I'll Show You Sexy (Billy/Rachel, New York City, August 2006)
Title: I'll Show You sexy
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Really, really not true!
Summary: Rachel's shooting My Blueberry Nights in New York, and Billy comes to visit. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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This boutique hotel has the flimsiest walls that Billy's seen since his days touring with the rep. Complete crap plasterboard. He and Rachel can hear far too much of their neighbours and it turns out the director of Rachel's film is next door, with his family. Not a chance he can give Rachel the thorough spanking that she clearly aches for, that Billy's been planning for. Tomorrow, they'll escape, find another hotel. But tonight, he does have some ideas...
Rachel and Billy dine on an exquisite dinner with fabulous wine, enjoying each other's company after three weeks separated by the Atlantic. She assumes Billy's got plans for her, but they can hear the kids next door, and so she's thinking that whatever he's plannned might involve a gag. Definitely no hitting. After a delicious meal they sit in the bar and talk, drinking a nightcap and letting their food digest, and Billy starts to tease Rachel a little with touches and murmuring in her ear, making her laugh and heating her up all at once.
The little touches turn into strokes, as Billy eases his hand up Rachel's skirt. She's not wearing knickers, he finds with satisfaction. Finally, Billy sees that Rachel's color is high and her eyes glitter, more from arousal than from the alcohol. As they head back to the room, he says, quietly, "Do you want to know, or shall I surprise you?"
"Surprise me," Rachel says with a smile, standing close to Billy as he pushes the keycard in the lock. Rachel can't help nuzzling his neck, the heat from his body radiating through his shirt and that irresistible slice of visible chest driving her just a little bit mad. "I want you," she murmurs breathily in his ear, nipping his earlobe as finally the light goes green and the door opens.
"Love you, love shagging you," Billy says, pulling the door open before it can lose track again, and nipping through with Rachel. He presses her against the closed door with his whole body, savouring the feel of her, especially her curves against him. Deliberately slowly, he kisses her, levering her mouth open and plundering it with his tongue.
Billy's kiss heats Rachel up even more. She can feel movement against her hip as his cock grows hard in his trousers, and it excites her. She cups his arse and presses him against her wantonly, whimpering into his mouth, his tongue sliding along hers and making her want more, more.
One of Billy's hands goes to Rachel's breast, which has been teasing him by just being there in front of him, not in his hand, all evening. He captures her moans in his mouth as he holds and squeezes it, running his thumbnail over her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. He wishes he could fuck her right up against the door, but it would be too bloody noisy.
He knows exactly how to arouse her to a near-frenzy. Rachel's had some lovely sex with Jude while they've been filming, but nobody comes close to Billy. No-one can excite her like Billy, and as his mouth goes to her neck, she gasps out, "I love you so much, please, I want you!" in an urgent, hoarse whisper.
Turning her round, Billy steers her to the bed. "Yeah, it's been nearly forever," he murmurs, pushing her back and kneeling over her. He leans down to kiss her neck as he works open the buttons on her dress. "I want you so much," he half-sings -- there's a good lyric in there somewhere -- and tastes down past her collarbone to her breast.
"Shh!" Rachel laughs. "Everyone in the hotel will hear you if you sing!" She moans happily and arches her back as Billy's mouth brushes over her breast, her hands going to his belt and tugging.
The bed squeaks with their every move. Squeaks, squeals, shrieks. Billy says under his breath, "Fucking hotel, fucking fucking hotel." The family next door, her director's family, will hear everything.
"I want to suck your cock," Rachel says, her voice husky. It seems the obvious answer to a squeaky bed. Billy's belt is undone now, and she starts on his button and zip. "I want to feel you come in my mouth."
"On the floor," Billy says, tugging at her. He'd rather have her, hold her close and fuck her, but Rachel's mouth is one of the wonders of the world, and he shan't say no. His trousers fall as he stands up in front of her, her hands and mouth are on his skin and he closes his eyes to feel them better.
Eagerly, Rachel kisses and nibbles up Billy's thigh and nuzzles under the hem of his boxers. His erection is clearly visible through the thin cotton, and Rachel runs her lips along and around it, placing her mouth over the head and breathing hot breath through the fabric. Billy's answering groan is very satisfying. Smiling, Rachel tugs his shorts down over his hips and nuzzles his crotch, breathing in his scent and trying an experimental lick to his balls.
Billy keeps his voice low as he says, "Fantastic, oh yeah." He shrugs off his shirt, then strokes her hair, her shoulders, and relaxes as she licks him like a lolly, her tongue and lips hot against his cock.
"You taste good," Rachel murmurs, wrapping a hand around Billy's shaft and licking the head before gently sliding it between her lips. She carefully rolls his balls in the palm of her other hand, causing Billy to sigh and moan softly. Wanting more of those lovely noises, Rachel takes him in deep in her mouth and swallows.
"Yeah, God yeah," Billy says, kicking off his trousers and bracing his legs before he tips right over. Rachel's throat around his cock is overwhelmingly good, coaxing him towards climax faster than he would have thought possible. "You're so good, such a fine cock-sucker, hottest mouth on a girl," he whispers, pulling back a little to let her breathe, then pushing into her mouth again.
