Chapter 22: Needy Midnight Reckoning
The city glittered far below Billie’s penthouse, a million distant stars trapped in glass and steel. Inside, the air hung still and cool, scented faintly with jasmine from the discreet diffusers and the lingering ozone of the air filtration system. The only sounds were the soft hum of the fridge and Billie’s deep, even breathing beside her.
Harmony lay rigid, staring at the geometric shadows the moonlight cast on the soaring ceiling. Sleep felt like a distant country. A restless, liquid heat pulsed low in her belly, radiating outwards, making her skin prickle beneath the impossibly soft Egyptian cotton sheet. It wasn’t the first time these hormonal surges had ambushed her in the quiet hours, but tonight… tonight it felt like a fever. A desperate, aching need coiled tight inside her core, throbbing in time with her frantic heartbeat. She shifted, the friction of the sheet against her sensitive nipples sending a shockwave straight to her already drenched cunt. She bit her lip, stifling a whimper.
Beside her, Billie slept like a conqueror at rest, one arm flung above her head on the pillow, the other resting loosely on her own flat stomach. The sheet had slipped low, revealing the powerful lines of her shoulders, the curve of a breast. Harmony’s gaze traced the elegant line of her throat, the sharp angle of her jaw softened by sleep. She looked untouchable. Commanding, even in unconsciousness.
Harmony couldn’t stand it. The need was a living thing, gnawing at her insides. Carefully, silently, she pushed the sheet down. The cool air hit her flushed skin, making her nipples peak harder. She swung a leg over Billie’s hips, straddling her, the thin silk of her own nightgown riding up. The feel of Billie’s strong thighs beneath her, the solid warmth of her abdomen, only intensified the ache.
She hesitated for only a heartbeat, looking down at Billie’s beautiful, sleeping face. Then, driven by a hunger that obliterated hesitation, Harmony reached down. Her fingers trembled as she pushed the waistband of Billie’s silk pajama pants lower, just enough. Billie’s cock, already thickening slightly in sleep, lay nestled in dark curls. Harmony’s breath hitched. The sight alone sent a fresh gush of wetness between her own legs.
She positioned herself, lifting her hips. Her cunt was slick, embarrassingly so, easing the way as she guided Billie’s cockhead to her entrance. She paused, the blunt pressure maddening, then sank down.
Oh god.
A low moan escaped Harmony’s lips, muffled into the dark. It was slow, deliberate, taking Billie deep inside her inch by agonizing inch. The stretch was divine, filling her completely, hitting places that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was so wet, the slide obscenely easy. She bottomed out, feeling Billie’s cock nestled deep, pulsing against her inner walls. She stayed there for a moment, trembling, adjusting to the sheer, perfect fullness.
Billie stirred beneath her. A soft grunt, a twitch of muscle. Her eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened. Confusion clouded her sharp blue eyes for a second, bleary with sleep. Then they focused. Focused on Harmony straddling her, impaled on her cock, face flushed with desperate need.
"Ha-Harm?" Billie's voice was a sleep-roughened rasp.
Harmony didn't answer. Couldn't. The need was too overwhelming. She started to move. Slowly at first, rising up until just the head of Billie’s cock remained inside, then sinking down again with a low, guttural groan. "Fuck… yes…"
Billie’s hands, which had lain slack at her sides, twitched. She watched Harmony, her gaze darkening, intensifying with every slow, deep stroke. Harmony braced her hands on Billie’s hard stomach, her head falling back as she concentrated on the rhythm, on the delicious drag inside her, the way Billie’s cock rubbed relentlessly against that spot deep within. Whimpers escaped her with each descent. "So deep… Billie… need it…"
She moved faster, abandoning the slow tease for a more urgent pace, riding Billie with growing desperation. Her hips snapped down, taking Billie hard, her inner walls fluttering desperately around the thick intrusion. "Fuck me… please… harder…" she babbled, sweat beading on her brow, her damp curls sticking to her neck. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts against Billie’s chest, her mouth finding the pulse point in Billie’s neck. She sucked, bit down gently, then laved the spot with her tongue, her breath coming in ragged gasps against warm skin. "Feel so good inside me… your cock… filling me up…"
Billie’s breathing had gone shallow and fast. Harmony could feel the tension coiling in the powerful body beneath her, the restrained energy vibrating through the thick shaft buried deep in her cunt. Billie’s hands finally moved, not to guide or help, but to grasp Harmony’s hips. Her grip was firm, anchoring, as if allowing Harmony control but only just.
