Watching You Pt 03

Watching You: Part Three

"Oh you're gonna come already, I can see it. Ohhh come on my cock baby. Come on my cock. Fuck yessss!" Billy encourages.

"Ohhh fuck, Billy!" I cry out into my empty bedroom.

I have my laptop by my head. My eyes flick back and forth between Billy's lips and his hand stroking his cock on screen, knowing just how good they both taste. I have my vibrator secured to my clit and am pumping my dildo in and out of my pussy, chasing my climax to finish with virtual Billy. It will never be as good as the real thing, but it will do until I can have him again. The moment I see his dick pulse, spurting ropes of cum on his abs and chest, cum that I still have yet to taste, I erupt with him, crying out my release.

I slow my pumping. I turn off my vibrator, slowly bringing my body back down. My sheets cling to my sweat-slick body. I suck in air, trying to catch my breath. Just then, my phone rings. I reach over to my bed side table to grab it and see Billy's name light up across the screen. We exchanged numbers before we left the club last Friday, but I wasn't expecting to hear from him so soon. I desperately try to calm my breathing before I answer.

"Hi.. Billy... this is a surprise! How are you?" I face palm.

"Sam, I'm doing well. How are you doing? You seem.. out of breath baby girl.."

I can hear the smirk in his voice. "I.. I'm doing well. I was just working out." I pant.

He chuckles. Even over the phone that chuckle washes over me from head to toe and makes me shiver. "You seem to forget that I know what you sound like after you come. You were watching my videos and touching yourself, weren't you?"

My face heats. My silence is all the answer he needs.

"Mmmm that's so hot. You just couldn't wait, could you?"

I bite my lip. "Maybe I couldn't. So what?" I teasingly sass him.

His voice gets even deeper before he says, "Well maybe I couldn't wait either and that's why I'm calling. I really need to see you baby girl." There's a hint of desperation in his voice.

My jaw drops. I have been living this life where Billy only exists in the videos that I watch and in the club on Friday nights. Him wanting to see me outside of the club? Having him over to my house? In my bed? It makes my heart race and goosebumps cover my skin. I pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.

"You still with me baby girl?" Billy's voice cuts through my thoughts.

"Yeah," I huff out a laugh. I shake my head, still having a hard time believing that this is real. "I would love to see you, Billy! I will text you my address if you want to come by tonight?"

He says how he would love nothing more before we say our goodbyes and hang up. I shoot him a text containing my address before I hurry and tidy both myself and my place up.

An hour later Billy is at my door wearing a black T-shirt,

god I have always loved him in black,

and a pair of dark jeans that hug his thighs and ass just right. I am drooling already, and he is barely inside my apartment. He leans in to kiss me like it's the most normal thing in the world. I can't help but smile against his delicious lips.

"Hi." We both say against each other's lips, breathing each other in.

I lead him to the couch and offer him a beer which he takes. I sit next to him as we sip them. It's quiet for a second, but far from uncomfortable.

"So, you couldn't stay away, eh?" I break the silence with a wink.

Instead of that signature chuckle like I was expecting, he has a serious look on his face. He takes my beer from me, leans forward to place both of our bottles on the coffee table in front of him. His eyes meet mine and his hands reach for my hips lifting me from the couch, as if I weigh nothing, to straddle his lap. I watch it all happen in slow motion. The air is thick with sexual tension. His hands reach around to grab my ass. He squeezes hard and presses me against his hard length. My head falls back on a moan. He leans in to nip at my neck.

"Do you feel that, Sam?" His breath ghosts along my skin. He presses his cock up against me. "Do you feel how hard you make me?" I can't speak. He has taken all my words so I just nod. "So, no. I couldn't stay away from you. I have thought about nothing but you and this pussy since I got a taste of it."

The fact that he's been thinking about me and wanting me just as much as I have him, is mind boggling. Hell, I had to masturbate tonight all because I couldn't wait until I saw him on Friday. But the fact that he is here on a Tuesday, not being able to wait either.... I bring my head forward to meet his eyes. They are blown out black and I am sure they are a reflection of mine.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you either." I whisper.

