Ily Billy Boi

You couldn’t even pretend to drift back off to sleep if you wanted to. A small strange noise had awoken you, and you deduced that it was coming from the figure slumbering beside you. 

Last night must have been pretty crazy if I don’t even remember passing out here. You said to yourself, glancing at Bill sleeping next to you. If it was anyone else, it would have thoroughly freaked out out to wake up to him beside you. However, you were good friends, and you trusted him.

Another little noise from him wrenched you from your thought process as you quickly realized he was whimpering. Was he in pain? Having a bad dream?

Your eyes widened as his weak whimpers started to transform into to moans, his breaths coming quicker and quicker. It was at that point your eyes were drawn to the growing bulge protruding beneath the sheet. 

Oh fuck, you whispered to yourself at the lowest volume you could manage. This definitely wasn’t a bad dream. Your heart froze in your chest as you heard him somewhat-incoherently mutter something that sounded an awful lot like your name.

He gasped, thrashing around a little as he rotated to his side facing you. You panicked, snapping your eyelids shut in hopes that if he was awake, he would be able to avoid the embarrassment of thinking you were aware of the experience he was having. 

However, you quickly deduced that he was in fact still asleep. A filthy sound escaped his lips that sent tingles through your body as your toes curled. You peeked through your lashes at him, starting to lazily rut up against the mattress as he breathed out little phrases you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Please.” Bill whined, the mattress creaking beneath him as he started to push into it harder. “Please.”

It felt so wrong to be witnessing it, but your arousal betrayed you as you started to feel a wetness spreading between your legs that commanded you to stay.

He whimpered your name, continuing with his desperate little pleas as he hissed, the languid motions of his hips becoming more and more rough against the mattress. 

Bill awoke with a cry as his hips stuttered, his whole body tensing up as he reached his climax and you saw a wet spot spreading into the fabric of his jeans.

You quickly closed your eyes, trying to stifle your rapid heavy breaths.

He gets to gloat about it. How she needed him so badly she couldn’t sleep. How she took so long, just wanting him in her mouth. All the soft little sounds she made, and how watching it in the low light coming in through the window made him even harder. How after she swallowed every drop of him, she curled up and went to sleep right there.

she wanted him so badly. it had been all she’d been whining and whimpering about for the past hour. he wanted nothing more than to oblige her, to pull her into his lap and slip his cock inside her. but he couldn’t at the moment, he was busy poring over some paperwork for his business, and he needed to get it all done in a timely fashion. she looked so pitiful, though. she’d been waiting for him to come home all day, but now that he was home, he couldn’t focus all of his attention on her. after a while though, he relented a little, deciding there was a way that he could still get his work done and give her what she wanted. “c’mere bunny,” he said, patting his lap. she eagerly approached him, climbing into his lap. “daddy needs to get this done. but i’ll tell you what, if you get off on my leg for now, we can do whatever you want after i’m done. how’s that sound?”