#billkaulitzff

The clock reads 5 pm, you're sweating and watching from the mat, leaned up against the mirror. Your eyes were locked onto the person you envied most. His stance was fierce, yet with purpose. He was never the one to aimlessly punch without thinking.

"Bill, you were so much help today. Thanks so much, " One of the other girls at the gym approached him.

It was thirty minutes after training ended, the gym was humid and everybody was packing up and leaving.

Finally, the sound of the punching bag being pounded and slammed into quieted down.

"Of course, anything for cuties like you, " Bill wiped the sweat off his forehead with his wristband and turned to her.

He placed his hands on his hips, eyeing her up and down. His eyes traced the curves of her chest.

"Are you coming in tomorrow?" She grinned.

"Yea, I'm always here, " He gleamed down at her.

She nodded with a chuckle, fist bumping him before exiting. The last member of the gym followed behind her.

The door shut behind them; silence following behind it, reminding you your only company left. The buzz from the fluorescent lights above only mocked you.

Bill squeezed his water bottle, catching sips. He threw it back onto the mat with a thud. Sweat dripping from his eyebrow, down to his white tank top.

"What are you staring at?" He looked over at you, holding onto the towel around his neck.

"You. You're such a pervert. You were practically drooling over one glance of cleavage, " You slid up from the mirror, your shirt riding up a bit.

"Jealous? Is that how you want me to look at you?" He held a smug look on his face.

You narrowed your eyes at him. Anybody that didn't fawn over him could wipe that expression off his face.

"Maybe you should focus on training more than flirting, " Your feet peeled off the mat with each step; meeting the cold wood floor. 

"I can do both, they don't mind either, " Bill's eyes followed you as you walked to your locker.

"What are you even training them for? How to perform in your bed?" You twist the locker knob, pulling the door open.

"Like you need to know. I'm sure you need that, " He smirked and watched you.

"I can perform well without your help if that's what you need to know, " You took out electrolytes.

"Why are you even thinking about that? Did you wanna join them in my bed?" He snickered, he was closer than before but he was still on the mat.

"Of course, not. Anyone can guess your motives from the stretches you help them do." You turn to him.

"Like what stretches? Tell me? Because I'm really curious onto why you're assuming this shit about me," Bill narrowed his eyes and came closer as he spoke.

He closed you in into your locker, looking down at you. The heat from his body radiating onto yours. You could almost mix body sweat from how close he was. His jaw was clenched, almost chewing on his own tongue.

"It's not assumptions when it's true, " You leaned up and spoke into his face.

He smirked a bit and slowly leaned down into your ear.

"I'll show you the difference between assumptions and truths, since you wanna make shit up, " His voice was husky in your ear.

You shuddered but stood your ground. The smell of his sweat and cologne filled your nose, almost like poison. You could taste it in your mouth.

"Don't act smug, I know you've slept with a handful, Bill, " You whispered into his ear.

"If I wanted to, I would've ages ago, " He spoke into your ear once more, his breath hitting your ear after each word.

Bill leaned back away from you and took your electrolytes from your hand. He took a huge sip as he kept eye contact. A droplet hung from his lips as he pulled away from the bottle.

"Mind your business, " He licked his lips and handed you the bottle.

You could only glare at him as you watched him go off into the showers.

"Asshole, " You muttered once the door closed behind him.

You were stuck as the only other trainer with Bill, being left alone to the rest of the tasks before closing. You placed on your headphones and put on a song of choice.

You wiped down the windows, pulling down the blinds. It shut out the nice orange hue that filled the gym. You restocked items for guests and returning members. It was small tasks to keep the place nice and tidy. Boring but it was nice with the music on.

You took out another spray and kneeled down onto the blue mat. It sunk under you as you began wiping from one corner. You hear a faint door close again, but ignore it.

"You look good from up here."

You could hear that irritating voice but you focus on your task.

The mat sunk in under behind you. You could feel wet, cold droplets hit your calves. You look over your shoulder and raised an eyebrow.

Bill was drying his ears, his hair dripping wet from the shower. You watched a water droplet run down his chest, tracing his toned body.

"What the fuck? Go put on clothes, " Your eyes moved down to the towel around his waist.

"What's wrong? Am I getting your mat wet?" He smirked.

You could see his eyes moving down your body, narrowing your eyes.

"Seriously, asshole?"

"What, babe? Does my presence really bother you that much? Am I getting the mat soaked?" Bill leaned over, his hair dripping water onto your back slightly.

"Dude. Don't call me that. Seriously stop playing around and put on clothes." You got up, leaving the rag and spray bottle on the floor.

He looked down at you, his mischievous smile only growing.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He tilted his head.

"I'm serious, Bill."

He reached down to the start of the towel around his waist. You widened your eyes.

"Do something about it, " He chuckled.

You reached out and grabbed his wrists.

"Dude get off my mat and put on some clothes, " You try to push him towards the locker rooms, but he persists and pushes back.

"Come on, I know you're stronger than that, " He leaned down and spoke into your ear.

You grunt and shoved him back a bit. He pulled you along with him as you guys tussled.

"Enough, Bill, " You rolled your eyes as you guys were off the mat by now.

"I like it when you fight with me, " He yanked you into the showers with him.

You let out an exhale and continue trying to shove him. Bill turned you around, shoving himself against the door, not letting you out. The tile underneath you was cold and wet. You glared up at him and grit your teeth.

"Enough, Bill. I'm done."

"I'm not, I think you need a shower, " He leaned down and sniffed you, mocking you.

