the door, uniform sharp and steady, nodding to each passenger as they stepped on. when our eyes met, something in her expression softened. she must have seen itâwhatever was showing on my face.
as soon as the last group was seated, she leaned a little closer and said quietly, âtake a breath, y/n. you good?â
i tried to nod, but my voice came out small. âyeah, just a lot of people.â
she studied me for a second, then took my wrist gently. âcome with me.â
she guided me into the small crew area near the galley, away from the passengers. the door closed and the noise dimmed to a hum. she kept her voice low. âlook at me.â
i did. her eyes were calm, steady green against the fluorescent light.
âyouâre okay,â she said. âyouâve done this before. same cabin, same sky.â
i took a shaky breath and nodded again. the edges of the panic started to fade. she kept talking, slow and even, describing the routineâtakeoff, service, the rhythm of the flightâuntil my heartbeat caught up with her tone.
she smiled, quick but real. âgood. thatâs the hardest part.â
then she opened the door again, and the noise of boarding returned like nothing had happened. but the panic was gone.
the rest of the boarding went smoothly. when we took off, london disappeared under the clouds, and i moved through the aisles like i always did, checking belts, smiling, handing out water. every so often iâd glance toward the cockpit and catch a glimpse of her through the half-open door, focused and calm.
after a few hours in the air, the cabin lights dimmed. most passengers were reading or asleep. i went row by row, making sure everyone was comfortable. when i reached the front, i packed a few snacks and knocked lightly on the cockpit door.
the small space buzzed with quiet beeps and soft light from the controls. sheâd switched on the autopilot, her hands resting on her lap, headset hanging around her neck. she looked up when i entered.
âbrought you something,â i said, holding out a pack of crackers and a bottle of water.
âthanks,â she said, taking them with a smile. âhowâs it looking back there?â
âgood. take a minute if you need to. seatâs free.â
i hesitated, then sat in the co-pilot chair. the window stretched wide in front of us, showing nothing but endless white and blue.
âyou ever get tired of this view?â i asked quietly.
ânever,â she said. âitâs different every time.â
for a moment we just sat there, the plane humming around us. it wasnât loud or silentâjust balanced, like the sound held everything in place. she turned to me.
âyou okay now?â she asked again.
i nodded. âyeah. thanks for earlier. i donât know what that was.â
âit happens,â she said. âlong hours, no sleep, too much noise. it gets to everyone sometimes.â
the way she said it made it sound like sheâd been there too. it was comforting in a way i hadnât expected.
i watched her reach forward to adjust one of the switches, her movements precise but relaxed. she had that same calm sheâd used when she talked me down earlier, and sitting next to her made the air feel steady again.
we stayed like that for a while, the world outside the window turning slowly from gray to pale gold as the plane chased the edge of the sunrise.
the sky outside deepened into a wide ocean of color. clouds turned the shade of early morning cream and the sunlight bled across the curve of the wing. billie leaned forward, resting her elbow on the arm of her seat, the faintest smile on her face.
âyou ever think about how many times weâve crossed the same ocean?â she asked softly.
i shook my head. ânot really. maybe it feels different every time because weâre different.â
she glanced at me, like the thought had surprised her. âthatâs not bad. different versions of us, same sky.â
for a moment the silence was heavy with something comfortable. she reached for the controls, adjusted the altitude, then sat back again. her voice was quiet when she spoke. âyou handled everything well today. that panic earlierâit didnât show. passengers would never have known.â
âthatâs good, i guess,â i said with a small laugh. âthough i wish i hadnât felt it at all.â
âeveryone feels it sometimes,â she said. âyou just donât stay stuck in it. thatâs what matters.â
her words sat with me for a while. i liked how sure she sounded. when she spoke, it was never to fill spaceâit was to make things simple again.
after a few minutes she checked one of the screens, then looked back at me. âyou should probably walk around a bit before service starts again. helps with the long flights.â
âyouâre right,â i said, standing. âneed anything else before i go?â
she hesitated just long enough for me to notice. âno,â she said finally. âthanks for coming up.â
âanytime,â i replied, and left the cockpit.
the next few hours passed in a blur of soft conversation, trays, quiet laughter from sleepy passengers. the cabin was calm, almost dreamlike. the rhythm of the engines became background music to everything i did.
still, every now and then, i thought about her in the frontâfocused, steady, looking out at a horizon i could only imagine. maybe it was because she had pulled me out of that anxious spiral earlier, or maybe it was just something about her. either way, i felt safer knowing she was there.
