Billy Jeffers: Rockers of Steel (19 page)

“You wanna sell my dick?” he asks as we both continue to work him up and down.

“Just molds. I wanna keep this for myself.”

“You’ve got it right here, Madison.”

“I love it.”

He shakes his head. “How much have you had to drink?”

“A couple. Doesn’t matter. I still love your dick. Actually, it’s a cock.” I look down again. “I can’t believe this thing fits in my vagina. You should see the others I’ve—”

He stops our hands. “Don’t ever talk about another man’s cock when mine is in your hand.”

I look down. “I am praising your cock.”

“Then do it without comparison.” He’s still not letting me stroke him.

“There is no comparison; that’s what I’m saying,” I explain.

“One more time, Madison.” He reaches behind me and squeezes my ass cheeks hard. “No other cock is in the room with us.”

“Never,” I promise, hoping he doesn’t think a threesome is anything I would ever truly want again.

My corset hits the ground, and then he is rubbing up my belly and cupping both my breasts.

“Perfect handful,” he says appreciatively, stepping out of his pants. “Come.” He slowly walks backward with his hands cupping me, leading me into his bedroom.

He sits on the edge of the bed, eye-level to my tits as he rubs his thumbs across them. He then leans in and kisses between my breasts.

“Perfect,” he mumbles, and my whole body smiles.

He kisses down the curve of my left then licks his long tongue across my pebbled nipples. He then kisses up the curve of my right and licks the other nipple the same way.

“Thank God you did that; it was so jealous,” I say breathlessly, and it wasn’t even a planned sexy move.

“I think I love your tits as much as you love my cock,” he says then sucks my nipple into his mouth.

“They love you, too,” I groan. “So, so much.”

Tit action is not something gay or bi-curious men give out, so I have never experienced it before. It’s so good.

He sucks harder then pulls back, and I cry out his name. Then he sucks the other the same way.

I reach down, wanting him in my hand. I don’t have to reach far.

“It’s even harder,” I gasp.

I pet him, love him, stroke him, as he sucks harder, and his hips begin to rock slowly.

I stroke faster with one hand while grabbing the side of his head, taking a handful of hair and pulling him harder against me. He grips my hips and groans against my breast then pushes my thong down. He tries to pull away from my boob, but I hold him there. Then he groans, and I sigh as I regretfully release him.

“Step out,” he says, and I don’t know if it’s because I always put the cap on the toothpaste or never squashed a bug, but my reward is his mouth immediately returning to my nipple.

“Thank you,” I moan.

He takes my hips and lifts me up so my knees are on the bed, straddling him. He grabs his dick and runs it up and down my drenched folds before he probes his head into my ultra-sensitive lips, and I rock against him.

He lifts his head again, but I don’t fight it this time.

“My boobs love you,” I sigh.

“How about your pussy?”

“It’s seriously considering proposing,” I moan as he thrusts upward.

He hisses between his teeth, “Hot, wet, and so tight.”

Killing me. Billy Jeffers is killing me with the sensory overload of words and touch.

He pulls me down hard on him, and I am immediately full.

“Easy. I think you’re ripping me apart,” I beg.

He circles his hips, stretching me. “Not gonna happen. I didn’t before and won’t this time.”

“I wasn’t on top of you last time. Different angle and …” I stop talking and wrap my legs around him when he stands up. He turns and lays me on the bed.

“I need all in,” he says, lifting one of my legs so it rests on his shoulder.

He growls as his eyes focus on the marriage of my pussy and his cock. His jaw is tight, his look intense, and then he sighs, closes his eyes, and drives into me.

“Oh, God!”

His thumb circles my clit as he rocks in and out at a slow, steady, and very deep pace.

“I think I’m gonna—” I snap my lips shut because I’m not one hundred percent sure whether, if I finish the sentence, he will let me finish, and I need to finish.

My body clenches around him, and he looks at me. I close my eyes, hoping he won’t be able to see the fireworks combusting inside my body through them. I don’t want him to make me stop and wait for him.

“Come. Fucking come all over me. But open your eyes and let me watch you, dammit.”

I expect him to follow suit, but he doesn’t. He hammers into me harder, faster as orgasm after orgasm is forced out of me.

He stills, and I am panting.

“Never have I seen someone come like you. Fucking amazing.”

“Did you?” I ask breathlessly.

“No, not yet.” He lowers my leg and lifts my hips. “Scoot up.” He is still inside me as we inch up the bed. Once my head is on his pillow, he lowers my hips. “Close your legs.”

We maneuver so my legs are inside his, his thick, rock hard erection still inside me, and he begins to thrust in and out again. Once he sets a nice, slow rhythm, his head bows, and he sucks on my nipples again.

I didn’t think it was possible to get this hot, this ready this fast after that, but I do.

His hand is on one breast, his mouth on the other; his dick is shoved to my tonsils; and I feel the prelude to another orgasm coming.

“Please come,” I beg, because I’m not sure if I will survive Billy 8.5.

“Together,” he groans as his body tenses. “Madison!”

“Together,” I agree, because if I die like this, I will be a happy, happy girl. “Oh, God!”

He jets off inside of me as electrical pulses course through my body.

His body slumps onto mine, and I am afraid his chest against me will make me come again.

He lifts his knees one at a time, allowing me to spread my legs, and then he lies between them with his nose nuzzled into my neck.

“Thank you. That was amazing.”

“Sure was, Madison,” he pants.

I wrap my arms around him like a baby koala. “Thank you.”

“Thank
you
.”

God, this … this right here is almost as good as the sex. Billy Jeffers’s massive cock is still inside me, and he is lying on top of me. I swear the only thing that could top this moment was if I could reach my phone and take a selfie of his naked body covering mine while I did duck lips.

I sigh, and he chuckles silently.