You groaned and he pushed you towards the direction of one. You tried to fight against it, but his towel was slipping. His v-line was slowly showing more, distracting you.

His soft lips pecked your neck as he moved to grab your wrists, pinning you against the cold, gross blue tile of a shower cubicle.

You closed your eyes, tilting your head slightly.

"Give in to me, " Bill whispered into your ear and nibbled your ear lobe.

"What's your issue, huh? Don't you have other girls to do this to?" You lean away.

"They aren't fun like you, " He stood up straight, sliding his hands down to your waist.

You clenched your fists and twisted the water on. It sprayed on him, running down his hair and body.

"Admit it, you're jealous of them, " Bill leaned down again and whispered into your ear.

The water filled the void of your answers. It was cold, yet it didn't help with how heated up you felt inside. Your shirt was getting drenched, becoming see through. He glanced down and back up at you.

"Don't I frustrate you? Your blood boils when you see me everyday, doesn't it? Having to work twelve hours with me, stuck in this gross gym, " He kissed every few words into your neck.

"Who wouldn't be? I can't stand you, " You looked down at him.

"How do you think I feel?" Bill kissed up your ear.

You clenched his shoulders, your wet shirt weighing you down slightly.

"You think I wanna be stuck in this gym with you? I'd rather do anything else, " He held the hem of your shirt, pulling it off and throwing it aside.

You looked up at him, his eyes were already there to meet yours. His eyes were hungry, and by his grip on your waist you could tell he wanted more.

"Make up your mind, Bill. Stop being weird."

"Don't rush me, " He narrowed his eyes.

Bill slid his hands back up and pulled the straps off your shoulders. He slipped your bra down, exposing your bare chest.

You reached up, covering yourself with your arms.

"I'll make your assumptions true if you let me, " He held your wrist gently, leaning down to you. He prompt himself up with one of his wrists above your head against the wall.

"So you admit it. You'll fuck anyone you see."

Bill tilted his head and pretended to look away with his eyes to think.

"Maybe I do. What's so wrong with that?" He pushed your wrists down gently.

He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. He slid a hand down to your boob, gently fondling it as he rolled your nipple between his pointer and middle finger.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, falling for his temptations.

"Make this quick, " You muttered into the kiss.

"What's the rush for?" Bill spun you around by your waist.

He kissed behind your ear and down the side of your neck, pressing his hard on against your ass.

Your hands and chest pressed up against the tile. The water continuously soaking the both of you as he continued kissing your neck, moving his hands to the start of your shorts.

"The gym needs to be closed on time, " You tilt your neck to give him more access.

"Strict, aren't you? Why do that when you can be with me?" He grinned against your skin as he nipped at it, leaving small red marks.

"Stop talking, " You closed your eyes in content, letting out small moans.

Bill pushed down your shorts as he pulled off his towel. You pushed off the wall a bit to position yourself for him. He slid his fingers down your slit, spreading your juices over your folds and clit. You shuddered to his warm touch, his fingers calloused probably from all of that training.

He dipped one of his fingers into you, gently pumping it in and out.

"Is this okay?" He whispered against your ear.

You nod in response, feeling him dip another finger inside of you. He curled his fingers, chuckling softly.

"What's so funny?" You let out, looking down at the ground to distract yourself from embarrassment.

"I think it's sweet that you're taking me so well. I thought you hated me, babe, " He sucked on your neck and nipped, leaving behind darker marks.

"I do," You mewled, feeling his other hand meet your boob again. His wet fingers slid up to your clit, circling it softly.

"Yea? Doesn't sound like it, " He removed his fingers from your pussy, keeping the other on your boob.

You let out a small whine from the lost of warmth.

Bill positioned his size, teasing your entrance before slowly entering. You let out a small gasp, angling yourself to help. He reached up to your jaw after fully entering you, turning your face to his.

He stared into your eyes like it meant more, leaning down to kiss your lips. You closed your eyes as he bent over you slightly, moving his hips slowly. Your stomach turned from pleasure as you moaned softly into your lips.

He slid his hand from your jaw down to your neck, gently grasping it. You held onto the wall to keep balance as you bit his lip.

He grunted, the taste of blood melting into the kiss.

He slapped your side, growling slightly before kissing you harsher. You breathed heavily, moving your lips along with him.

Your legs shake slightly, feeling the pleasure in your stomach. He moved his hand from your boob down to your waist as he moved his hips quicker. You moved a hand from the wall, clasping your fingers into his. The water washed off your sweat as he continued, the fresh smell of his products flooding your nose.

Your feet slightly slip from the wet surface. He held you tightly as he moved his lips into yours. You parted your lips, gasping slightly from the pleasure. He held your throat, sliding his tongue in as you let out small squeals into the kiss.

"Where's that attitude from before?" He pulled away from the kiss after a bit.

"Be quiet and finish up, " You threw your head back, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Bill reached over your hip and rubbed your clit as he moved slower. He pounded into you, causing you to roll your eyes back, clenching his hand on your waist harshly.

He panted into your head, kissing your nape.

"You're so frustrating, " He moaned huskily.

"I wish we never met, " You squirmed, letting out a high pitched noise, trying to hold back.

He bit your shoulder, almost hard enough to draw blood, earning a wince from you. He chuckled behind you as he moved his hips faster, letting out low moans.

"Don't say things you don't mean, fuck. I'm close, " He bucked his hips.

You squealed, clenching your eyes as your thighs shook. You let out a content sigh as he pulled out quickly, releasing onto your back. You pant softly, holding onto the shower rail, not once looking at him.