Rachel loves being able to make Billy lose control like this. When he doms her, he shows so much restraint on himself, and to make him let go is something of a triumph. Still sucking him down deep, she works her hand behind his balls and up his cleft, finding his hole and pressing inside, looking for his prostate.
Rocking his hips back and forth, Billy fucks Rachel's mouth the way they both like it, pushing in so far her lips meet his balls. "Fuck, so fucking good, oh my love," he says hoarsely, as her finger makes him buck a little, out of control. He grips her shoulders and grits his teeth to avoid making any more noise as he comes deep into her throat, full of pleasure.
It's glorious, being able to give him so much pleasure. Rachel swallows and swallows as Billy comes, and she gently massages his prostate with her finger, making him shudder. Finally he stills, panting, and she carefully removes her finger and lets his cock slip out of her mouth, smiling up at him in delight.
Knees a bit wobbly, Billy sinks down to meet Rachel, pulling her close and kissing her till they're both breathless. "Christ, you're good at that," he says, hand stroking down towards her arse. He just wants to share a bit of closeness before he gets down to the business at hand, that of making her come so hard she's shaky for hours after.
"Thank you, you're a gratifying subject," Rachel laughs, kissing Billy back. He normally wants to curl up and sleep after he's come, but now he seems to want to touch and kiss and arouse her. It's exciting. Rachel ignores the sounds coming from the next room, and focuses on Billy, stroking down his chest, the hair matted with sweat. "So sexy," she murmurs, wondering what's in Billy's mind.
"Sexy," Billy says, his hands roaming across her body, "I'll show you sexy." He watches her face while he starts teasing her tits, gently stroking round the curves, fingertips ghosting across her dress near her nipples. He tugs at the silk scarf around her neck, pulling her close to him and nuzzling her face.
"Billy," Rachel murmurs, pliant and boneless in his arms, helpless in responding to him. His stubble scrapes across her cheek, his hand caressing her breast in the lightest, most teasing way that makes her want to beg. "Please, more," she whispers.
The smile on Billy's face even feels wicked from the inside. "Oh yes, you'll get more," he says, like an antique villain. Her scarf is too soft to stay around her neck -- it would be horribly easy to cut off her breath -- but it will do nicely for other places, so he pulls it off and wraps it round his hand. "Take your clothes off for me," he orders, and sits to watch.
Rachel rises unsteadily to her feet and undoes the remaining buttons on her dress. It's all she's wearing, but she makes the most of removing it: sliding a hand inside and squeezing a breast, slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders and turning her back on Billy before letting the dress fall to her waist. She bends forward so her breasts brush Billy's face, wriggling the dress over her hips and allowing it to slide down to her ankles. Stepping out of it, Rachel sinks to her knees again. "Yours," she says, folding her hands in her lap and looking Billy steadily in the eye.
"Mine, yes, you're mine," Billy answers, and kisses her to seal it. It's intense, like old single-malt, knowing how much he's done to her, and will again. He whispers to her, "Want to do something really kinky?"
"If we can be quiet about it," Rachel giggles, enjoying the cloak-and-daggerness of it all.
"Tie you up so you can't thrash," Billy proposes, "on the floor, no creaky bedsprings," he looks at her and, oh, she is excited, "probably have to gag you."
There's a hint of gleeful excitement in Billy's eye; he's enjoying this as much as she is. "Yes, yes please!" Rachel says. "Whatever you want!"
Billy smirks, though the joke's on him: she's been up for nearly everything they've tried. "Fetch all the pillows," he says, and nips off to the en-suite for towels, pulling off the belts from the bathrobes on the way back, and turning off the aircon.
Quickly, Rachel yanks the covers from the bed and throws all the pillows to the floor. When Billy returns, she's lying on the pile in a cliched seductive pose. "Take me," she says breathily.
"Don't worry, I will," Billy says, admiring the view. Then he kneels and slides the pillows around until her groin is quite high, her back supported, and the towels are under her, no carpet-burn for his lady Rachel. With a quick stroke up her body, he moves to tie her arms together above her head. Looping the other belt around the foot of the bed, he makes quite sure she can't move far.
Rachel loves being arranged and tied up like this. It's as if she's his plaything, to be used as he sees fit, and she squirms happily as he ties her wrists together with the belt from the bathrobe. They don't do gagging very often at all, so it's an exciting novelty.
Humming, Billy settles Rachel, stretched on the pillows and open to him. He kisses her, tenderly at first, and then as she invites him so clearly to do, fiercely, possessively. His hands go to her breasts, but still just tease, on her bare skin now, circling her nipples but not touching them.
"Oh!" Rachel whimpers and arches her back into Billy's touch. He knows just how to touch her to drive her insane with lust. "You make me so wet... please!" she begs softly.
"Good, we'll need that," Billy smirks at her, and then kisses down to her neck with lips and teeth -- but gently. "What kinds of costumes do you wear in this film?" he asks, "Where can I mark you?"
"Short skirts.... Not my arms or legs... Please!" Rachel says, excited by the thought that she'll have evidence of Billy's desire for her under her clothes tomorrow.
Billy says, "mm, hmm," and continues to kiss his way down Rachel's chest, his hands cupping her breasts. His mouth gets harder, more demanding, sucking and marking her as he moves to her tit, then licks round her nipple until she's moaning.
