Alexis
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"Lexi I-I can't," Billie pants and pushes my head away from between her legs, prompting me to pull away completely and sit up on my knees while I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
"Not just one more?" I ask teasingly, which earns a look from a very tired Billie.
"Three rounds wasn't enough?" she asks, still sounding breathless.
My eyes rake over her perfect form, taking in the way her naked chest is heaving up and down slightly and how her hair is sticking to her sweaty forehead.
"I can never get enough of you," I reply and meet her eyes. She blushes slightly and looks away, a shy smile tugging at her lips.
We started hooking up again two weeks ago, and we've been going at it like rabbits since. I've been trying to do more than just hook up, like take Billie on dates, but it seems like every time I try she makes up some excuse about why she can't go out.
Trust me, I see the irony in me of all people wanting more from someone who just wants to fuck. I know this must be karma for all the times the roles were reversed,but fuck karma- I just want Billie to be mine again.
I think it's clear she's terrified of being committed and vulnerable again, which breaks my heart. Last week she told me that she lied when she told me she had a boyfriend, and that she hasn't been in a committed relationship since we broke up. A selfish part of me was happy that no one else has gotten her the way I had her, but a bigger part of me is sad that she felt too broken to bother trying again. It's my fault that she has such an aversion to relationships and love again, just like she did before we got together. I stand by breaking up with her, I was keeping her safe, but the way I did it clearly hurt her way more than I imagined, and I hate myself for that.
I lean down and slowly kiss up her soft, bare stomach. I feel her shiver slightly under me as I kiss farther between her breasts, then up to her neck. Eventually I reach her lips and I teasingly brush them with my own, until she takes it upon herself to properly connect our lips. We kiss slowly but passionately, her fingers threading into my hair while my hands softly stroke the skin on her sides.
"Let me take you out tonight," I mumble when I pull my lips away and open my eyes to gaze down at Billie.
"Like a date?" she asks and I nod.
"Exactly like a date."
"Not tonight, we have to go to Maia's party," she reminds me while she keeps playing with my hair.
I groan in annoyance at the reminder. It's a long weekend, so a bunch of people who left for college are back in town, which means there are tons of parties going on. I wasn't planning on going to any of them.
"You mean you have to go to Maia's party," I say with a chuckle and Billie pouts.
"But I wanna be with you tonight."
"Then ditch the party and let me take you somewhere nice," I insist and peck her pouty lips.
"But Lexi," she whines and shakes her head. "I haven't seen Maia for, like, 3 months. I can't ditch."
I groan and move my head down to nuzzle into her neck before mumbling, "Fine, I'll take you out some other time. But I'm not going to Maia's party."
"How bout this; you come to the party with me and after we can go get burritos and eat them somewhere pretty like we used to," she suggests and I perk up slightly. "And at some point we can sneak off for a quickie," she adds and that's all it takes.
"I'm in," I say immediately and attach our lips eagerly.
"Whipped," she mumbles against my lips, but I simply deepen the kiss to shut her up.
We make out for a while but Billie doesn't let it go any further because she's still 'too sensitive', so I stick to just letting my hands roam as much as she'll let me. Eventually we break apart and I roll onto my back to lay down, and I smile to myself when Billie snuggles into me.
"Gimme," she mumbles and takes my arm that's resting on my stomach, which is fucking cute.
"Tell me about these again," she says quietly while tracing the ink on the skin of my arm the way she has been a lot recently. "I know a couple of them."
"Which ones?" I ask curiously and let my eyes follow her fingers as she moves them to my forearm, where she then traces them lines that form a rose.
"This one," she says softly and pauses for a moment. "Your brother had the same one, and you always made fun of him because you thought rose tattoos were cliche, but then you got it to match his anyway."
She looks up at me for confirmation and I nod softly. "He asked me to sketch it for him. That's why it's not the best. He said he liked anything I made though," I mumble and watch the way Billie stares up at me, listening intently.
"He really loved you, huh?" she whispers and I nod then think for a moment before replying,
"He wasn't a perfect person but he was a perfect brother."