I lean forward, pressing my lips hard against his, tasting the beer he just drank. My hands grip the hem of his shirt, pulling up, only breaking the kiss to remove his shirt before I move back in. I run my tongue along his lips, demanding entrance. Our tongues battle for a bit before I pull away.

"About these lips" I say with a bite to his bottom lip to which he grunts in response.

My lips move lower to the stubble on his chin. I nibble the edge of his jaw. "About the way your beard felt scraping against my thighs when your head was between them."

I move down kissing his neck and chest, running my hands down his large arms to his hands as I land on my knees in between his legs. "About how these hands felt spanking my ass".

I lean down and kiss his abs, feeling them ripple beneath my lips. I don't think he has blinked once, entranced by my movements. My hands leave his as I run them up his thick thighs caging me, up to the button on his jeans, carefully undoing them.

"But mostly," I pull down his jeans and boxers. He lifts his hips to help me pull them down to his ankles, his cock springing free to slap against his lower abdomen. I can see a little bead of pre-cum at the tip. I grip my hands around his cock, never breaking eye contact "Mostly, I can't stop thinking about how your cock feels along my tongue and the fact that I have yet to taste your come in my mouth."

I notice the quick rise and fall of Billy's chest and the bob of his Adam's apple. "Yeah baby? You want Daddy to fill that mouth up?"

With that, I take him as far into my mouth as I can, ensuring to breath through my nose. I'm not here to tease this time. I feel him hit the back of my throat and pull back before I have the chance to gag. Keeping his cock in my mouth, I hallow my cheeks and suck on the tip, bringing my hand up to stroke the rest of him. I look up at him, his head is thrown back against the couch, his mouth open on an 'O'. He's panting but his eyes are still on me, hooded from pleasure. I don't know if I have ever seen a sexier site.

"Look at you on your knees for me, baby, like a good little whore. You look so fucking sexy with my cock in your mouth."

His filthy words cause me to moan around him, and I feel the vibrations of it down his length. I take him a bit deeper and bring my other hand up to cup his balls, gently rolling them as I continue to take him deeper. I feel his hands grip my hair and I smirk because that's exactly what I wanted.

"Mmmm! Oh yeah, baby. Take me deeper. Oh, deeper" he groans above me.

I breath through my nose and relax my throat, allowing him to slide right in. I swallow around him, feeling my throat constrict around his head.

"Ohhhh mmmmm" he moans above me.

I pull off of him in a gasp, saliva dripping down my chin. I use both hands to stroke his cock, looking deep into his eyes. He brings his thumb to my lips, swiping through the saliva. I immediately suck his thumb into my mouth and run my top teeth along it with a smile on my face.

"Oh, you like sucking Daddy's cock don't you, baby girl?" He drags his thumb along my bottom lip, pulling it down before it springs back into place.

I tuck it between my teeth and nod at him, moaning out my answer, my hands still moving along his cock.

"Then put it back in that sweet mouth of yours. Drain my cock baby. Don't stop until you have every last drop"

His words are demanding. My panties are soaked. I am loving every second of this.

I lean forward, putting the tip back into my mouth. I swirl my tongue along the head, sealing my lips and sucking hard. I bob my head up and down his cock, taking him at varying depths.

"Ohh fuck. Yes. Fuuuck yes." His words are so breathy, I can barely hear them.

I run my tongue along the underside of his cock before pulling off, my hands once again replacing my mouth. I dip my head down to take his balls into my mouth, sucking gently, a contrast to the grip of my hands on him. I take another peak up at Billy. His eyes are closed now. His full, bottom lip is trapped between his teeth. His hands are clenched on either side of him. That won't do, I need more.

I grab them and return them back to my hair where they belong before taking his cock back into my mouth. I take him all the way down on one go and I feel his fingers grasp on to my hair, holding on for dear life. The sting of his grasp only encourages me. I furiously bob up and down his dick, running my tongue along the underside of it.

"Mmmmm baby girl, fuck! Your mouth feels so good!"

I moan around his cock, living for his praise. I have spent so long listening to it through a screen. Hearing it in person is a million times better.

I trace the tip of my tongue along the veins around his cock, up to circle the tip, collecting the drop of cum there. I can wait to have more of it in my mouth. My body is actually buzzing with the need of it. I love to service, but servicing this man is a whole other thing entirely. I still crave more though.