Bill glanced at you from behind, admiring his work and your curves. He was quiet for a bit but he reached out, holding your hips. He licked the bite mark he left on your shoulder, gently.

"What, Bill?"

"What's with that tone?" He hummed, kissing the bite mark.

You don't respond, feeling the water run down your back. He held you against his chest. He massaged your sides, placing his chin on your head.

You placed your hands on his wrist, conflicted.

"So, now what? Are you still gonna go around and sleep with those girls?" You mumble the last part.

"What did you say to me?" He held your jaw and turned your face to him.

"Are you gonna go sleep with those girls?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I can't believe you think that lowly of me, " He sucked his teeth and looked down at you as he pressed his thumb into your cheek.

"Tell me, Bill."

"What's there to tell you?" He slid a finger into your lips, forcing you to suck it.

He watched with no emotion on his face, you couldn't read how he felt.

"Believe what you want, " He whispered into your ear.

He pulled away, turning away to grab a towel to dry off.

"Just answer me, Bill, " You clenched your fists, turning away from the wall to look at him.

He pulled a shirt over his head, it clung to his body from the dampness.

"You can continue to be curious or just let me fuck you every now and then. How does that sound?" Bill pulled on his sweatpants.

"Are you kidding me?" You crossed your arms.

"Why would I be?" He grabbed his bag.

"Answer me, stop being vague!" You raised your voice a bit.

He shrugged and walked to the door to leave.

"Believe what you want, " The door shut behind him before you could continue.

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© b_kaulitzz

I hugged a pillow between my legs, running my nails over the remote buttons as the TV shined on my face. The low hum coming from the TV as the room was dark, my hip resting against the firm, leather cushion. I yawned, my eyes barely opening as the drama murmured. I raised an eyebrow, hearing the door crack open. Bill's slim figure entered my vision as he was already inside, closing the door. He sighed in relief, locking it before coming over by the feet side of the couch. "How was the show?" I sighed, looking up at him as he held wide eyes with a smile. His mascara and eyeshadow practically melted.

"It was great...I'm exhausted, " He said. I sat up, moving my legs off the couch. He came over, the cushion dipped as he took a seat next to me.

"I can see that, " I snickered as I scanned over his face and hair. His hair was slightly shiny from the mixed sweat and hairspray, the TV screen light only exposing him more. He frowned as his gaze from the TV turned to me.

"Do I look that bad?" He reached up from a piece of his hair, pouting as he looked up at the start of the spikes that surrounded his hairline.

"Yes, " I snickered more, covering my mouth as the laugh became more obnoxious. He whined, looking at me again.

"You don't have to be so mean about it, " He twirled the crunchy piece of hair that slowly unraveled from the hairspray.

"I'm just playing, Bill, " I rolled my eyes, sitting back on my hands.

"Well...can you do something about it?" He tilted his head, running his fingers through more crunchy strands.

"As in?..." I raised an eyebrow.

"Wash my hair?" He leaned in close as he asked, fluttering his eyelashes. I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

"What?? No, you can do that yourself, " I crossed my arms, sitting more on the couch as I turned back to the TV.

"Please?" He pleaded with a frown and I kept my attention on the cheesy romance drama.

"No," I repeated.

"Pleeeaaaaase, " Bill dragged out, placing his temple on my shoulder as he looked up at me. I turned my head to him as he gave me doe eyes, his hands fidgeting to take off one of his bracelets. My eyebrows relaxed as I looked down at him, giving a small smile before parting my lips.

"No, " I said sternly. He pouted, staying in the position he was in.

"Don't be like that, " He whined, groaning after. "Just this once? Please? I won't ever ask you again, " He threw off his cuff bracelets, causing them to clank against the glass coffee table. I clicked my tongue, rolling my eyes.

"I don't know why you want me to do it so bad, " I pushed him off, pressing my finger pads against his forehead. He frowned, attaching his chin to my shoulder.

"Because I'm your bestest, sweetest, nicest, and hottest friend. And, you'll do anything for me, right?" He grinned, his canine teeth showing as his eyes squinted from smiling widely.

"You're being sooo corny, are you drunk?" I snickered. He shook his head, throwing the rest of his bracelets onto the table.

"Is that a yes?" His eyes became hooded as he stared over my lips, only a few inches away. He looked back up at me with the same doe look.

"Fine, only so you shut up, " I scoffed, getting up from the couch. I reached for the remote, shutting the TV off, leaving us in the dark again. He squealed quietly, clapping his hands.

"Yay!" Bill exclaimed. I sighed, throwing the remote onto the couch before making my way to the single bathroom. I turned on the light, rubbing my eyes as I walked to the tub. I sat on the ledge, looking over at Bill as he held a grin. He closed the door behind him, coming over to sit back on my right against the tub.

"Cold or what?" I reached up for the shower head, taking it off it's place. I turned it on, feeling the temperature as he rolled his eyes back instinctively to think.

"Lukewarm, " His eyes turned to me with the same doe look. I reached for the knob, twisting it with a creak before feeling the temperature again. I sighed before turning to Bill.

"Close your eyes, " I said before he did so. I ran the water over his hair from his hairline, his spikes deflating as they soaked up the water. I ran my fingers through his scalp, causing him to shiver. I snickered, making sure to drench his whole head.

"That tickles, " He breathed out. I turned off the water, grabbing the mini shampoo, and clicked it open before splurting a quarter size into my palm.

"This is gonna tickle more, " I said and lathered the shampoo into a foam. He looked over at me, his eyes still surrounded by the shimmery eyeshadow.