"Like Finn," Billie murmurs and I nod again, smiling suddenly.
"Wait, Finn isn't perfect?"
"Shut up fan girl," she teases and laughs when I suddenly wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer so I can press my lips against hers.
As her lips move with mine and her fingers tangle into my hair and we practically melt into each other, it's hard to remind myself that this isn't what we had before. It sure as fuck feels like it is.
At least, for me it does.
A couple hours later I find myself pulling up to Maia's house for the first time in two years, which feels really fucking weird.
"I forgot how crazy this neighborhood is," I say as I look out Billie's window at the Chambers' mansion. It's clear the party is in full swing, with the loud bass being audible from outside and lights flashing in the window.
Not my kind of party at all, but Billie promised a quickie and I'm whipped so here we are.
"Let's go," she says excitedly and opens her door, but I grab her arm and pull her back so I can kiss her one more time.
She kisses me back, bringing one of her hands up to rub my cheekbone with her thumb sweetly. It's a fairly short and sweet kiss, a contrast to the desperate and needy kisses we've been sharing all day.
"What was that for?" she asks when I pull away, a smile on her lips.
"I figured I can't do that inside, so I wanted one more," I reply with a shrug. "Are you gonna tell Maia that we're together again?"
Her smile drops, "We're not together again," she reminds me and my heart aches a little. "Slow, remember?"
"We had sex, like, 6 times today," I point out and she chuckles.
"Yeah, casual sex doesn't mean we're together," she reminds me and I let out a little sigh, trying not to let it show just how much this situation hurts.
Again; I see the irony.
"Right, sorry," I mumble and pull away so I can open my car door and get out, Billie following my actions.
I follow her up the stone path towards the front door with my hands shoved in my pockets and a frown on my face. I hope she doesn't want to stay here long, I don't know how I'm going to handle seeing all the assholes I used to hate again. She pushes the door open and I follow her inside while she looks down at her phone, probably texting Maia to ask where she is. She leads us into the kitchen where I see Maia sitting up on one of the counters talking to a couple people while sipping the drink in her hand.
When she sees Billie walk in she grins happily and hops off of the counter, running over excitedly. Billie meets her in the middle and they hug tightly, both of them looking beyond happy to be reunited.
After a long hug Maia pulls away, which is when she notices me standing behind Billie awkwardly.
"Wait, you brought Alexis?" she asks, looking and sounding concerned.
"Good to see you too, Chambers," I say with a chuckle and she shakes her head.
"Wait, don't get me wrong, it's good to see you. I don't have any beef with you it's just, um..." she trails off and I raise an eyebrow. "Shay's coming."
Shay.
Now that's a name I haven't heard in a long time.
"Who's Shay?" Billie asks and looks between me and Maia with furrowed brows.
I don't respond right away, too lost in my own thoughts as I stare off blankly like an idiot. Shay's coming. Here. Tonight.
"Lex?" Billie asks again and I snap out of my daze.
"Uh, she's my ex," I reply and look over at her, not missing the jealousy that immediately flashes in her eyes.
No games, I remind myself when part of me gets excited at the fact that she still obviously gets jealous over me.
"The one from before me?" she asks and I nod slightly. "Doesn't she hate your fucking guts?"
Maia snorts in amusement at that then quickly apologizes, "Sorry, not funny," she says but she has an amused smile tugging at her lips.
I give her a playful glare then look at Billie again, "She used to, but that was more than 3 years ago. There's no way she still hates me...right?" I look at Maia hopefully.
"I have no idea," she replies with a shrug. "Two exes at one party, that must be fun for you."
"Thanks for that," I grumble then look at Billie. "Can I go home?"
She pouts and shakes her head, "No come on, we can have so much fun like we used to," she insists and wraps her arms around my neck. "Please stay."
I look down at her, being instantly swayed by her pouty lips and pleading eyes. "Fuck, fine," I give in easily and she grins, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek before she pulls away.
