Page 38 of Panty Dropper

CHAPTER 18

Reagan

Icouldn’t believe how bold I was being. This was so out of character it wasn’t even funny. Being this forward and unapologetically shameless was new to me. I’d thought it would be harder, no pun intended, but apparently my inhibitions had already packed up and headed out for spring break.

It didn’t hurt that when Billy looked at me, I felt sexy. Not just pretty or even beautiful—although I felt those things. But sexy. Like, “do a striptease and make him drool” sexy. Like “crook my finger and watch him follow me anywhere” sexy. Like freaking “this is what I dreamed it would be like to be naked in front of a man before I ever was, yet nothing ever quite measured up until now” sexy.

With Billy, I felt powerful, and free to exercise that power. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that I was the only woman that had experienced that particular phenomenon. I was sure that every woman he was with felt that way.

A condom materialized out of nowhere and I watched as he slid it down his thick shaft. When I’d had him in my mouth I hadn’t been able to fit more than half in before he was hitting the back of my throat. My sex clenched and tingles burst in my core as I imagined what that monster was going to feel like inside me.

Riding high on my newfound sexual voice, I asked. “Can we do it doggy-style?”

I loved that position and Blaine had never been a fan. I never spoke up when I was with Blaine. I’d been mute when it came to my desires. But tonight, I was taking control back. That’s what I wanted, so that’s what I asked for.

Billy didn’t seem to mind. His nostrils flared as his long, hard, latex covered erection jerked up. Without saying a word his hands gripped my waist and he flipped me over like I was a rag doll.

I gasped as a shiver passed through me, hard, from head to toe. Damn. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who felt free to express their power. Commanding, take-charge Billy was next-level sexy. Not that any version of Billy wasn’t…

Heat radiated from Billy’s palm, covering my back as he pressed my upper body lower until I was propped up on my forearms. I was at a full ninety-degree angle, ass in the air, and panties still in place. My exposed skin tingled as I waited to feel something. I waited for him to touch me. I resisted the urge to look back at him over my shoulder to see what he was doing. Being blind and waiting for the pure sensation was so much more erotic, somehow.

I bit down on my bottom lip as my chest heaved in labored breaths. I did my best to commit this moment to memory so I wouldn’t forget a single second. The moonlight that shone in through the open window, illuminating the room in an ethereal glow. The soft cotton of the comforter beneath my forearms and knees. The gentle salty breeze that drifted through the air.

I heard a mewling sound in the room, and it took me a moment to realize that it was me. My body had instinctively responded to him with a whimper that I wasn’t even consciously aware of until it hit my ears.

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer, and I whispered, “Everything okay?”

“Yes.” His gravelly tone sent a shiver through me.

I wanted to say, Can we get this show on the road?—but I didn’t want to seem that impatient, so I went with, “What are you doing?”

“Committing to memory how fucking sexy you are on my bed, on all fours, knees spread wide enough that I can see how wet you are from the spot on your red panties.” His voice had a raspy earnestness to it that made me immediately believe that every word he spoke was the truth.

The opening of my sex clenched, an orgasm already building from the blunt words he’d just spoken and the knowledge that he was studying me and was as turned on as I was. I burned waiting for his touch.

When he finally did make contact with my most intimate place, I felt the first shock of bliss explode in my center. His fingers lightly ran over the fabric covering my mound as he rasped, “So fucking wet.”

My fingers curled into fists and I gripped his comforter in an attempt to anchor me to the bed. I was scared if I didn’t I would shoot up in the air like a scared cat. I was glad I did, because the next thing I felt was air on my dampened core when he pushed my panties to the side, only seconds before covering my sex with his mouth. The tip of his nose brushed against my taint as he slowly licked from my pleasure button all the way down to the base of my slit.

His masterful tongue repeated the erotic journey several more times before my release came barreling toward me like a runaway train.

Without warning, the orgasm slammed into me and caused my back to arch as I pressed my sex against his mouth. He continued massaging my most intimate place with his tongue until the final aftershock subsided.

The next thing I knew, the bed dipped and his strong fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. He yanked them backward in a swift thrust. He buried himself in me up to the hilt and sensations exploded through me, a thousand at once, blending together into a giant melting pot of pleasure that caused me to cry out.

He held himself inside of me for a long moment. I could feel his dick twitching against my inner walls, and then he started to move. He drew back and pushed into me again, then repeated the process. Slowly at first, then building up speed.

As he pounded into me over and over, it felt like something more than just some random fuck. I didn’t know if I was reading too much into it. There was a very good possibility that all of his partners felt like this because he was that good. But a little, nagging voice in the back of my head told me that it wasn’t just that. There was something else there, some energy exchange, some connection that was special.

The longer he thrust in and out of me, the slicker my skin grew, the wetter I became with the juices of my arousal, and the foggier my brain got with the heights of ecstasy that his thick, hard manhood was driving me to.

Finally, when I really thought that I couldn’t take it for a moment longer, Billy reached down and slid his hand over my lower belly, finding my clit with his finger he began rubbing it in small fast circles as he continued to pump in and out.

That was it. That was all I could take. As much as I would’ve loved for this freaking amazing encounter to last for all eternity, my second orgasm exploded through my body with the impact of a bomb exploding. For all the power and control I had felt at every moment leading up to that point, I was totally helpless in the face of that tsunami of a climax.

He leaned down so his abs and chest were pressed down the length of my back and wrapped his free arm just under my breasts to hold me to him. I felt his muscles convulsing against my skin and knew he was being rocked by a release just as powerful as my own.

When it was over, I collapsed forward onto the bed, as wrung out as an old rag. I lay there panting, my muscles twitching with small jolts of bliss. I was powerless to move. I felt like I’d just run a marathon.

I was still floating in post-coital euphoria when Billy moved up the bed next to me, wrapped his arms around me, and gathered me to him. He kissed the top of my head. After a few moments, he shifted and pulled the covers over us, as if we were settling in for the night.

Nervousness rolled in my belly. This wasn’t what I’d had in mind. When I had decided to come home with him, I hadn’t pegged him for a “spend the night and snuggle in bed” kind of guy. I wasn’t prepared to deal with that. I started to pull away from his embrace. “I should—”

“Stay. You should stay.” His arms tightened around me. Apparently sensing my hesitation, he chuckled and said, “I don’t bite. Well, I do, but that’s even more reason for you to stay.”

My inner walls clenched at the gruff tone in his voice and my body flushed. I could clarify further what this was, but it seemed like an inopportune time for a DTR, so I made the cowardly choice and took the path of least resistance—I melted into the strong comfort of his cradling arms.

I figured I would lay there for a few minutes—half an hour at most—and then make some excuse about having an early morning. I was a lawyer; it was legit. All of my mornings were early.

That was my plan, anyway. However reality did not conform to it. Almost as soon as I closed my eyes, a sense of peace and comfort filled me from the inside out, so deep and so powerful that, before I was even aware it was happening, I had dropped into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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