"Oh god!" Rachel's forgetting herself now, gasping and writhing under Billy's amazing lips and tongue. As his teeth scrape over her nipple, she cries out and then subsides as Billy puts his hand over her mouth. Rachel tries to make her eyes contrite as she looks at him frowning down at her worriedly.
"Naughty girl," Billy whispers, playing the villain again, "tomorrow, I'll spank you for that." He finds Rachel's scarf and leans up to tie it across her face and around her head tightly. "Gorgeous," he says, admiring the look of it between her lips, "Try to yell now."
Rachel whimpers through the gag, glad that she can attempt to make as much noise as she likes now, but at the same time, it prevents her from pleading for what she wants. The way Billy's looking at her more than makes up for it, though; he looks as though he could devour her with no trouble at all.
All that comes through Rachel's gag are sexy little noises, nothing for any neighbor to take notice of. Billy dearly wishes he'd held off instead of coming in her mouth, could fuck her right now -- but there's not a chance of it for an hour or two. Still, he intends to enjoy every moment. He grabs the lube, and pull his keys from his travel bag and puts them into Rachel's hand, saying, "Safe escape, darling, and you know I shan't blame you at all if you need to." Not that he thinks she will, but he'll not take a chance with her safety.
Rachel nods to indicate she understands. It's odd, now she's tied up, she just wants Billy to touch her all over, use his hands and mouth on her. It's as if there's some sort of electric field radiating off her skin that sparks when he touches her. His hands are strong and his mouth is soft, and oh god she's just a bundle of need and want. All that comes out of her mouth is a pleading whimper.
"I have you at my mercy," Billy says, and proceeds to slowly kiss down her arm. He's not in a hurry and she usually begs so nicely that he does hurry. He traces the edges of her gag with his tongue, tasting her skin and her lips; his hand is touching her hair and the tender places at the back of her neck. Rachel moans and wriggles, clearly loving it, and Billy, nuzzling her ear, whispers, "I love you, I intend to make you explode."
You already are making me explode, Rachel wants to tell him. The mixture of dominance and tenderness, love and discipline that Billy shows towards her melts her heart, makes her want to submit and dissolve and subsume herself in him. I love you, I need you, she hopes her eyes are saying.
She's amazing: Billy simply tries to live up to her expectations. It doesn't seem fair to gag her just to cuddle her, so Billy moves down to play with her tits again. He props himself up on one elbow, half sprawled across Rachel's body, and uses first his hand on one breast, then his mouth on the other, then both on her sweet flesh at once, thrilled at her nearly-volcanic response.
If Rachel wasn't gagged, the sound that comes out of her mouth would be a long, drawn-out wail. Her body surges towards Billy, back arching, arms straining against the ties. Rachel wants to be fucked so badly she'd do almost anything, and the inability to beg is beyond frustrating. She whines and whimpers.
Billy was rather hoping that she'd come just from this, but he shrugs and keeps moving his mouth downwards, leaving his fingers to touch and pull her nipple. He nibbles down her belly and stops to suck a mark on the inside of her hip; "Mine," he says against her skin, "my girl, my love."
The painpleasure as Billy's mouth sucks hard on her sends heat searing right to Rachel's groin. She lifts her hips, wanting more, feeding his greed for her with hers for him. Her legs fall open in a silent plea in the hope that the sight and scent of her will prove irresistible to Billy.
"That's right, open for me, spread wide," Billy says, tucking the pillows under her to support her back and legs. Rachel's perfectly, erotically desperate, and a feast for his senses. He settles between her legs and licks a path down to her left thigh, stopping on the tender skin inside to suck another mark there.
Unable to stop herself, Rachel spreads her legs as wide as she can, desperate for Billy to touch her there. He leaves another mark on her inner thigh, which is almost as good, something for her to remember this by tomorrow. Rachel lets out rhythmic, pleading whimpers, needing so much.
"Yeah, beautiful," croons Billy, stroking down from her hips, "perfect." His mouth moves up towards her cunt, and she just smells so sexy that he stops a moment to savour it. She's twisting and begging through the gag in earnest now, so Billy moves faster, licks and touches her cunt and slides two fingers in.
Rachel groans and lifts her hips. He's so good at this, prides himself on how good he is. If only he'd touch her clit. He's driving her mad with his almost-there touches and kisses.
It's amazing, watching her desperation, it could be addictive. But Billy decides he's not that big a bastard, and the next step will be easier if Rachel's not so tense. So he murmurs, "Come for me, love," and licks across her clit with a flat tongue, then down again and sucks gently.
So much relief. The gentle sucking on her clit sends such waves of pleasure through Rachel's body that she's coming before she even realises it, shuddering and groaning and biting down on the gag. When she comes back to earth, she realises Billy's fingers are still in her and he's pressing soft kisses on her belly and thighs. Rachel lets out a long, humming sigh of pleasure.
This would be enough, Billy thinks, more than. But he's a greedy bastard with a plan, and the taste of her cunt on his tongue. "Fantastic, beautiful," he says, meeting her eyes over the gag. "Want more?" It's almost a trick question -- Rachel nearly always wants more.
Only if you want to give it to me is what Rachel wants to say. He must be tired, he's only been in New York a couple of days... But Rachel knows by now that it's futile to try and argue Billy out of something once he's decided on it. Particularly if that something is making her come a second, third or even fourth time. So she looks at him, swallows with difficulty, and nods.