"Wait, are you two-" Maia starts to ask but Billie shakes her head, cutting her off.
"Nope, just friends still."
I roll my eyes slightly and look away from them, "I'm gonna go sit down," I say then walk away before they can respond.
"Billie come play beer pong with me," I hear Maia say as I walk out of the kitchen, followed by Billie agreeing to watch but not play.
When I get out to the backyard I take in a breath of fresh air then walk down the steps and towards the fire pit. I sit down on one of the plush seats then lean back and look around. My lips curl into a soft smile when I realize that this spot is where Billie and I shared our first kiss more than two and a half years ago. I wish I could just go back to then. Do things differently so I could prevent myself from ever losing Billie.
I get lost in my own thoughts for God knows how long, just thinking about everything that's happened with Billie and how I can make her trust our connection enough to be with me again.
I'm snapped out of dreamland when someone sits down beside me, and I glance over for a second then look down at my lap again, unbothered.
Wait a minute.
My head snaps up again and my eyes widen when I see that it's Shay sitting beside me, an amused smile on her lips.
"I see you still like getting lost in dreamland," she says and I shiver at the sound of her voice. It's somehow so familiar but also so different from what I remember at the same time.
I stare at her dumbly, my mouth opening but no words coming out. I don't even know what to say to her. Do I start with sorry or is that awkward?
"Still do your long pauses too, huh?" she adds teasingly and I blush.
"Sorry I'm just...shocked for a few reasons," I mumble and try to shake off my nerves. "Hi."
She chuckles and it makes me smile. "Hey, Lexi."
I'm not entirely sure how I feel about her calling me that.
"You don't seem like you're going to punch me," I say and she chuckles again. "Unless you're just trying to get me to let my guard down."
"I don't want to punch you, Lex," she says and I playfully sigh in relief. "I stopped being mad at you a long time ago."
"Really?" I ask and perk up slightly. "So you don't hate me anymore?"
She lets out a soft sigh and shakes her head while her eyes stay locked on mine, "I never meant it when I said I hated you, I just wanted to hurt you because you hurt me."
I should explain our history.
Shay was my first relationship. I met her on my first day of school when I transferred because she was assigned to show me around and help me navigate the large campus. I had a crush from the second I saw her, despite the fact I was ready to hate every single prep school kid in that place, and we actually hit it off. I asked her out on a date a few weeks later, and she was my girlfriend not long after that. We stayed strong for a long time, over a year, but when Luke died and I got pulled into the gang everything went to shit. I knew I had to protect her from it all, and I figured the best way to do that would be to break up with her. Familiar, right? I couldn't bring myself to end things, but when fake rumors started going around that I cheated on her I decided not to deny them, so Shay did the breaking up for me.
"I wouldn't blame you if you really did hate me, but I'm glad you don't," I say softly and watch her as she leans back in the chair. "How's New York?"
"It was great, but I actually moved back to LA last month," she replies and I raise a questioning eyebrow. "Dad got sick, I wanted to be closer to him," she explains and I frown, my heart aching slightly.
I was really close to her family when we were together, and much like Billie's family they treated me like one of their own. I owe them a lot for all the nights they let me stay over after Luke died and my dad was out working, leaving me alone in the house.
"I'm sorry," I say softly and reach for her hand without thinking about it.
To my surprise, she doesn't pull away, and instead lets me take it. I lean back on the chair with her and look up at the sky thoughtfully while she laces our fingers together.
This feels really strange. I feel like I just went back in time four years.
We sit in silence for a little while but it's not awkward, it's peaceful. Eventually we start to talk, and we end up talking for over an hour. She tells me about school in New York and everything she's been up to, while I tell her bits and pieces of what I've been up to while leaving out most of the big details. No way I'm telling her about my trial.
It feels good to be talking to her again like this, because I hated the way we left things. I truly cared about Shay, but she dumped me thinking I didn't. I always hoped I'd see her again and be able to make amends.
"So are you seeing anyone?" she asks curiously after our laughter over a story about Darius being goofy dies down.