I take his cock deeper into my mouth again but pause. I reach up to where his hands are in my hair and push down, hoping he gets the hint. After a couple times, he catches on.

"You want me to fuck your mouth baby?" His voice sounds strained above me, telling me he likes this idea very much.

I pull off his cock and stare straight into his eyes. In the most innocent voice I can muster, I say "Yes, Daddy. I want you to use me"

"Oh fuuuck! You are such a good girl. Back up a bit for me," he says as he scoots to the edge of the couch. When I am back far enough, he stands, towering over my kneeling form. This causes a shiver to wrack my whole body. This is the dominance I crave.

Wrapping one hand behind my head and the other around his cock, he guides it to my mouth. He slowly thrusts in and out, testing out the depth in this new position. My arms immediately wrap around my back, my hands gripping each elbow, telling him with my actions that I want him to take full control. I hollow out my cheeks every time he thrusts inward, ensuring to give his cock a hard suck each time.

"Look up at me," he demands.

I follow his order immediately. His lust-filled eyes hold me captive.

"Your lips look so good wrapped about my cock baby girl. You love this, don't you?"

I moan and nod my answer, not wanting his cock to leave my mouth. His thrusts speed up, his cock getting deeper and deeper. I am trying to breath through my nose as best as I can but it's difficult to keep up with his thrusts. This causes me to gag, and he backs off a bit. I immediately bring my hands to his ass, digging my nails in, begging him not to stop.

He chuckles. "Oh, you like gagging on my cock? Okay, gag on it like the little whore you are."

He holds my head, so his dick is lodged in the back of my throat. I gag once, twice before he pulls me off. I gasp for air, tears are running down my face, saliva dripping down my chin, but I have never felt sexier. He continues to thrust deep in my mouth, the tip of his dick hitting the back of my throat. I gag a couple more times before I am used to the tempo. I have timed my breathing and relaxed my throat so I can take him deeper.

"Ohhh you are so fucking sexy baby girl. You're taking my cock so well. I love fucking this pretty little mouth"

I preen under his praise. I flick my tongue along the head as he pulls out and swallow around him as he thrusts in.

"Mmmm. Ohhh yeah baby. Just like that. Fuck, just like that."

His grip on my hair is getting tighter, his thighs tense under my hands. He is getting close I can tell.

"Oh, don't stop. Don't stop. Don't fucking stop. I'm going to come baby," he moans.

He continues to fuck my throat as I continue my actions, looking up at him, begging him with my eyes to come down my throat. I feel his thrusts faulter.

"Oh yes baby. Oh. Oh. Oh fuck. Fuck FUCK! Ooooohh" He chants above me.

I can feel his cock grow impossibly larger in my mouth. He grips my hair in a deliciously punishing hold. His thrusts stop. His thighs are trembling as his cock pulses his release into my mouth. The taste of him bursts on my tongue. Salty and tangy, with just a hint of sweetness. Purely Billy. Perfection. I swallow it down as he crashes to the couch, panting and spent.

I crawl up his body, kissing every inch of him as I go, worshipping this man. He grabs my face and kisses me hard. I love a man who is not afraid to kiss after blow jobs.

"That was fucking incredible baby girl. You are incredible. Thank you, Sam."

I blush at his praising words and laugh.

"Literally any time Billy. It was my pleasure." I say with a wink. "That was the hottest thing ever."

We spend the rest of the night talking and cuddling on the couch, both too tired to do anything else. Unfortunately though, the real world awaits, and we both have to be up early for work tomorrow.

I walk him to the door, really not wanting him to go, but knowing that it's probably too soon for him to stay the night. We make out at the door, both not wanting to part. Reluctantly, I pull away first.

"I'll see you on Friday?" My question full of hope.

"It never has to be a question, Sam. I will be there." He pulls me to him before giving me one final kiss. He pulls away, bringing his lips to my ear. "Wear a dress. No panties."

Without another word, he leaves me standing completely breathless and dumbfounded in my doorway. A shiver runs through my whole body at his demand, a demand that I wasn't about to question. I can't wait to see what he has planned for us.