as the lights dimmed for the evening service, i moved down the aisle with a cart of drinks. a child stirred in their seat and i helped a mother settle them back down. small moments, quiet things. it always amazed me how these small interactions carried so much weight.
when the service finished, i took a short break in the galley, pouring myself a cup of tea. the warmth was grounding. i leaned against the counter, eyes half closed, listening to the quiet hum of the plane.
the intercom crackled softly. billieâs voice came through, low and calm. âkaelis, when you get a minute, could you come up front again?â
my pulse quickened, though i wasnât sure why. âon my way,â i replied.
the cockpit was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the instruments. billie looked over her shoulder when i entered, her expression thoughtful.
âeverything okay?â i asked.
âyeah,â she said, gesturing to the spare seat. âthought you might want to see this.â
i sat down, and she nodded toward the window. below us, the atlantic stretched out in silver waves beneath the rising sun. it looked endless.
âitâs beautiful,â i whispered.
âit is,â she said. ânever gets old.â
for a long time, neither of us spoke. the plane moved smoothly through the air, the sound steady and low. i could feel the warmth of her presence beside me, quiet and sure.
after a while she said, âi donât usually call crew up here unless thereâs something important. but⌠earlier, when you were panickingâI know how that feels.â
i turned to look at her. âyou do?â
she nodded slowly. âfirst few months i flew solo, iâd get it out of nowhere. hands shaking, canât breathe. no one tells you that even the people in control can feel like theyâre falling sometimes.â
âwhat did you do?â i asked.
âkept flying,â she said simply. âand started trusting the people around me more.â
her words landed somewhere deep in me. i wanted to tell her that her calm voice earlier had probably saved my whole day, but the words stuck behind my ribs. instead, i just looked at her, hoping she understood anyway.
she must have, because she smiledâsmall, tired, but real. âweâll be landing in a few hours. you should rest a little.â
âcanât. passengers still need me.â
she gave a quiet laugh. âfigured youâd say that.â
the hours slipped by. i went back to my rounds, checking on passengers, refilling water cups, straightening blankets. it was easy to fall into the rhythm again. the hum of the engines was steady, and the lights overhead dimmed to soft gold.
by the time the announcement for descent came, the world outside had turned into streaks of soft blue. new york was waking up below us, a glittering map of lights and lines.
i took my seat for landing, hands resting on my lap. the feeling of descent always gave me a rushâa mix of gravity and relief. the tires met the runway with a smooth bounce, and the cabin filled with quiet applause.
billieâs voice came over the speakers. âwelcome to new york. local time is 6:15 a.m. thank you for flying with us.â
her tone was even and professional, but i heard the smile behind it.
after everyone had disembarked, i stood by the door, saying goodbye. the cabin emptied until it was just me again, the quiet wrapping around everything.
the cockpit door opened and billie stepped out. she looked a little worn, but her eyes were bright. ânice work today,â she said.
âyou too, captain,â i replied, then caught myself. âbillie.â
her smile widened slightly. âbetter.â
she set her flight log on the counter and exhaled. âlong couple of days.â
âyeah,â i said. âbut worth it.â
she nodded, then glanced toward the window. the sunrise was spilling across the tarmac now, pale and gold. âi like this part,â she said quietly. âafter the landing, when itâs just us and the quiet.â
i looked out too. âit feels like the worldâs paused.â
for a moment we stood there, side by side, neither of us saying anything. the light caught her hair, turned it to gold. she looked over at me then, her gaze soft.
âyou did good,â she said again. âreally.â
âthanks for helping me earlier,â i said. âi donât think i wouldâve gotten through it otherwise.â
âyou would have,â she replied. âbut iâm glad i was there.â
the words lingered in the air between us. not heavy, not awkwardâjust real. i felt something shift, subtle but certain, like the space between us had grown smaller.
she straightened her jacket, ready to head out. âget some rest, kaelis. you earned it.â
she paused by the door, gave me one last look, and said, âsee you in the sky.â
a week had passed since the london flight. the rhythm of my days had slowed again. no rushing passengers, no safety briefings, no engines humming beneath my feet. just quiet mornings in my apartment, the kind of quiet that felt too big sometimes.
i was making coffee when my phone buzzed.
billie: hey. you free today?
billie: thinking of coming to see you if youâre around.
for a second i just stared at the screen. my heart skipped. she hadnât texted all week. i typed back before i could overthink it.
kaelis: yeah iâm free. what brings you here?
billie: short layover. figured i should use it.
i tried not to read too much into that, but my hands were shaking as i set the mug down.
we decided on a coffee shop downtown. i got there early, picking a corner seat near the window. london felt far away, like it belonged to another version of me.
she walked in ten minutes later, wearing a dark grey compressed shirt and cargo sweatpants. her hair was up in a bun, strands of hair tucked behind her ears. she noticed me and waved.
