Y/n pov
We’re sprawled out in our room, both glued to our phones. I keep catching Billie looking at me with *that* look – the one that flares up when she’s riding the edge of heat. Not that I’m immune. God, I’m burning for her too, but I wanted to let her stew a little. A little teasing.
Hours crawl by. I’m sitting on her lap now, grinding against her, staring her down. She’s got her hips locked around mine. “Oh, wow. Now’s okay, bet,” she says, her voice a low growl.
Billie’s hands wrap around my waist, holding me solid. She starts rubbing her palm against my inner thigh, slow and deliberate. Whispers are starting to bubble up in my ear, little sparks igniting my skin. It’s driving me absolutely crazy.
Billie pov
This little thing really thinks she can just tease me like *that* and get away with it? Hilarious. I’ve been letting her think she’s in control, letting the heat build. Time for a little reminder of who’s holding the leash. I do the same old thing, the same thing that always flips her switch. Dirty talk. She's addicted to it.
Y/n loves the edge of losing control. And I have *so* many things planned. I start kissing down her ear, tracing the curve of her neck, then sinking my teeth into the pulse point at her jaw. I can feel her moans building. I slide my fingers down her throat, pushing her over the edge.
She arches against me, her thighs squeezing. "Open your legs or I will stop," I murmur, letting the threat hang in the air.
Y/n pov
“Open your legs or I will stop.” The command hits me like a current. I practically throw my legs open, and Billie doesn’t hesitate. She starts to move her hand closer to my heat. My eyes roll back in my head. Next thing I know, I feel Billie’s hand around my throat, tightening. “Open ur eyes, princess.”
I snap my eyes open, and I see Billie’s hand sliding up my skirt. Her thumb brushes against my clit. She’s testing the edges, mapping my pleasure points. “Billie, fuckkkk,” I moan, my voice cracking. She keeps going, faster now, her fingers digging in.
Billie pov
She’s begging for it. I can feel her pulse racing against my palm. I’m building the tension, letting her hang on the edge of oblivion. I add three fingers, and start to grind into her, faster and faster. She’s a mess of moans and shivers. I can feel her clenching, straining for release.
“Daddy, I’m close,” she gasps.
Y/n pov
“Daddy, I’m close.” The words rip out of me before I can stop them.
Billie pov
The instant those words leave her lips, I stop. I lift her off my lap and deposit her back on the bed. I get up and walk out.
“BILLIE WHAT THE FUCK?” she yells, her voice laced with frustration.
I smirk. “That’s what you get for teasing me. Don’t think about playing with yourself.”
I don’t need to say anything else. The heat in her eyes tells me she’s already plotting her revenge. Good. Let her burn for it. Let her stew.
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I'm so sorry if this is bad. This is my first time doing this. I'm happy to write a part 2 if you like it.