"Be gentle, " He said. I leaned more over him, both of my hands moving into his hair. I bit my lip, focusing on his hair as his eyes looked up at me. I massaged the soap into his scalp with my fingertips, causing Bill to close his eyes. He hummed in delight as the lather ran through my fingers and his hair.

"Does it feel good?" I ran the shampoo through his hair strands before massaging it into his scalp again. He let out a small 'mhm,' looking up at me again with hooded eyes.

"Thank you, you're so sweet, " He purred, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. I grimaced, continuing to scrub his hair.

"Sweet?" I fake gagged, pulled away, and shook the excess shampoo off my hands.

"Yea, sweet. Is something wrong with that?" Bill huffed. I reached for the cold metal again, the knob creaking once again as I came close.

"Yea?! You never call me that, " I scoffed, leaning down to him again. My whole upper body was over him as my right hand ran up to his scalp, spraying warm water to rinse the hair out. I held my breath as he looked up at me, fluttering his eyes.

"Can't I call you sweet now?" He hummed. I raised my damp hand to his nose, pinching it and causing him to wince. I snickered as I pulled away from his now-red nose, continuing to rinse his hair out. "Why'd you do that?!" He frowned as he reached for his nose, massaging it.

"I always do that, what do you mean?" I sighed as I continued to rinse his hair off.

"Well...it was mean, " He sulked as I turned the water off and placed the shower head down.

"I was just playing, Bill, I'm sorry, " I picked up the mini conditioner, squirting an even amount into my hand. I groaned, moving my hands down to massage it to the ends of his hair.

"I accept your apology...only because you're washing my hair, " He muttered.

"What's up with you, Bill?" I grabbed the shower head again.

"Nothing...why?" He looked away as I rinsed his soft hair out of the conditioner.

"You're really soft today, " I squeezed my pointer and middle finger together, squeezing the conditioner out of each strand.

"No, I'm not!" Bill retorted.

"Yes, you are, " I nodded before turning off the water for a final time. I pulled away from him, getting up on one knee to put away the shower head.

"No, I'm not, " He crossed his arms as he laid there with his wet hair. I rolled my eyes, sliding off the ledge. My feet hit the cold brick floor as I took a few steps to the cabinet.

"You so are, " I pulled it open, leaning down to pull out a fiber towel. I walked back to Bill, leaning over as he lifted his head up a bit for me. I wrapped the towel around his head, allowing him to sit up more.

"No, I'm not, " He dragged out. I exhaled, drying his hair out for him.

"Just admit it, " I snickered, continuing to dry his hair.

"I'm not!" He huffed. I pulled the towel on his head, covering his eyes before letting go and running out of the bathroom. His groans were faint as I plopped onto the couch. I turned the TV on again, hearing his feet pitter-patter as he flipped the switch off, making his way to the couch. "You're so mean!" He groaned, plopping by my feet as I was already sprawled out.

"Boohoo, " I stuck my tongue out, focusing on the movie. He threw the towel aside, his hair still damp as he crawled down to me. I furrowed my brows, feeling him wrap his arms around my waist.

"Now you have to deal with this, " He laid his chin on my chest as he looked up at me. I tilted my head, reaching down to comb my fingers through his hair, revealing more of his face.

"You're so weird..." I sucked my teeth, turning my whole body to lay flat against the couch. He laid between my legs, his chin still resting on my chest as I played with his damp hair.

"You think so?" He looked away, closing his eyes. I continued to run my fingers through his hair one after another, slowly.

"Yea...you aren't responding like you usually do, " I hummed. He fluttered his eyes open, coming up closer as my fingers were tangled in his hair.

"I guess..." Bill locked eyes with me, being at eye level by now. I furrowed my brows as his eyes slowly went down to my lips, his heartbeat against my chest, racing faster than I could keep up.

"Bill?..." I mumbled, moving my hands down from his hair to cup his cheeks. I raised his face to look at me, my legs feeling the warmth of his jeans rubbing against my calves.

"How do I tell you?..." He looked away. I bit my lip, caressing his right cheek with my thumb as his face was painted pink.

"Tell me what?" I smirked, continuing to caress his cheek.

"I..." He whispered, slowly looking back at me. I ran my hand down his soft face, swiping my thumb over his bottom lip. He looked at me with parted lips before speaking again. "I like you..." He whispered, becoming a dark shade of red throughout his face and ears.

"You what?" I grinned, continuing to play with his bottom lip. He bit his lip, faceplanting his face in my chest. I slid my hands back into his damp hair, the beachy smell of the shampoo being so close.

"Stop it, " He whined, peeking up at me, keeping the rest of his face buried in my chest.

"I didn't hear you, " I hummed, twirling a strand of his hair in my finger. He propped his chin up again, still being the same shade of red.

"I like you, okay?..." He looked away. I pulled him in by the back of his head, being centimeters away from his face by now. He widened his eyes as he looked at me, his heartbeat only racing more against my chest. I leaned close, keeping my eyes on his lips before kissing his plump lips. He slowly closed his eyes, kissing back. The faint taste of beer faded into my lips.

"You lied, you did drink, " I mumbled against his lips, moving a hand to the side of his cheek before kissing him again.

"Only a bit..." He responded. I cupped his lower jaw, causing him to softly gasp as his lips moved against mine. "I meant every word, I swear, " He panted as I began to harshly move my lips against his. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes still closed as I trailed my hand down to the growing tent in his pants. His breath hitched into the kiss, making more room for my hand.

"Are you sure?" I pulled away from the kiss. His lips were puckered as I gently squished his face in my grasp.