âhey,â she said, her voice soft but warm.
âhey,â i replied. âlong time no see.â
she laughed quietly and sat across from me. âyou look less tired.â
âyou too,â i said. âno work today?â
ânope. just caffeine and company.â
the first few minutes were small talkâflights, schedules, the weird weather. but underneath it, there was something else. every pause felt loaded, every glance longer than it needed to be.
after a while she looked down at her cup, tracing the rim with her thumb. âyou know, i almost didnât text.â
âdidnât want to make things weird,â she said. âbut i couldnât stop thinking about you after that flight.â
the words landed quietly, but they carried weight. i blinked, not sure iâd heard right.
âyeah.â she looked up, meeting my eyes. âthe way you handled everything. the way you looked at me when you were scared, then somehow made me feel calm too. i donât know, y/n. itâs been on my mind.â
my throat went dry. âbillieâŚâ
âiâm not great at this,â she said quickly, smiling a little like she was nervous. âi spend most of my life behind a door full of switches and radio calls. but this⌠you⌠it feels different.â
i didnât know what to say, so i didnât. i just let the words sit there between us, real and fragile.
she leaned back, exhaling. âi donât expect anything. i just wanted you to know.â
âthat you like me?â i said with a grin.
âyeah, like, we just get on so well, and i enjoy your company a lot.â she said.
âwell, i really like you too, billie, i like when youâre always watching out for me, i also like the way youâre attentive to the small things. thatâs probably the most attractive thing about you.â i said. i noticed how her cheeks turned rosey pink. she blushed. billie leaned closer. her fingers brushed against my wrist, sending electric sparks up my arm. i nearly dropped my coffee when her thumb started tracing slow circles on my pulse point.
"you were saying?" billie murmured, voice low enough that only i could hear. her eyes flicked down to my lips, then back up, dark with intent.
i swallowed hard, my train of thought completely derailed. "iâuhâ"
before i could say anything, the words just slipped out of her mouth.
âcanâŚâ she paused, running her tongue over her bottom lip. âcan i kiss you?â
her eyebrows pulled together, like she instantly regretted asking. the cafĂŠ was quiet except for the soft clatter of mugs and the low hum of conversation. somewhere behind us, the espresso machine hissed, and rain tapped lightly against the window.
âwhy do you wanna kiss me?â i asked, trying to sound casual, but my voice came out lower than i expected.
she looked down, fingers tracing the rim, then met my eyes again. âbecause,â she said softly, âi canât stop thinking about it. about you.â
for a moment, neither of us moved. it was like the air between us shifted â heavier, warmer. she leaned in first, slow and unsure, and my heart was pounding so hard i could barely breathe.
our lips met, soft and hesitant at first, then steadier, like we were both afraid to let go. she tasted faintly of coffee and something sweet.
when we finally pulled back, she let out a quiet breath, almost a laugh.
âiâve wanted to do that for awhile,â she said.
there was a pause â soft, not awkward. i glanced around then back at her.
we sat there for a moment, neither of us really knowing what to say next. i glanced toward the window â the rain had started to come, streaking the glass.
âmy place is closer,â i said quietly, my voice almost lost under the sound of the rain. âif you⌠wanna come over.â
she looked at me, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile. âyou sure?â
âyeah,â i said, my pulse quickening again. âitâs justâ itâs warm, and you donât have to drive back in this.â
she tilted her head, studying me for a second, then leaned in again, close enough that i could feel her breath against my skin.
âyou realize,â she whispered, a hint of teasing in her voice, âweâre still in public, right?â
i laughed quietly, my hand brushing against hers. âyeah, i know.â
âgood,â she said, smiling against my lips before kissing me again â slower this time, softer, like she didnât care who saw.
i nodded, softly, smiling. billie stood smoothly, tossing some cash on the table before grabbing my hand. we move through the crowded shop, her grip tight like she was afraid i'd disappear.
the second we stepped outside, billie pushed me against the brick wall beside the entrance, her body caging me in. "couldn't wait," she muttered before claiming my lips again, her hands sliding under my shirt to grip my waist.
i melted into her, my fingers tangling in her hair as the city bustled around us, oblivious to the way billie was unraveling me with just her lips and hands.
