A small, hungry sound broke from Billie’s throat, barely audible, but devastating. Debra knew her restraint had just faltered for a heartbeat. And then her nose brushed Debra’s as though she was fighting every urge inside her, as she whispered, “Shift down so you can take the other end. I want to feel you clench around it while I fuck you senseless.”
Debra paused for just a second, but the heat pooling between her thighs urged her forward. She eased back onto the couch, the soft cushions cradling her body. Her pussy ached, still throbbing from Billie’s fingers that had worked her over until she was dripping wet. “Billie, I-I need this,’ Debra whispered, her voice breaking with raw need as Billie’s knees sank into the couch on either side of Debra’s hips, the toy pressing against her swollen clit as Billie readjusted her position.
“I have to say, Ms Allen…you look delicious spread out for me today.”
With a shaky breath, Debra lifted her hips, the thick silicone stretching her pussy wide as it slid inside. Inch by inch, it buried deep, the pressure intense but more than she ever could have dreamed of. Billie Brown was about to fuck her in a way she’d never encountered before, and Debra knew she would never be the same again when it was all over. “O-oh, fuck!”
Billie didn’t waste any time. She lowered her hips and forced the toy deeper into them both. “Mm, so perfect. Take it allfor me.” Billie growled as one hand slid up to pinch Debra’s nipple, twisting it hard enough to draw a cry from her. The couch creaked under them, but neither cared. The world outside Brown & Co. had faded away.
Their rhythm synced quickly, Debra thrusting up as Billie drove down, the toy plunging in and out, slick with their combined wetness. Debra had never felt sparks like it. “You’re so tight for me.” Billie panted, leaning in to capture Debra’s lips in a bruising kiss, their tongues tangling as fiercely as their bodies. She broke away to nip at Debra’s neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark…a claim, and a reminder of this reckless passion.
Debra’s hands roamed, one tangling in Billie’s dark hair as she pulled her closer. “H-harder, Billie. Fuck me harder.”
Billie obliged, her thrusts growing faster and more demanding, the slap of skin on skin echoing throughout the fitting room.
Sweat dripped down Debra’s back as she arched beneath Billie, her breasts heaving with each strangled breath she inhaled. Billie’s fingers found her clit, circling with expert pressure, and Debra was the one to shatter first. Her orgasm crashed through her, her pussy spasming around the dildo as she cried out Billie’s name.
“That’s it. Come for me.”
Billie followed seconds later, her hips jerking erratically as she came hard. They rode out the waves together, locked in a messy, intimate embrace, their breaths mingling as the aftershocks faded. Debra relaxed back into the couch, feeling the rapid beat of Billie’s heart against her chest, and closed her thighs around her.
“God,” Billie whispered, her breath faltering. “You feel…incredible.”
Debra’s fingers skimmed along Billie’s back, feeling every taut line of muscle beneath her shirt.
“Billie.” It was all she could manage.
Debra lay there panting, her body still trembling with the soft aftershocks that made her limbs feel weightless. Billie stayed above her for a moment, her breath brushing Debra’s collarbone.
Then Debra felt it. The subtle shift.
Billie inhaled slowly and lifted her head. Whatever rawness had flickered across her features was already gone, tucked neatly behind the cool composure she wore so well.
“Debra…” Billie cleared her throat when her voice betrayed her. “You’re alright.”
It wasn’t a question. It was Billie reasserting herself.
“Mm. I am.” Debra smiled, still trying to catch her breath. “I’m more than alright.”
Billie returned a faint smile as she brushed a strand of hair back from Debra’s face. Her breathing was already settling into its usual cadence. “Good,” she said. “That’s…good.”
And just like that, there was no trace of the woman who had seemed shaken in Debra’s arms only moments ago.
Billie shifted to lie beside her on the couch, but at a slight angle. Close enough to satisfy the end of her appointment, but not close enough to be vulnerable.
“I feel different.” Debra sighed, her head resting against Billie’s shoulder. “Like something inside of me woke up today.”
Billie looked back at her, giving nothing away. “That’s the point of the service.”
Not what they’d just shared. Not what she’d made Debra feel. Just…the service.
“Rest for a minute,” Billie said as she smoothed a hand over Debra’s arm. “I’ll get some more fabric swatches. It’s important that we decide on your preference today.”
Debra smiled again, completely sated and no longer caring about any suit this woman could conjure up for her. “Alright.”
Chapter Six
Billie wokebefore the sun had risen, her apartment still dark and the sheets cold beside her. For a blurry second or two, she thought she’d dreamt of the day before. Debra’s mouth, her gentle breath, her fingers curling into the collar of Billie’s shirt as though she’d been waiting years for the permission to touch. But the faint ache in Billie’s body reminded her otherwise, and so did the heaviness that resided behind her ribs. God, she’d fucked up here. Shenevercame with clients; it simply wasn’t a part of the service she offered…and kissing them? That was Billie’soneunbreakable rule…until yesterday.