A few moments later, he is trying to push himself up, but I hold on.

“Don’t go yet.”

“Okay.” He pushes his nose against my neck, and our breathing begins to slow down, almost synced.

“If I don’t get up, I am gonna fall asleep like this,” he says in a sleepy, sexy voice.

“Sounds perfect to me.” I don’t release my koala neck hug even a little bit.

He sighs. “You got what you came for; now do I get an answer?”

“To what?” I ask, secretly hoping his dick is going to accept my vagina’s proposal.

“Where were you all damn day?”

“Indiana, at a meeting,” I answer. A meeting that doesn’t compare to this moment.

“For …?”

Okay, maybe it compares a little.

“I sold my app.”

“You what?” he gasps and pulls away.

“My app. The one I sold travel products, accessories, and the luggage line through. I sold the rights to those, too.”

“Why? I heard you tell your professor no.” He looks at me curiously, and I smile.

“Because I made a three-hundred-thousand-dollar profit on a company that I really don’t want.”

“You could have done so much with Basic Black, Madison.”

I grin. “How do you know the name of my company?”

His lips form a straight line, and he turns his head. However, I grab his face and make him look at me.

He sighs.

“Were you snooping on my laptop, Billy Jeffers?” I can’t keep the teasing grin off my face.

“It wasn’t intentional.”

“Opening a folder on my computer wasn’t intentional?” I snort.

“I know it sounds … wrong. Dammit, I could have helped you expand your market. I have ideas.”

“Now I can help you. My fuck buddy, friend, releaser of orgasm. Now, with your investments and—”

“How do you know about my investments?”

I close my eyes tightly,
oopsy
. “The same way you know about my company.”

“No. Absolutely not. I will not accept—”

“It will break my heart if you don’t.” I pout.

“I’m not taking your money, Madison.” He huffs. “You know damn well I won’t. This was a stupid idea.”

He tries to pull away, but I wrap my legs around him, full-on koala now.

“You’ll work it off.” I laugh.

“Right,” I say as I try to unlock the chokehold she has on me. “I’m gonna agree to be your piece of ass as payout for something my dad did? No fucking way, Madison.”

She presses her lips against my head, and honestly, it pisses me off. I need this sorted out and not to be sidetracked.

“Nope,” she says, and I hear the smile in her voice.

Little brat.

“You need to let go and give me some space. I’m so pissed off at you right now I may blow.”

“If you blow, make sure you do it inside me again.”

I am overwhelmed with a flurry of emotions: anger at my father, anger at Madison—and for what? Trying to help me? Yes, that’s what.

She lets go, and I stand up.

“What about me gave you the idea that I would accept that kind of money from anyone?” I stop pacing and look at her.

She points to my dick. “You can’t expect me to have a serious conversation when your gigantic dick is giving me the one-eyed wink.”

“For fuck’s sake, Madison, this is serious. What about me screams, ‘
help me’
?”

She shakes her head and flops back on my bed, naked and very distracting.

“I am a good man, an honest man, and I would never put someone else in the situation I am being put in right now. No, abso-fucking-lutely not!”

“It’s not the same thing,” she says as she pushes herself up and hops down from the bed. “Not the same thing at all.”

“The fuck it’s not,” I yell as she shuts the bathroom door.

No, fucking way! No.

I hear the toilet flush, the water run, and then she walks out completely nude again. I can’t think when she is like that. I can’t yell at her and make her understand why she is so completely ridiculous.

I walk over and grab a shirt from my dresser, stomp over to her, and try to hand her the shirt. She lifts her arms and smiles.

“What?” I snap at her.

“Put it on me?”

“You have got to be kidding me.” I protest the exact thing I am doing by putting it on her.

“I’m gonna call a cab. I’m hammered, and you’re being irrational.” She walks away from me when the shirt is in place.

“How is this being irrational? I’m a fucking man, Madison!”

“You are in every way, Billy. You take care of everyone around you, and the way we were just a few minutes ago will leave a hell of a mark on me for days and probably have me walking funny. But I am your friend. Let someone help you for once. Let me help you.”

“You have no idea what that would do to me.” I have always done things for myself, by myself. When the entire world crumbles, I have always been able to keep it together. It’s what I do.

“I don’t wanna fight with you.” She yawns.

“That’s a first.” I throw my hands in the air in frustration.

“Billy, I am exhausted. Two hours sleep on the plane was not nearly enough to deal with you angry. I am going home. We can talk about this another time, okay?”

“No. No, it’s not okay.”

I expect her to be pissed and argue. Hell, she was just going to call a cab, but what does she do? She walks over to my bed, pulls the covers down, and climbs in.

“Wake me up when you’re sick of yelling at me.”

“Are you serious right now?”

She is so… frustrating.

“Yes, I am. I am also premenstrual, so I could unleash that hell on you if you’d like.” She rolls over and looks at me. “And I am obviously stressed because I am a day late, so please let me get some sleep.”

A day late?
Oh, fuck no
, I scream at her inside my head.

“Thank you for the bazillion orgasms.” She rolls back over.

I stand there, trying to wrap all of that around my head. Apparently, I stand there a long time, because by the time it registers that she is in my bed when she needs to go home, she is passed out cold.

Well, fuck.

I sit down on a chair in my bedroom and watch her, waiting for any sign that she will wake up so I can take her home. I rest my eyes while waiting.

“Oh, shit,” I hear her moan and open my eyes to see raven hair flying past me and into the bathroom. Then I hear her throw up.

I run in to find her attempting to hold her hair back as her knees shake from standing over the toilet.

She throws up again, and I catch her hair.

“Go!” she cries. “Just go.” She throws up again. “Dammit, please!”

I pull the hair elastic thing off her wrist and tie her hair back in something that resembles a ponytail while she throws up again.