"Honestly, I don't fucking know at this point," I say with a chuckle. "I like to think so."
Sure, Billie refuses to say we aren't doing anything other than causally messing around, but I think that's bullshit. We both know it means more than that, and I don't think either of us are getting with other people.
At least, I hope she's not getting with other people.
"Oh," she says and I must be going crazy because I think I hear disappointment in her voice. "Who is-"
"Dude, I've been looking everywhere for you," a voice cuts her off and I look up to see Billie looking down at us.
I didn't even notice her walking over because I was so lost in conversation.
Her eyes flick down to our hands that are still holding each other's and her eyebrows furrow slightly.
"Aren't you famous?" Shay asks and Billie nods. "That's cool."
"It actually kinda sucks ass," Billie says casually and I frown slightly because it's clear to me that she's being totally serious. Shay however assumes that Billie is joking and chuckles in amusement.
"What's up?" I ask Billie and she looks at me again.
"Can we talk for a second?" she asks and I glance at Shay.
"Can we talk later?"
When I look at Billie again I can see her nostrils flare and her jaw clench slightly at my response. She's kinda hot when she's mad...
"I was kinda hoping to talk now..." she says and Shay pats my arm.
"Go talk to your friend, I need to stretch my legs and get a new drink anyway."
She lets go of my hand and gets up from the seat, which makes me pout slightly. I realize Billie is glaring at me and I give her a confused look, but she holds it steady.
"Text me when you're done, Lexi," Shay says and puts her hand on my shoulder as she leans down to press a sweet kiss to my cheek.
"Will do," I reply with a smile and watch her as she gives Billie a friendly smile and goodbye before walking back into the house.
Billie waits until the backdoor is shut before turning and looking at me again.
"What the fuck was that?" she asks and I raise a brow.
"What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean," she says with a huff. "Come on." She holds her hand out and I look at it for a second before taking it.
She pulls me up and leads me towards the house while I follow blindly, just letting her pull me around.
"So...that was Shay?"
"Yup," I reply and keep following her as she leads me into the house and towards the stairs. "Where are we going?"
"I promised you a quickie," she says simply and I snort in amusement. "What?"
"It's just funny that you pulled me away from my ex for it," I tease and she shoots me a look over her shoulder. "Just seems like you're jealous is all."
smut warning for the rest of the chapter
She huffs but doesn't bother to argue, instead just picking up her pace as she leads me up the stairs. She pushes one of the doors open then pulls me inside roughly, slamming the door shut behind us.
"Someone's eager," I chuckle and let go of her hand so I can grab her hips, but she grips my wrists to stop me.
I raise a brow but she just smirks and pushes me back against the door suddenly, lifting my wrists up above my head to pin them against the door.
"I'm in charge this time," she says firmly as she stares into my eyes. There's a mischievous glint in them, like she's daring me to challenge her.
"But-" I start to protest but she shuts me up by smashing her lips against mine, which immediately makes me give in and kiss her eagerly.
The kiss is hungry and firm, and Billie slides her tongue into my mouth while one of her hands comes down to slip under my shirt, her other hand pinning both of my wrists together.
I moan quietly when her warm hand slides under my bra and starts to massage my breast. Her lips move away from mine and trail down to my neck, and I tilt my head to the side to give her better access.
"Don't leave a mark," I mumble and feel her smirk against my skin.
"Don't tell me what to do."
I bite my lip when I hear the lust in her voice, and let out a soft whimper when she starts to nip and suck at a particularly sensitive spot. Her hand slips out from under my bra then slides down my stomach and into waistband of my track pants without hesitation.
My eyes flutter shut and my head tips back against the door when her fingers start to rub over my panties with just enough pressure to make me feel good, but not enough to dull the ache between my legs.
"Billie," I mumble after she just keeps teasingly rubbing over the thin fabric for a while.
"What?" she asks in a teasing tone and I whine. "Tell me what you want."