"Sober, " He nodded as he spoke. I pulled away from his face, allowing him to lay his head in the crook of my neck. His gaze focused on my hand, unbuckling his belt with a few pulls. I pulled it out of his belt loops, and he lazily laid his arms around my waist. I dropped the belt to the floor, the decorations clanking against each other as my hand moved back to the start of his jeans. I unbuttoned them, zipping the fly down before moving my hand between his jeans and boxers. I bit my lip, feeling Bill hide his face in the crook of my neck. I palmed him, his soft moans tickling against my neck. I slid my hand into his boxers, pulling his hard length out. His chest heaved as he laid by my side, continuing to watch.

"So shy..." I whispered, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Bill let out a whine as he shuddered against my cold touch. I slowly pumped him and he moved his lips against my lips. He planted soft kisses, shakingly moaning against my skin as I pumped him, occasionally thumbing his tip. I bit my lip, feeling him nip at my skin as I tightened my grip more. His breath hiccuped, leaving behind small red marks scattered across my skin as I slowly yet harshly worked my hand around his cock. He slid a hand under my shirt, cupping my bare boob as I didn't wear a bra. I let out a small gasp, feeling his run my nipple in between his two fingers. He lifted my shirt above my chest with his wrist, continuing to play with my nipple. I turned my head to him, continuing to keep my grasp around his cock, hearing his sweet moans. He looked up at me with knotted brows, before pulling away to crawl on top of me. I rested my head on one of the couch pillows, my eyes following him as he placed gentle kisses around my chest. He looked up at me with a warm look, his eyes blinking slowly as his lashes accentuated him.

"This okay?..." He moved his kisses down, trailing them around my nipple. His kisses were soft, sinking into my skin as if I were quicksand.

"Keep going, " I nodded, moving my hand back into his now-dry hair. He laid his tongue flat against my hard nipple, causing me to shudder with the contact of his cold piercing. He wrapped his plump lips around my nipple, his other hand gliding down my torso to the start of my shorts. I softly moaned, running my fingers through his scalp. Bill closed his eyes, continuing to keep his lips around my nipple. He slid his hand into my shorts, his fingers already running against my wet slick as I wore no panties. I panted softly, gently grasping a handful of his hair as he circle my clit with his middle finger. His eyes were hooded as he looked at me, pulling off of my nipple.

"Am I doing good?" He gently spoke.

"You're doing so well, " I continued to play with his hair. His face was a soft pink again, moving down between my legs. He wrapped his fingers around the start of my shorts, pulling them off. I moved my legs in the opposite direction, causing Bill to sit up, and I kicked them off my ankles to help. He took hold of my ankles, peppering kisses as he slowly came back down. He kissed the flesh of my inner thighs, slowly moving them onto my pussy. He kissed my clit, his hands moving around the back of my thigh. My chest heaved as I watched him, sliding my hand down to gently take a grasp of his hair. He laid his tongue flat against my clit, eyes still hooded as they looked up at me. I panted softly, my other hand reaching back to take hold of the pillow. I arched my back slightly, feeling him lap his tongue against my clit. The metal that decorated his tongue occasionally hit my clit. The rings on his fingers slid against the flesh of my thigh as he slowly moved them to my pussy. I let out a drawn-out moan, throwing my head back as his tongue lapped, two of his fingers prodding at my slick hole. He slowly slid his fingers in, stopping at the cold metal around his fingers. I looked back down at him as he kept his menacing stare at me. I rested my ankles around his shoulders gently as I repeatedly panted, gripping his hair.

"Good boy..." I shakingly let out. He whimpered against my cunt, causing vibration against my skin. I let out a deliberate squeal, keeping eye contact with him. He slowly thrusted his fingers, wrapping his lips around my clit. He continued to moan against my skin, only causing more vibrations. I thinly moaned, feeling his fingers curl inside of me. I pushed his head down more, his lips unraveling as he pulled his fingers out. He wrapped his hand around my thigh again, his tongue moving through my folds. I breathed heavily, the static of the TV filling my head as I became lightheaded. Bill lifted my hips, licking up all of my juices before pulling away. I let out a depraved moan as he sat on his knees, reaching back for a condom. He tore it open, biting his lip as he pushed the condom down around his cock. I panted, catching my breath as he scooted over, taking hold of my calves.

"Is this alright?" He asked, looking down at me as he lifted my legs slightly. I gave him a small nod before his gaze moved down. He aligned himself, clenching my calves as he slowly entered. I threw my head back, arching my back as I heard his shaky breathing. I let out a high-pitched whine, feeling him slowly bottom me out as I dug my nails into the leather couch. He breathed heavily as he fully entered and I looked back up at him. He gave me a soft gaze, soothing me by moving a hand down on my hip to massage it. "You okay?"

"Yea...continue, " I panted. He nodded, moving both of his hands to my hips. His thumbs pressed into them as he slowly thrusted. I choked out moans, looking up at him as he furrowed his brows. He bit his lip, moving one of my legs over his shoulder. My chest caved as he leaned down, and the beachy coconut smell from his hair hit me again. The mumbling from the TV accompanied our heavy breathing as Bill stared into my eyes, reaching down for my left hand. He clasped his fingers into my hand, causing me to do the same. Our hands molded into one another as he kept his steady rhythm, bucking his hips into mine. The back of my head moved against the pillow as I dug my nails into the back of his palm, his tip kissing my cervix.

"You feel so good..." He rasped, each of his words tickling my nose and lips as he was a few inches away. I breathily moaned in response, the fly of his jeans tickling the back of my thighs.