"Good," Billy says with satisfaction, "you'll get more, but if it's more than you can handle, jingle the keys, all right?" He smiles his favorite wicked smile, and watches Rachel's eyes get big as she wonders what he's planning, but she nods to that too. Her cunt is gorgeously slippery, and that helps him work a third finger into her, twisting and reaching for her gspot.
If Rachel could gasp, she would as Billy's fingers brush over her g-spot. It's becoming apparent what he's doing, and Rachel loves it, loves being tied up and helpless as he claims her in this way. Take me, she wants to say.
She's amazing like this, and he wants to do so much, make her scream and cry and come all at the same time. "I'm going to push you," he says, "I'm going to fuck you with my hand, and you're going to open and take it." As surely as if Rachel were talking, begging, Billy can tell she wants this. He flips open the lube and squeezes it out onto the back of his hand that's still three-fingers into her, then drops the tube and starts smearing it around his hand and wrist.
It's now that Rachel really wishes she could moan and beg. Instead she tugs against the restraints, whimpering and mewling, feeling like a cat begging to be played with. As Billy's hand gradually eases into her, Rachel stills, groaning from deep within her chest, feeling owned and taken.
Billy groans too, echoing the new noises Rachel's making. He watches with fascination as his hand goes steadily deeper, balling up in a fist inside her. "So hot," he murmurs, "look at you, so welcoming and ready, so open." His other hand is on her muff, and he slides his other thumb down to her clit. He wants to make sure she associates this with pleasure, not just submission.
Now she's rocking gently against his fist and his thumb, eyes closed, focusing on how good it feels. With her hands bound and his fist inside her, Rachel feels secure, anchored, safe. Every rock of her hips presses Billy's knuckles against her g-spot, and she gives a little 'mmph' of concentration. She's forgotten herself, it's like her body has ceased to exist, there's only her cunt and her wrists and now, oh god, her tits as his free hand slides up her ribs and squeezes the soft flesh.
"Oh yes," Billy says, as he twists his hand and Rachel moans and shudders. "You may come whenever you wish," he tells her, so she shan't worry about it. He bends to lap at her clit, twirling his tongue round it, loving the way she responds. She's amazing, taking his whole hand like this, his whole fist.
Rachel's not ready to come yet, now that she's got permission to take her time. She relaxes a bit, revelling in being the sole focus of Billy's attention, his love wrapped around her like a soft blanket, cushioning her from the world. She can't tell him how she's feeling, so instead she lets her body make it clear how much pleasure he's giving her: long, deep groans, rising to meet his touch, little gasps as his teeth gently catch on her clit.
Wordlessly, Billy tries to tell her that he loves her, that she's brought such pleasure to his life, that he'll do nearly anything to make her happy. His hand switches to the other breast, cupping it and then slowly pulling at her nipple, his mouth sucks at her clit. He pushes his fist just a little farther up her cunt, thinking that if he could dive in there himself, be closer to her that way, he would do.
Finally, as if in slow motion, the orgasm rolls over Rachel, forcing a sob out through the gag. The pleasure is intense, almost too much and she wishes he was holding her.
"Oh God, yeah, Rachel, my love" Billy murmurs, as the waves of orgasm ring round his hand. He gives her breast a gentle squeeze and kisses her clit before slowly pulling his arm out of her cunt, leaving his hand pressed against it as he moves up her body, kissing every few inches.
At last he's tugging one-handed at the gag and to Rachel's relief, it's off and he's kissing her mouth. "Please, hold me," she murmurs, tired, thirsty, but needing him even more. "I love you."
"Love you, my darling," Billy says as he presses his leg between Rachel's. He leans on his elbow as he reaches to untie her hands and bring her arms down, kissing her, kissing her wrists where the terrycloth rubbed them. He wipes his hand and then rubs down her body, coaxing her to turn and rest on him, holding her close.
Rachel presses her face against Billy's chest. It's solid, warm and furry and he holds her close, stroking her hair and kissing her head. "Don't ever leave me," Rachel blurts out. Sometimes fear overwhelms her, that one day he's going to go to LA to see Dom and never come back.
"No, never," Billy assures her. "It's not in me, I couldn't leave you, ever." He never has done, left anyone, though a long time ago, Jenny accused him of being so disagreeable she had to leave him. Dom had left, gone to LA, but not Billy. He covers her face with kisses and hugs her tightly to him, "Don't you leave me either, unless I make you miserable."
"Don't know what I'd do without you," Rachel says, her face pressed into his neck. She sighs as suddenly real life descends on her. "I'd really like a shower and a cup of tea before bed, and I haven't checked my call sheet for tomorrow."
She switches gears so quickly, while Billy would be content to lie on the pillows and cuddle for hours. "Tea before or after shower?" he says, ready to provide all the after-care she may not know she needs.
"In bed, after," she says, and strokes Billy's cheek. "Will you read to me? While I drink my tea?"
"Of course," he says, helping her to her feet, and moving towards the shower. "And I'll wash your back."
Marry me, Rachel thinks, but doesn't say it aloud. Not when there's a third person in the equation, not when she doesn't know who comes first in his affections. But for now she'll take what she can get, which is more than enough.