I clench my jaw in frustration because I know where this is going. She's going to make me beg for it, and I hate begging for it. I like making her beg for it.
But then again, I'm desperate.
"I want you to fuck me," I mumble and I can practically hear her smirk.
"I don't know..." she trails off and applies just a little bit more pressure on my clit. "Beg for it," she says firmly and I shiver.
"Please fuck me," I say quietly and Billie chuckles.
"What was that, baby?"
"God just please fuck me!" I say louder, and that does it.
She pushes my panties aside with her fingers then immediately pushes two of them inside of me, drawing a moan of relief out of me. She pushes them deep and curls them perfectly right away, which makes me moan even louder. I try to wiggle a hand free so I can cover my mouth, but Billie just grips my wrists tighter and pushes them harder into the wood above my head.
"Stop moving," she orders as she moves her fingers at a harsh pace that makes my head feel like it's spinning.
God, this feel so good.
I bite my lip to try and keep quiet, but Billie doesn't seem to like that very much. She lets go of my wrists and brings her hand down to my neck, giving it a teasing squeeze that makes me even wetter.
"I wanna hear you, so stop holding back," she whispers in my ear firmly then moves her hand down to lift my leg and wrap it around her waist.
I let out a whine when the shift in position allows her to push her fingers deeper inside of me, and my eyes roll back when pulls out to quickly add a third. Her palm grinds into my clit every time she pushes her fingers as deep as she can, and it's not long before I feel a pressure building up in my belly.
"Gonna cum for me already?" Billie asks teasingly when she feels me clench around her fingers and I nod quickly while my eyes screw shut.
"So close," I reply breathlessly.
She suddenly stops her movements with her fingers buried deep inside me, and I whine in protest while my eyes fly open to look at her.
"Why'd you stop?"
She smirks, her usually crystal blue eyes now dark with lust. "I just want you to remember who's in control right now," she replies and I blush again, embarrassed that I'm so turned on by Billie being dominant.
"Please let me cum," I whisper, not even needing to be instructed to beg.
"You better scream my name when you do, I want everyone at this fucking party to know who's making you feel good right now," she says before going back to her rough pace that makes me throw my head back in pleasure.
A few more curls into my spot is all it takes to throw me over the edge, and my knees buckle under me as I gush around Billie's fingers while I cry out her name louder than I ever have before.
I would fall to the ground if Billie didn't have me pinned against the door, keeping me up. She keeps fucking me through my orgasm, until I start to whine and squirm because it's getting to be a bit too much.
Eventually she pulls her fingers out and I whimper quietly at the loss. I open my eyes and watch her as she licks her fingers clean while I try to catch my breath, my chest heaving like I just ran a marathon.
She lets go of my leg when she's certain I can stand on my own then steps away from me while taking her phone out of her pocket to check something.
"Your turn," I mumble and step closer to her, but she chuckles and shakes her head.
"I'm still sore from earlier. Plus I promised Maia I'd swim with her and she's looking for me," she replies and I frown.
"We're still getting burritos though, right?" I ask hopefully.
"It's already late, let's just do it a different day," she says and moves to the door, prompting me to step aside so she can open it. "I'm sleeping here, so I don't need a ride home."
"Are you serious?" I ask with a frown and she looks at me with an arched brow.
"What's wrong?"
"I only came because I wanted to hang out after," I say and she shrugs.
"You got the quickie you wanted, and I said we can get burritos some other time, I don't see the problem."
I sigh and shake my head, wondering why I expected any different after the way she's been avoiding spending actual quality time with me since we started sleeping together again.
"Yeah whatever Billie, have fun," I mumble while looking down at my feet.
She lingers for a second as if she's going to say something else, but she must decide against it because she walks out of the room without another word.
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A/N
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not thoroughly edited pls don't be harsh on typos
sorry this update took longer than the others, i had a bit of writers block on top of a super busy week.
i love updating because yalls feedback always makes my day so i missed updating more regularly! life is crazy right now my dudes
billie topping alexis was def the most requested smut situation, what do y'all wanna see next?
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