Harmony rode harder, grinding down at the bottom of each stroke, seeking that perfect friction. "Oh God, oh fuck… yes… right there…" Her climax was building, a tight, hot coil low in her belly, threatening to unravel. She whimpered, feral and needy, into Billie’s neck. "Gonna come… gonna make me come on your cock…"
Suddenly, like a sprung trap, Billie moved. Her hands clamped down on Harmony’s hips with bruising force. In one powerful, fluid motion, she surged upwards and twisted. The world spun. Harmony cried out as she found herself slammed onto her back, the breath whooshing out of her. Billie’s weight pinned her to the mattress, her cock still buried impossibly deep inside Harmony’s clutching heat.
Billie loomed over her, braced on one powerful forearm beside Harmony’s head. The city light caught the sweat-slicked planes of her face, the wild tangle of her dark hair. Her eyes were pure midnight fire, blazing with a predatory intensity that stole Harmony’s breath. Gone was the sleepy confusion, replaced by a feral dominance that made Harmony’s cunt clench violently around the thick cock still stretching her.
Billie’s free hand tangled roughly in Harmony’s hair, pulling her head back, exposing her throat. Her voice, when it came, was a low, guttural growl that vibrated through Harmony’s entire body.
"You want it rough, baby?"
She didn’t wait for an answer. She pulled her hips back, almost withdrawing completely, the sudden emptiness a shock, then slammed forward. Hard. Brutal.
Harmony screamed. The force of it jolted her up the bed. Stars exploded. Billie held herself deep for a second, grinding her pelvis against Harmony’s clit, the pressure sharp and electric. "Fuck!" Harmony sobbed, her nails scrabbling at Billie’s back.
Then Billie pulled out again, almost to the tip, and drove back in with even more force. The slap of skin on skin, wet and obscene, filled the room. Harmony could only gasp, her moans punched out of her with each powerful thrust. Billie fucked her with relentless, driving strokes, no finesse, just raw power and possession. Her grip on Harmony’s hair tightened, forcing her to hold Billie’s gaze.
"You wanted it hard?" Billie growled, her voice thick with lust and something darker, primal. Her hips pistoned. Harmony’s body jolted with each impact. "You wanted to ride me? Take what you needed?" Another brutal thrust. Harmony cried out, her back arching, her cunt spasming wildly. "Well, you got it, baby. You fucking got it." Billie slammed home again, grinding hard. "Now take it. Take my cock. Take it all."
Harmony was lost. The rough treatment, the sheer force of Billie’s possession, the guttural commands – it shattered her restraint. The coil in her belly snapped. A raw, ragged scream tore from her throat as her orgasm detonated. It ripped through her, violent and all-consuming, pulling her body taut as a bowstring. Her cunt clamped down on Billie’s cock in fierce, rhythmic spasms, milking it desperately. "BILLIE! FUCK! OH GOD, YES! COMING!"
Billie’s control snapped. Harmony’s climax triggered her own. A guttural roar tore from Billie’s throat as she buried herself to the hilt, her powerful body shuddering, her cock pulsing hard, jetting deep inside Harmony’s convulsing cunt. Her grip on Harmony’s hair loosened, her hand flying down to grasp Harmony’s hip, fingers digging in as she ground her pelvis against Harmony’s, prolonging the pulses, filling her with wet heat.
For long moments, the only sounds were their harsh, ragged breathing, the wet slide as Billie finally stilled, buried deep, and the frantic thud of their hearts. Sweat slicked their bodies where they pressed together.
Slowly, trembling, Billie lowered her forehead to rest against Harmony’s. Her breath was hot on Harmony’s lips. The fierce dominance bled from her eyes, replaced by a dazed, satiated warmth, and beneath it, a flicker of something vulnerable. She shifted her weight slightly, her softening cock still nestled inside Harmony’s sensitive, used cunt.
"Fuck, Harmony," Billie breathed, her voice wrecked. She pressed a clumsy, open-mouthed kiss to Harmony’s sweat-damp temple. "You… you okay?"
Harmony couldn't speak. She could only nod weakly, her body still humming with aftershocks. She lifted a trembling hand, tracing the sharp line of Billie's jaw with her fingertips. The rough passion had been terrifying, overwhelming… and exactly what she’d needed. A small, satisfied smile touched her lips. Her gaze drifted past Billie’s shoulder to the nightstand. There, in the dim light, sat the simple, floppy-eared rabbit from the boutique.
Billie followed her gaze, then looked back down at her. A slow, understanding smile, tender now, softened Billie’s features. She nuzzled Harmony’s neck, her lips brushing the sensitive skin below her ear. Her free hand, the one not braced beside them, slid down, not roughly now, but with infinite care, coming to rest possessively on the gentle swell of Harmony’s lower belly. Her thumb traced a slow circle.
"Our daughter," Billie murmured, the raw possession in her voice replaced by something infinitely deeper, "had quite the wake-up call." She pressed another kiss, softer this time, to Harmony’s lips. "Going to be a menace, just like her mama."