Authors: msilverstar and ripsgirl
Pairing: Billy Boyd/Rachel Weisz
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Really, really not true!
Summary: Rachel's shooting My Blueberry Nights in New York, and Billy comes to visit. For all fics in this universe in chronological order, please see the Master List.
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This boutique hotel has the flimsiest walls that Billy's seen since his days touring with the rep. Complete crap plasterboard. He and Rachel can hear far too much of their neighbours and it turns out the director of Rachel's film is next door, with his family. Not a chance he can give Rachel the thorough spanking that she clearly aches for, that Billy's been planning for. Tomorrow, they'll escape, find another hotel. But tonight, he does have some ideas...
Rachel and Billy dine on an exquisite dinner with fabulous wine, enjoying each other's company after three weeks separated by the Atlantic. She assumes Billy's got plans for her, but they can hear the kids next door, and so she's thinking that whatever he's plannned might involve a gag. Definitely no hitting. After a delicious meal they sit in the bar and talk, drinking a nightcap and letting their food digest, and Billy starts to tease Rachel a little with touches and murmuring in her ear, making her laugh and heating her up all at once.
The little touches turn into strokes, as Billy eases his hand up Rachel's skirt. She's not wearing knickers, he finds with satisfaction. Finally, Billy sees that Rachel's color is high and her eyes glitter, more from arousal than from the alcohol. As they head back to the room, he says, quietly, "Do you want to know, or shall I surprise you?"
"Surprise me," Rachel says with a smile, standing close to Billy as he pushes the keycard in the lock. Rachel can't help nuzzling his neck, the heat from his body radiating through his shirt and that irresistible slice of visible chest driving her just a little bit mad. "I want you," she murmurs breathily in his ear, nipping his earlobe as finally the light goes green and the door opens.
"Love you, love shagging you," Billy says, pulling the door open before it can lose track again, and nipping through with Rachel. He presses her against the closed door with his whole body, savouring the feel of her, especially her curves against him. Deliberately slowly, he kisses her, levering her mouth open and plundering it with his tongue.
Billy's kiss heats Rachel up even more. She can feel movement against her hip as his cock grows hard in his trousers, and it excites her. She cups his arse and presses him against her wantonly, whimpering into his mouth, his tongue sliding along hers and making her want more, more.
One of Billy's hands goes to Rachel's breast, which has been teasing him by just being there in front of him, not in his hand, all evening. He captures her moans in his mouth as he holds and squeezes it, running his thumbnail over her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. He wishes he could fuck her right up against the door, but it would be too bloody noisy.
He knows exactly how to arouse her to a near-frenzy. Rachel's had some lovely sex with Jude while they've been filming, but nobody comes close to Billy. No-one can excite her like Billy, and as his mouth goes to her neck, she gasps out, "I love you so much, please, I want you!" in an urgent, hoarse whisper.
Turning her round, Billy steers her to the bed. "Yeah, it's been nearly forever," he murmurs, pushing her back and kneeling over her. He leans down to kiss her neck as he works open the buttons on her dress. "I want you so much," he half-sings -- there's a good lyric in there somewhere -- and tastes down past her collarbone to her breast.
"Shh!" Rachel laughs. "Everyone in the hotel will hear you if you sing!" She moans happily and arches her back as Billy's mouth brushes over her breast, her hands going to his belt and tugging.
The bed squeaks with their every move. Squeaks, squeals, shrieks. Billy says under his breath, "Fucking hotel, fucking fucking hotel." The family next door, her director's family, will hear everything.
"I want to suck your cock," Rachel says, her voice husky. It seems the obvious answer to a squeaky bed. Billy's belt is undone now, and she starts on his button and zip. "I want to feel you come in my mouth."
"On the floor," Billy says, tugging at her. He'd rather have her, hold her close and fuck her, but Rachel's mouth is one of the wonders of the world, and he shan't say no. His trousers fall as he stands up in front of her, her hands and mouth are on his skin and he closes his eyes to feel them better.
Eagerly, Rachel kisses and nibbles up Billy's thigh and nuzzles under the hem of his boxers. His erection is clearly visible through the thin cotton, and Rachel runs her lips along and around it, placing her mouth over the head and breathing hot breath through the fabric. Billy's answering groan is very satisfying. Smiling, Rachel tugs his shorts down over his hips and nuzzles his crotch, breathing in his scent and trying an experimental lick to his balls.
Billy keeps his voice low as he says, "Fantastic, oh yeah." He shrugs off his shirt, then strokes her hair, her shoulders, and relaxes as she licks him like a lolly, her tongue and lips hot against his cock.
"You taste good," Rachel murmurs, wrapping a hand around Billy's shaft and licking the head before gently sliding it between her lips. She carefully rolls his balls in the palm of her other hand, causing Billy to sigh and moan softly. Wanting more of those lovely noises, Rachel takes him in deep in her mouth and swallows.
"Yeah, God yeah," Billy says, kicking off his trousers and bracing his legs before he tips right over. Rachel's throat around his cock is overwhelmingly good, coaxing him towards climax faster than he would have thought possible. "You're so good, such a fine cock-sucker, hottest mouth on a girl," he whispers, pulling back a little to let her breathe, then pushing into her mouth again.