"Fuck...you're doing so well, " I choked. He leaned down, placing his lips on mine, tasting myself on his tongue. His moans were strained as he shuddered his hips to the praise, my legs moving around his waist as he quickened his pace. He sloppily kissed my lips, barely being able to be attached as he thrusted. I furrowed my brows, pulling away as I threw my head back, feeling him hit my G-spot. "Right there, Bill, fuck, " I mewl. He kissed my chin, pulling away from my hand as he held my waist. He dug his polished nails into my flesh, leaving crescent marks as he sat up on his knees.

"So good, " Bill threw his head back, straining my name as I clenched around him. He repeatedly moaned my name, thrusting into my G-spot. I arched my back, my moans being cut off by one another. He leaned down, kissing in between my boobs as he kept a steady pace.

"You're such a good boy, " I cried out, causing him to roll his hips at a faster pace. I looked back down at him, his eyes glazed over as his eyeshadow was running more than it had before. His forehead glistened as he bit his lip. My body heated up as he muffledly groaned. He slowed down, feeling me clench around him. I groaned, lazily sitting up. I pushed him backward, causing him to fall back and lie flat against the couch. He widened his eyes as I straddled on top of him, positioning myself. "I didn't tell you to slow down."

"I'm sorry, " He stammered. I placed my hands on his torso, rolling my hips as I looked down at him. His brows were knitted as his jaw hung low. I lifted his t-shirt a bit, exposing his soft abs and the star tattoo that decorated his v-line. I bit my lip, watching as his head was thrown back. I sat on my knees, bouncing at a fast pace, causing high-pitched, filthy noises to escape his pretty pink lips. I leaned down, kissing his glistening neck as I kept my pace. He let out desperate whines, followed by grunts. I placed a hand behind his head, moving his face down to kiss his lips. I sloppily kissed him, his lips vibrating against mine as he let out broken cries of pleasure. "I'm close, " He breathed. My hips shuddered in response and he placed his hands on either side. His hips jolted as I placed my hands on his shoulders. I shrieked, feeling him thrust up into me, throwing my head back. The cold rings on his fingers accompanied the burning feeling of his hands on my hips. I felt the familiar knot in my stomach, clenching around him again. Bill groaned, cursing under my breath as I saw white, releasing all over his member. He sloppily fucking my cum into me as he came into the condom. I fluttered my eyes, turning back to him as I breathed heavily. A few strands of his hair flew to the front of his face as he looked up at me, breathing heavily as his musk filled my nose. I reached down, tucking the strands behind his ear.

"You did so well, " I panted, falling to lay on his chest. He rubbed my sides, catching his breath before answering.

"I still didn't get an answer, " He frowned as I looked up at him.

"Over?..." My eyes traced over his glistening features from the sweat. His eyes were hooded and glazed, his hair was disheveled as if I hadn't washed it before.

"Whether you like me or not..." He looked over at me. I sighed, leaning up to peck his lips, his face becoming a soft pink.

"I thought I didn't have to tell you, " I rolled my eyes, humming as I felt him trace circles into my hips.

"I just wanted to hear you say it, " Bill said and gave me a small grin.

"Fine...I like you, too, " I huffed. He pecked my lips repeatedly, giggling as he did. I snickered, cupping his cheek again. I groaned as I looked at his hair, seeing sweat at his hairline. "I just washed your hair too..."

"Shower?" He smirked.

"Again??" I grunted, pulling at his cheek.

"Just a shower, " He mumbled. I snickered, leaning in to press a long kiss on his lips.

"Fine, but I wanna stay here for a bit, " I said once I pulled away. Bill pecked my nose, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Can't wait."

My legs were intertwined with his as I leaned back into a pillow. Bill leaned against me as he breathed heavily, releasing for the second time. I kept my hand around his cock as he weakly whined.

"I won't do it again, please, " He stuttered as his chest caved. I tightened my grip, earning a cry in return as I slowly moved my hand up and down. My free hand reached over, lifting his shirt to reveal his star tattoo and soft abs. I leaned into the side of his neck, planting harsh kisses as I painfully jerked him off. He whimpered, shaking his head. "I'll be good!" He sobbed in pleasure, struggling to keep his legs close as my legs kept him down.

"I don't think you learned your lesson. What were you thinking when you kissed her?" I scoffed as I thumbed his tip. His head laid over my shoulder as he strained out moans, his cock twitching as he released again.

"Fuck-- I didn't mean to, " His eyeshadow was melted by now as he went down his face.

"You didn't mean to?" I nibbled gently at his sensitive skin, quickening my pace around his cock. He arched his back, trembling as he let out high-pitched moans. "It felt good, didn't it?"

"No, no, " He shook his head, crying softly as I continued to fistfuck his dick.

"Don't lie to yourself, " I twisted my hand, causing him to shake more. He gasped, his chest heaving as he panted.

"Fuck! Yes! I liked the kiss!" Bill came, his cum shooting back into his abs. My hand still working around his dick.

"How much, how much did you like the kiss?" I nipped at his skin, leaving small hickeys. The lewd noises of his cock aroused me as his release coated his dick.

"Not that much!" He whined, his fists clutching the bed sheets

“Oh, yea? Really?” I sneered, swiping up his cum with my two fingers. I brought them up to his plump lips, prodding at them. He looked over at his shoulder, breathing heavily as he parted his lips.