"itâs raining," i gasped when she finally let me breathe. â weâre only six minutes away from my place.â
billie smirked, stepping back just enough to grab my hand again. "letâs go.â
the walk to my apartment was a blur of tangled limbs and stolen kisses, billieâs hands never leaving my body for long. every time i even tried to speak, billie silenced me with another kiss, her lips trailing down my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just above her collarbone.
"keys," billie growled against my skin as we reached the door.
i fumbled in my jacket , hands shaking as i tried to unlock it, billieâs lips never leaving my neck. the door finally swung open, and billie kicked it shut behind them, pressing me against it with a thud.
"talk later," billie murmured, fingers already working the buttons of my jeans. "right now, i need to feel you."
her fingers reach down, playing with the waist band of my underwear. âcan I take these off?,â her breath heavy, eyes looking straight through me.
âplease,â I responded. my breath hitched as billieâs fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties. billie kissed the side of my neck, her cold fingers circling my clit, with teasing pressure.
my head fell back against the door, a moan spilling from my lips as billieâs fingers slipped inside, curling deep inside me.
âlook at you,â billie murmured, watching my hips chase her touch. âso sexy like this.â
billie kissed me again, swallowing my moans as she worked smoothly, as my whole body felt like sparks exploding within.
âfuckâŚ,â I whined, feeling her palm pressed firmly against my skin, while her other finger gently circled my clit. billie kissed the side of my neck, then pulled back, teasing me, licking her fingers clean with a smirk.
i laughed, breathless, dragging billie back in for another kiss. "why the teasing?.â
âbecause itâs better,â she whispered against my lips before leading us backward, pushing me against a cold wall. my back touched the surface.
billieâs hands were already moving again, before she stopped herself. âcan i take this off?,â she gently tugged on my shirt, looking in my eyes. âyes,â i muttered, nodding my head. billie didnât wait before pushing my shirt up over my head, tossing it aside without breaking the kiss.
her mouth trailed down my neck, teeth grazing my skin just above my collarbone. i gasped, fingers tightening in billieâs hair as i felt the sharp sting, the heat of her tongue soothing the spot right after.
"you taste so good," billie murmured against my skin, hands sliding around to unhook my bra with practiced ease. the fabric fell away, and billie didnât hesitate, mouth closing over one nipple, tongue flicking over the peak until i was arching into her with a whimper.
she hummed, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure straight to my core. her free hand slid down, fingers slipping between my thighs, teasing my entrance before pushing inside again. i moaned, hips rocking against her hand, the dual sensation of her mouth on my breasts and her fingers working me open almost too much.
"you like that shit?" billie asked, voice rough, fingers curling just right. "yesâgod.â
she smirked, adding a third finger, stretching me just enough to make my breath catch. "you take me so well," she murmured, lips brushing my ear. "so fucking tight."
i could only whine in response, the coil of pleasure winding tighter, my thighs shaking as billieâs thumb pressed against my clit again, before removing it.
her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back with a sharp tug that sent a jolt of pain-pleasure down my spine. our lips crashed together again, teeth clashing, tongues battling for dominance. billie tasted like sugar and something darker, something addictive.
"on your knees," she growled, shoving me down hard enough to make my knees hit the floor with a thud.
my breath hitched as i looked up at her through my lashes, hands already working the button of her jeans. the denim slid down her hips, revealing the thick outline of her cock straining against the fabric of her boxer briefs. my mouth watered.
"look at you," billie muttered, gripping the base of her cock through the damp fabric.
she placed a hand on the top of my head, pushing it against her clothed bulge. âsuck it,â billie muttered softly. I didnât respond; instead, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her underwear and tugged them down, freeing her cock with a slow, deliberate drag.
the tip was thick and light pink, contrasting with the blush shade of her length. her balls hung below, a darker shade. without hesitation, I leaned forward and licked a long stripe from base to tip, savoring the way her hips jerked forward.
"shitâ" billie hissed, fingers tightening in my hair.
i moaned, wrapping my lips around the head, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks as i took her deeper. i could feel the way her thighs tensed, the way her breath stuttered when my tongue swirled around the tip.
âoh, that mouth,â billie sighed, thrusting her hips into the wet heat, her balls lightly brushing against my chin.
i hummed around her, the vibrations making her curse. i took her deeper, throat relaxing as her cock hit the back of my mouth. tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but i didnât pull back, just let her use me, fuck my face with slow, deliberate thrusts.