Rachel loves being able to make Billy lose control like this. When he doms her, he shows so much restraint on himself, and to make him let go is something of a triumph. Still sucking him down deep, she works her hand behind his balls and up his cleft, finding his hole and pressing inside, looking for his prostate.
Rocking his hips back and forth, Billy fucks Rachel's mouth the way they both like it, pushing in so far her lips meet his balls. "Fuck, so fucking good, oh my love," he says hoarsely, as her finger makes him buck a little, out of control. He grips her shoulders and grits his teeth to avoid making any more noise as he comes deep into her throat, full of pleasure.
It's glorious, being able to give him so much pleasure. Rachel swallows and swallows as Billy comes, and she gently massages his prostate with her finger, making him shudder. Finally he stills, panting, and she carefully removes her finger and lets his cock slip out of her mouth, smiling up at him in delight.
Knees a bit wobbly, Billy sinks down to meet Rachel, pulling her close and kissing her till they're both breathless. "Christ, you're good at that," he says, hand stroking down towards her arse. He just wants to share a bit of closeness before he gets down to the business at hand, that of making her come so hard she's shaky for hours after.
"Thank you, you're a gratifying subject," Rachel laughs, kissing Billy back. He normally wants to curl up and sleep after he's come, but now he seems to want to touch and kiss and arouse her. It's exciting. Rachel ignores the sounds coming from the next room, and focuses on Billy, stroking down his chest, the hair matted with sweat. "So sexy," she murmurs, wondering what's in Billy's mind.
"Sexy," Billy says, his hands roaming across her body, "I'll show you sexy." He watches her face while he starts teasing her tits, gently stroking round the curves, fingertips ghosting across her dress near her nipples. He tugs at the silk scarf around her neck, pulling her close to him and nuzzling her face.
"Billy," Rachel murmurs, pliant and boneless in his arms, helpless in responding to him. His stubble scrapes across her cheek, his hand caressing her breast in the lightest, most teasing way that makes her want to beg. "Please, more," she whispers.
The smile on Billy's face even feels wicked from the inside. "Oh yes, you'll get more," he says, like an antique villain. Her scarf is too soft to stay around her neck -- it would be horribly easy to cut off her breath -- but it will do nicely for other places, so he pulls it off and wraps it round his hand. "Take your clothes off for me," he orders, and sits to watch.
Rachel rises unsteadily to her feet and undoes the remaining buttons on her dress. It's all she's wearing, but she makes the most of removing it: sliding a hand inside and squeezing a breast, slowly sliding the straps off her shoulders and turning her back on Billy before letting the dress fall to her waist. She bends forward so her breasts brush Billy's face, wriggling the dress over her hips and allowing it to slide down to her ankles. Stepping out of it, Rachel sinks to her knees again. "Yours," she says, folding her hands in her lap and looking Billy steadily in the eye.
"Mine, yes, you're mine," Billy answers, and kisses her to seal it. It's intense, like old single-malt, knowing how much he's done to her, and will again. He whispers to her, "Want to do something really kinky?"
"If we can be quiet about it," Rachel giggles, enjoying the cloak-and-daggerness of it all.
"Tie you up so you can't thrash," Billy proposes, "on the floor, no creaky bedsprings," he looks at her and, oh, she is excited, "probably have to gag you."
There's a hint of gleeful excitement in Billy's eye; he's enjoying this as much as she is. "Yes, yes please!" Rachel says. "Whatever you want!"
Billy smirks, though the joke's on him: she's been up for nearly everything they've tried. "Fetch all the pillows," he says, and nips off to the en-suite for towels, pulling off the belts from the bathrobes on the way back, and turning off the aircon.
Quickly, Rachel yanks the covers from the bed and throws all the pillows to the floor. When Billy returns, she's lying on the pile in a cliched seductive pose. "Take me," she says breathily.
"Don't worry, I will," Billy says, admiring the view. Then he kneels and slides the pillows around until her groin is quite high, her back supported, and the towels are under her, no carpet-burn for his lady Rachel. With a quick stroke up her body, he moves to tie her arms together above her head. Looping the other belt around the foot of the bed, he makes quite sure she can't move far.
Rachel loves being arranged and tied up like this. It's as if she's his plaything, to be used as he sees fit, and she squirms happily as he ties her wrists together with the belt from the bathrobe. They don't do gagging very often at all, so it's an exciting novelty.
Humming, Billy settles Rachel, stretched on the pillows and open to him. He kisses her, tenderly at first, and then as she invites him so clearly to do, fiercely, possessively. His hands go to her breasts, but still just tease, on her bare skin now, circling her nipples but not touching them.
"Oh!" Rachel whimpers and arches her back into Billy's touch. He knows just how to touch her to drive her insane with lust. "You make me so wet... please!" she begs softly.
"Good, we'll need that," Billy smirks at her, and then kisses down to her neck with lips and teeth -- but gently. "What kinds of costumes do you wear in this film?" he asks, "Where can I mark you?"
"Short skirts.... Not my arms or legs... Please!" Rachel says, excited by the thought that she'll have evidence of Billy's desire for her under her clothes tomorrow.
Billy says, "mm, hmm," and continues to kiss his way down Rachel's chest, his hands cupping her breasts. His mouth gets harder, more demanding, sucking and marking her as he moves to her tit, then licks round her nipple until she's moaning.