“I didn’t like it, swear, ” He mumbled as he tasted himself. I slid my fingers into his mouth, causing him to gag slightly. A teardrop that formed by his eye rolled down his cheek, mixing with the eyeshadow. He whined softly to the taste, a trail of saliva followed my fingers as I pulled them out.

“Don’t lie to me...” I reached down for his dick again, wrapping my fingers around it. He jolted slightly, slouching against me as his chest came up and down. “I saw how you kissed the blonde, ” I spoke against his ear. “Slow, savoring each second.”

“I couldn’t help it, ” Bill practically sobbed out as I twisted my hand.

“Couldn’t help it?” I smirked against his skin. “I can’t help it then, gosh. I can’t seem to keep my hands off you, ” I hummed. He twitched under me, sobbing quietly out of overstimulation.

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I stirred the hot cocoa concoction, turning the heat down to low. I hummed along to the Christmas music coming from the living room as cinnamon filled my nose.

"Babe?!" Bill called from the fireplace.

"Yea??" I turned off the heat, lifting the saucepan to pour into the matching mugs.

"I need help...with the fire, " He spoke, I could hear the pout in his voice as lighter cracking noise could be heard. I snickered, dropping mini marshmallows into the mugs.

"Okay, in a sec, " I pulled away from the mugs, turning to the fridge. It cracked open as I leaned down to grab the whipped cream. I smirked to myself, placing it onto the tray as I closed the fridge. I placed the mugs onto the tray, carrying them into the living room. "Bill?" I placed the tray onto the coffee table; he looked up at me with a pout as one hand rested on his knee.

"Help, " He said softly, his brows furrowed. I stepped closer to him, taking the utility lighter from his hand. He watched, anticipating, I leaned the tip of the lighter down, placing my thumb on the wheel. The fire lit the room up along with the light from the tree. "Thank you, " Bill said, smiling as he leaned over, kissing my cheek. I placed a hand on his cheek, kissing his lips. He hummed, gripping my waist, and kissing back. I closed my eyes, tilting my head, pulling away.

"The hot cocoa is gonna get cold, " I looked away, chuckling a bit.

"You made us hot cocoa?!" He gasped, standing up from the spot. He rushed over to the coffee table, picking up a mug before taking a sip. He winced, feeling the hot liquid go down his throat. I sighed, coming over, and picking up the whipped cream.

"Bill, be careful, " I frowned, watching him pull away from his mug, having a hot cocoa mustache. He snickered, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

"So, " Bill began, looking over his shoulder and towards the Christmas tree, "What did you get me for Christmas?" He turned back to me. I rolled my eyes, gripping the whipped cream can with both hands.

"You'll have to see silly! Just wait till Christmas, " I said. He scowled, wrapping his arms around my waist. He looked down at me with pleading eyes, planting kisses on my forehead.

"Please?? Come on, one hint?" He tilted his head, fluttering his lashes. I bit my bottom lip in, my eyes scanning over his features.

"No, Bill, " I rolled my eyes, feeling him plant kisses on my neck. I hummed softly, tilting my head to give him more access. "Bill?..."

"Yes, love?" He mumbled into my skin, nipping at my neck. I moaned softly, feeling the hickeys being left behind. He trailed kisses down to my collarbone, rubbing my sides up and down.

"What are you trying to do?" I took a sharp intake of breath, as I felt his hand slowly glide down into my pajama pants.

"Maybe bribing you, " He purred and I could feel his smirk against my neck. Bill ran kisses back up to my lips, kissing me passionately. I moaned against his lips, feeling his finger circle my clit. He slowly pushed us toward the velvet sofa, laying me down as he got on top of me. I placed the whipped cream by the side of the couch; wrapping my arms around his neck, trembling at his touch.

"Bill..." I breathed out, watching him pull away from the kiss. His eyes fluttered open, looking down at me innocently as he rubbed my clit.

"Hmm?" His hands slid to the hem of my shirt, tugging at it. "Take this as an early Christmas gift... Let me please you." He spoke huskily, earning a nod from me. He smiled in response, pulling my ugly sweater over me. I sat up, helping him pull it off. I gasped, feeling his lips attack mine as his hands came up to my breasts. He pushed me back down, squeezing them as my nipples were between his pointer and middle finger. Heavy breaths exited my nose, tickling his upper lip. He pulled away, kissing down to my breasts. Bill's lips came down to one of my nipples, gently tracing a circle over it with his lips. He gasped softly, leaning back to look over the sofa. "I wanna try something new..." He leaned over, picking up the can of whipped cream. I widened my eyes, watching him pop the top off with his thumb.

Bill shook it for a few seconds, tilting his head down at me. He pointed the nozzle at my collarbone, spraying some. He held the cold can in his hand, leaning down to lick the cream up. I shivered, watching his eyes slowly gaze down to my breasts. He licked his lips, pointing the nozzle to my nipple. He sprayed a dab on, coming back down. He looked up at me with doe eyes; his free hand on my other breast as he slowly glided his tongue over my nipple. I let out a small squeal, arching my back and my hands ran into his straight hair. He gently nibbled on my nipple, his tongue swirling around it. My breath hitched, my whole body heated up, and he teased the other nipple between his fingers. I whimpered softly and he pulled off. "Is that okay?" He asked.

"More than okay, " I stammered and he came back up. He planted his lips onto mine and I could taste the vanilla transfer onto my tongue. I ran my fingertips through his scalp, moaning as I felt him grind against my clothed pussy. I reached for the can, pulling away from the kiss. "Can I?" I hummed, slowly sitting up and pushing him down.