"yes," billie panted, tilting my head back to watch herself disappear between my lips. "taking me so fucking good."
spit dripped down my chin, my jaw aching, but i didnât want to stop, i didnât slow down. i reached up, fingers digging into her hips, urging her deeper.
billieâs breath caught in her throat, a soft moan escaping her lips. âfuck,â she whispered. my saliva dripped below her, cascading down her thighs. billie circled her hips in my mouth, intensifying the sensation, her cock twitching slightly.
she pushed her hips deeper, causing me to gag. her eyes closed in pleasure as she softly whispered, âtake this dick.â
the hardwood floor was unforgiving against my knees, but i barely noticed, too focused on the way billieâs cock filled my mouth, the way her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding my movements.
I locked my mouth around her, gazing up at her as she closed her eyes. my fingers squeezed billieâs ass, feeling her soft flesh, which made her moan louder.
i hummed around her, the vibration making her curse, her grip tightening. i could feel her thighs trembling, could hear the way her breath stuttered.
I swirled my tongue around her veins, making her breath catch in her throat. âtake it deeper, swallow it,â her voice chocked, her eyebrows screwing together.
I was so wet that I could feel my thighs soaking, almost becoming uncomfortable as the cool air hit me. as I listened to what she said, I tried swallowing her, but her dick hitting the back of my throat, making me gag.
billieâs hips twitched as if it was too much for her to handle. before she backed away, her cock slipped from between my lips, with a soft âpop,â the salvia somehow still keeping us connected.
âcan you stand up for me?,â she ran her hand through my hair, her dick drenched in saliva. âshow me what you want.â
I kept my eyes on her as I gently stood up and stepped over to the leather couch. I bent over, exposing my core and bud, while my lips glistened in the dim lighting.
"you want it rough?" billie whispered, stepping behind me. i whimpered, pushing my hips back in answer. she chuckled, low. "good girl."
her fingers slid between my thighs, finding me soaked. "youâre dripping," she muttered, rubbing rough circles over my clit. "this what you needed? needed me to fuck you stupid?"
i nodded frantically, hips rocking against her hand.
billie pulled away just long enough to spit into her palm, slicking her cock before pressing the head against my entrance. "beg."
it was embarrassing. but i didnât care, Iâll do it for her. "please," i whispered, fingers clawing at the couch cushions. "please, billie, fuck me.â
she didnât make me wait. she roughly pushed past my entrance, in one brutal thrust, my back arching as i was stretched open, filled so completely it stole my breath. "yesâfuck," billie moaned, hips snapping forward again, setting a punishing pace from the start.
my back arched, a cry tearing from my throat as she bottomed out, her cock stretching me perfectly.
i could only moan, the sound punched out of me with every thrust, every time her cock dragged over that spot inside me that made my vision blur, as i could feel her balls hitting against my clit, with every thrust, making my toes curl.
"gonna ruin you," billie panted, fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "gonna fuck you so good you forget your own name."
the slap of skin on skin filled the room, billieâs thrusts relentless, driving me higher and higher until i was teetering on the edge, pleasure coiling tight in my stomach.
it felt so good, the penetration running deep, making my walls flutter around her. my hands found anything they could, holding onto the couch tightly.
the slapping sound drowned out by our ragged breathing, the slick slap of skin on skin.
our skin was becoming messy, right where our hips met. billie pushed herself more forward making my back arch deeper.
my eyes fluttered as gasped, my harden nipples touching the cold leather of the couch.
billieâs hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as she fucked into me harder, deeper, her cock hitting that spot inside that had me seeing stars.
"billieâiâm gonnaâ"
âcum" she ordered, voice rough. "cum on my dick, like a slut.â
i suddenly came, my orgasm crashing over me with a scream, my walls clamping down around her cock as the pleasure rolled through me.
billie fucked me through it, her rhythm hesitating as my walls fluttered around her. "fuckâ ," she groaned, hips stuttering as she came deep inside, her cock pulsing as she spilled into me with a low groan.
we collapsed together, breathless and sweaty, billieâs weight pressing me into the couch.
after a moment, she lifted her head, smirking down at me. "floor next?"
i laughed, shoving at her weakly. "youâre crazy."
billieâs grin was wicked. "you love it."
and i couldnât argue with that. her lips met mine again, but it was softer. âwe can take it slower this time.â
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