"Oh god!" Rachel's forgetting herself now, gasping and writhing under Billy's amazing lips and tongue. As his teeth scrape over her nipple, she cries out and then subsides as Billy puts his hand over her mouth. Rachel tries to make her eyes contrite as she looks at him frowning down at her worriedly.
"Naughty girl," Billy whispers, playing the villain again, "tomorrow, I'll spank you for that." He finds Rachel's scarf and leans up to tie it across her face and around her head tightly. "Gorgeous," he says, admiring the look of it between her lips, "Try to yell now."
Rachel whimpers through the gag, glad that she can attempt to make as much noise as she likes now, but at the same time, it prevents her from pleading for what she wants. The way Billy's looking at her more than makes up for it, though; he looks as though he could devour her with no trouble at all.
All that comes through Rachel's gag are sexy little noises, nothing for any neighbor to take notice of. Billy dearly wishes he'd held off instead of coming in her mouth, could fuck her right now -- but there's not a chance of it for an hour or two. Still, he intends to enjoy every moment. He grabs the lube, and pull his keys from his travel bag and puts them into Rachel's hand, saying, "Safe escape, darling, and you know I shan't blame you at all if you need to." Not that he thinks she will, but he'll not take a chance with her safety.
Rachel nods to indicate she understands. It's odd, now she's tied up, she just wants Billy to touch her all over, use his hands and mouth on her. It's as if there's some sort of electric field radiating off her skin that sparks when he touches her. His hands are strong and his mouth is soft, and oh god she's just a bundle of need and want. All that comes out of her mouth is a pleading whimper.
"I have you at my mercy," Billy says, and proceeds to slowly kiss down her arm. He's not in a hurry and she usually begs so nicely that he does hurry. He traces the edges of her gag with his tongue, tasting her skin and her lips; his hand is touching her hair and the tender places at the back of her neck. Rachel moans and wriggles, clearly loving it, and Billy, nuzzling her ear, whispers, "I love you, I intend to make you explode."
You already are making me explode, Rachel wants to tell him. The mixture of dominance and tenderness, love and discipline that Billy shows towards her melts her heart, makes her want to submit and dissolve and subsume herself in him. I love you, I need you, she hopes her eyes are saying.
She's amazing: Billy simply tries to live up to her expectations. It doesn't seem fair to gag her just to cuddle her, so Billy moves down to play with her tits again. He props himself up on one elbow, half sprawled across Rachel's body, and uses first his hand on one breast, then his mouth on the other, then both on her sweet flesh at once, thrilled at her nearly-volcanic response.
If Rachel wasn't gagged, the sound that comes out of her mouth would be a long, drawn-out wail. Her body surges towards Billy, back arching, arms straining against the ties. Rachel wants to be fucked so badly she'd do almost anything, and the inability to beg is beyond frustrating. She whines and whimpers.
Billy was rather hoping that she'd come just from this, but he shrugs and keeps moving his mouth downwards, leaving his fingers to touch and pull her nipple. He nibbles down her belly and stops to suck a mark on the inside of her hip; "Mine," he says against her skin, "my girl, my love."
The painpleasure as Billy's mouth sucks hard on her sends heat searing right to Rachel's groin. She lifts her hips, wanting more, feeding his greed for her with hers for him. Her legs fall open in a silent plea in the hope that the sight and scent of her will prove irresistible to Billy.
"That's right, open for me, spread wide," Billy says, tucking the pillows under her to support her back and legs. Rachel's perfectly, erotically desperate, and a feast for his senses. He settles between her legs and licks a path down to her left thigh, stopping on the tender skin inside to suck another mark there.
Unable to stop herself, Rachel spreads her legs as wide as she can, desperate for Billy to touch her there. He leaves another mark on her inner thigh, which is almost as good, something for her to remember this by tomorrow. Rachel lets out rhythmic, pleading whimpers, needing so much.
"Yeah, beautiful," croons Billy, stroking down from her hips, "perfect." His mouth moves up towards her cunt, and she just smells so sexy that he stops a moment to savour it. She's twisting and begging through the gag in earnest now, so Billy moves faster, licks and touches her cunt and slides two fingers in.
Rachel groans and lifts her hips. He's so good at this, prides himself on how good he is. If only he'd touch her clit. He's driving her mad with his almost-there touches and kisses.
It's amazing, watching her desperation, it could be addictive. But Billy decides he's not that big a bastard, and the next step will be easier if Rachel's not so tense. So he murmurs, "Come for me, love," and licks across her clit with a flat tongue, then down again and sucks gently.
So much relief. The gentle sucking on her clit sends such waves of pleasure through Rachel's body that she's coming before she even realises it, shuddering and groaning and biting down on the gag. When she comes back to earth, she realises Billy's fingers are still in her and he's pressing soft kisses on her belly and thighs. Rachel lets out a long, humming sigh of pleasure.
This would be enough, Billy thinks, more than. But he's a greedy bastard with a plan, and the taste of her cunt on his tongue. "Fantastic, beautiful," he says, meeting her eyes over the gag. "Want more?" It's almost a trick question -- Rachel nearly always wants more.
Only if you want to give it to me is what Rachel wants to say. He must be tired, he's only been in New York a couple of days... But Rachel knows by now that it's futile to try and argue Billy out of something once he's decided on it. Particularly if that something is making her come a second, third or even fourth time. So she looks at him, swallows with difficulty, and nods.