"I'd love that..." Bill bit his lip, leaning back onto his elbows. I pecked his lips, placing a hand on his chest. I ran my hand down his chest, slowly coming down to his torso. I lifted his sweater, kissing from his waist down to his v-line. I palmed him, kissing his v-line as I looked up, and made eye contact. He let out small whimpers, moving a hand down to untie the knot on his pajama pants. I hummed and tugged at them, Bill helping as he pushed the pants down. I gripped his cock, tilting my head.

"No boxers?" I pumped his cock slowly, gripping it tight. His mouth went agape, his eyebrows knotting.

"Of course not, " He said with a shaky moan, feeling the cold whipped cream onto his tip. I bit my lip, kitty licking the tip and slowly taking it into my mouth. I hallowed my cheeks, receiving soft moans from him. I slowly took his size, and he repeatedly panted.

"Fuck...Y/n, " Bill rasped. I gagged slightly, feeling his tip hit my throat. I let my tongue glide against the bottom of his cock, hallowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head slowly. My free hand dropped the can and placed my hand on his thigh. He let out a long string of moans, throwing his head back. My eyes watered as I continued, massaging his balls. "You're...so good...fuck. Good girl, " He said almost breathless. I pulled off with a pop, breathing heavily. I gripped his cock again, pumping it as I kissed the tip. He looked down at me, breathing heavily as his chest caved. Bill sat up, holding my face to pull me up. He kissed my lips hungrily, moving a hand down into my pants. He rubbed my clit, rubbing his thumb on my cheek. "You're already so wet, " He smirked against my lips, hand slipping into my panties. My breath hitched, feeling his fingers glide over my folds with the slick. He inserted two fingers into my pussy, moving his other hand down to the slide of my neck.

"Bill..." I quietly mewled. He pumped his fingers slowly at first, humming.

"Let me make you feel good, " He whispered and quickened his pace, rubbing my clit with his thumb. I clenched my eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck. I squirmed under his touch, letting out needy moans into his ear. He curled his fingers, and I panted. "Here?" Bill curled his fingers into my G-spot, continuing to rub my clit. I nodded, grinding into his hand as I moaned his name almost silent. My mouth agape, and I felt butterflies in my stomach. I trembled against his touch, he slowly removed his hand. "Not yet, " He mockingly frowned, licking his fingertips. He then rubbed them over my lips. I parted my lips, licking his fingers. "Don't you taste so sweet, sweetheart?" He smirked, his other hand pulling out a condom from under the velvet cushion. I sucked on his fingers, whining as he ripped the condom open with his teeth.

"Be patient, my love, " Bill said and rolled the condom down his tip. He moved his hands onto my waist, once he was done, laying me down again. My head laid on a pillow, watching him pull off my pants and panties almost ripping them. He leaned down, kissing my lips gently, and a hand was on my side. He teased his tip against my slicked slit. I whined against his lips, quickly shutting my mouth as I felt his hard length slowly enter me. My mouth hung low and I threw my head back. He held both of my sides as he let out a groan. "Fuck..." He shuttered and entered fully. I moved my hands down to his upper back, looking back up again. "Are you okay?" He breathed out.

I nodded, feeling him slowly thrust. I furrowed my brows, cursing under my breath. His head fell into the crook of my neck, digging his black nails into my hips. The air from his nose tickled my neck, and he moaned into my skin. He slowly quickened the pace, causing me to throw my head back again. Drawn-out moans escaped my lips, Bill kissed my neck to muffle his moans.

"Fuck, Bill!" I shrieked in between high-pitched moans, feeling him pound into me. I arched my back, digging my nails into his back. He sweetly moaned into my ear, lazily raising his face to meet mine.

"Y/n, " He repeated before smashing his lips onto mine. We moaned against each other's lips, I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Fuck, you feel so good, " He grunted, pulling away to flip me over onto all fours. Bill leaned down, a hand going around my neck from behind. He continued to pound into me as I rolled my eyes back.

"Bill!" I cried out, my nails digging into the cushion as I clenched the sofa. "You...fuck..." My mouth stayed agape, nothing coming out of my mouth as it felt too good to even let out a noise.

"What is it? Tell me, my love, " Bill breathed out, gently squeezing my throat around his hand. Skin slapping noises and fire crackling filled the living room, cinnamon still filling our nostrils.

"S...so good, " I choked out, feeling his tip kiss my cervix.

"What's so good, hm?" He kissed my shoulder, still keeping the same pace.

"You!" I croaked out, feeling him pull out and slam back into me.

"Good girl..."

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I breathed heavily as I laid on my back, feeling him rub my sides. Bill's skin glistened with sweat as he gazed over me.

"You did so good, baby. I'm proud of you, " He pecked my forehead, sliding off the couch. He picked me up bridal style, taking steps towards the stairs. I held onto him, my head laid on his shoulder, and he led us up to the bathroom. He gently laid me into the tub, looking down at me with rosy-flushed cheeks across his porcelain skin. He turned on the faucet, feeling for a warm temperature. "Good?"

"Mhm, " I murmured, he pecked my forehead once more and turned back to the cabinet under the sink. He pulled out some candles, lit them, and set them around the tub. He flickered the lights off, coming back to the tub to turn the faucet off. Bill poured some bath soap in, taking a step in afterward. I sat in between his legs, laying my head on his chest. He kissed my cheek, massaging my sides.

"So...what did you get me for Christmas?" Bill wiggled his eyebrows. I slowly rolled my eyes as my eyelids were hooded.

"Do you wanna...just...open them...when we're done?" I hoarsed. He gave a toothy smile, nodding eagerly.

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