"Good," Billy says with satisfaction, "you'll get more, but if it's more than you can handle, jingle the keys, all right?" He smiles his favorite wicked smile, and watches Rachel's eyes get big as she wonders what he's planning, but she nods to that too. Her cunt is gorgeously slippery, and that helps him work a third finger into her, twisting and reaching for her gspot.
If Rachel could gasp, she would as Billy's fingers brush over her g-spot. It's becoming apparent what he's doing, and Rachel loves it, loves being tied up and helpless as he claims her in this way. Take me, she wants to say.
She's amazing like this, and he wants to do so much, make her scream and cry and come all at the same time. "I'm going to push you," he says, "I'm going to fuck you with my hand, and you're going to open and take it." As surely as if Rachel were talking, begging, Billy can tell she wants this. He flips open the lube and squeezes it out onto the back of his hand that's still three-fingers into her, then drops the tube and starts smearing it around his hand and wrist.
It's now that Rachel really wishes she could moan and beg. Instead she tugs against the restraints, whimpering and mewling, feeling like a cat begging to be played with. As Billy's hand gradually eases into her, Rachel stills, groaning from deep within her chest, feeling owned and taken.
Billy groans too, echoing the new noises Rachel's making. He watches with fascination as his hand goes steadily deeper, balling up in a fist inside her. "So hot," he murmurs, "look at you, so welcoming and ready, so open." His other hand is on her muff, and he slides his other thumb down to her clit. He wants to make sure she associates this with pleasure, not just submission.
Now she's rocking gently against his fist and his thumb, eyes closed, focusing on how good it feels. With her hands bound and his fist inside her, Rachel feels secure, anchored, safe. Every rock of her hips presses Billy's knuckles against her g-spot, and she gives a little 'mmph' of concentration. She's forgotten herself, it's like her body has ceased to exist, there's only her cunt and her wrists and now, oh god, her tits as his free hand slides up her ribs and squeezes the soft flesh.
"Oh yes," Billy says, as he twists his hand and Rachel moans and shudders. "You may come whenever you wish," he tells her, so she shan't worry about it. He bends to lap at her clit, twirling his tongue round it, loving the way she responds. She's amazing, taking his whole hand like this, his whole fist.
Rachel's not ready to come yet, now that she's got permission to take her time. She relaxes a bit, revelling in being the sole focus of Billy's attention, his love wrapped around her like a soft blanket, cushioning her from the world. She can't tell him how she's feeling, so instead she lets her body make it clear how much pleasure he's giving her: long, deep groans, rising to meet his touch, little gasps as his teeth gently catch on her clit.
Wordlessly, Billy tries to tell her that he loves her, that she's brought such pleasure to his life, that he'll do nearly anything to make her happy. His hand switches to the other breast, cupping it and then slowly pulling at her nipple, his mouth sucks at her clit. He pushes his fist just a little farther up her cunt, thinking that if he could dive in there himself, be closer to her that way, he would do.
Finally, as if in slow motion, the orgasm rolls over Rachel, forcing a sob out through the gag. The pleasure is intense, almost too much and she wishes he was holding her.
"Oh God, yeah, Rachel, my love" Billy murmurs, as the waves of orgasm ring round his hand. He gives her breast a gentle squeeze and kisses her clit before slowly pulling his arm out of her cunt, leaving his hand pressed against it as he moves up her body, kissing every few inches.
At last he's tugging one-handed at the gag and to Rachel's relief, it's off and he's kissing her mouth. "Please, hold me," she murmurs, tired, thirsty, but needing him even more. "I love you."
"Love you, my darling," Billy says as he presses his leg between Rachel's. He leans on his elbow as he reaches to untie her hands and bring her arms down, kissing her, kissing her wrists where the terrycloth rubbed them. He wipes his hand and then rubs down her body, coaxing her to turn and rest on him, holding her close.
Rachel presses her face against Billy's chest. It's solid, warm and furry and he holds her close, stroking her hair and kissing her head. "Don't ever leave me," Rachel blurts out. Sometimes fear overwhelms her, that one day he's going to go to LA to see Dom and never come back.
"No, never," Billy assures her. "It's not in me, I couldn't leave you, ever." He never has done, left anyone, though a long time ago, Jenny accused him of being so disagreeable she had to leave him. Dom had left, gone to LA, but not Billy. He covers her face with kisses and hugs her tightly to him, "Don't you leave me either, unless I make you miserable."
"Don't know what I'd do without you," Rachel says, her face pressed into his neck. She sighs as suddenly real life descends on her. "I'd really like a shower and a cup of tea before bed, and I haven't checked my call sheet for tomorrow."
She switches gears so quickly, while Billy would be content to lie on the pillows and cuddle for hours. "Tea before or after shower?" he says, ready to provide all the after-care she may not know she needs.
"In bed, after," she says, and strokes Billy's cheek. "Will you read to me? While I drink my tea?"
"Of course," he says, helping her to her feet, and moving towards the shower. "And I'll wash your back."
Marry me, Rachel thinks, but doesn't say it aloud. Not when there's a third person in the equation, not when she doesn't know who comes first in his affections. But for now she'll take what she can get, which is more than enough.