Chapter 37: Billie grips Harmony's hair hard enough to make her whimper, fucking her face with rough thrusts until her cock hits the back of Harmony's throat. 'Suck it like you mean it,' Billie growls, her hips snapping forward as Harmony gags around her thick length, spit and pre-cum dripping down her chin.
The penthouse door slammed with a crack that echoed through the sleek marble foyer. Billie stood silhouetted against the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows, breathing hard. Her tailored navy suit jacket was crumpled over one shoulder. Her normally pristine silk blouse gaped open at the throat, three buttons undone, revealing the sweat-slicked hollow of her collarbones and the tense cords of her neck. The scent of expensive perfume warred with the sharp tang of adrenaline and frustration clinging to her skin.
Harmony appeared in the arched doorway of the master suite, drawn by the sound. She wore only one of Billie’s oversized, soft cotton t-shirts, her curly brown hair tousled from sleep. Her hazel eyes, still soft from the lingering warmth of their bed, sharpened instantly, taking in the rigid set of Billie’s shoulders, the tight clench of her jaw, the storm brewing in those striking blue eyes. The quiet joy of Aleya's first smile felt like days ago, buried under whatever fresh hell the corporate battlefield had flung at Billie.
"Rough night?" Harmony asked, her voice low, already moving towards her.
Billie’s answer was a guttural sound, more growl than word. She tossed her jacket onto a nearby console, the movement sharp, aggressive. "Fucking vultures," she spat, raking a hand through her dark hair, leaving it wilder. "Thought they could ambush me at the charity gala. Three fucking hours of veiled threats and backhanded compliments over canapés." She stalked past Harmony into the sanctuary of their bedroom, the plush carpet absorbing the angry click of her heels she’d kicked off just inside the door. The fireplace crackled, casting flickering amber light across the vast king-sized bed draped in rumpled dark silk sheets.
Harmony followed, shutting the bedroom door softly but firmly. She leaned back against the solid wood, blocking the exit. Her gaze didn't waver from Billie, who stood near the foot of the bed, vibrating with pent-up fury and exhaustion, her back momentarily turned as she wrestled with the cuff of her blouse. The pale silk strained across the defined muscles of her shoulders.
Without a word, Harmony crossed the space. She moved with a quiet certainty that hadn't been there when she'd first become Billie's PA, a confidence forged in fire. She pressed her body flush against Billie’s back, her arms snaking around the CEO’s waist from behind. She felt the tremor running through Billie, the heat radiating off her skin like a forge. Harmony inhaled deeply, the scent of Billie’s sweat, her expensive cologne, and pure, furious energy flooding her senses. Her hands slid down, fingers deftly finding the clasp of Billie’s tailored black slacks.
Billie stiffened for a fraction of a second, then sagged back infinitesimally into Harmony’s embrace as the zipper hissed open under Harmony’s touch. "Harm..." Billie started, her voice thick, rough.
"Shhh," Harmony murmured against the damp skin of Billie’s nape, her breath hot. "Let me." Her fingers didn't stop. They dipped beneath the loosened waistband, pushing the fine wool slacks down over the swell of Billie’s hips. They caught on her thighs, pooling around her ankles along with the silk lining. Billie stepped out of them mechanically, her breath catching as Harmony’s hands immediately returned, skimming up the backs of her silk-clad thighs.
Harmony sank to her knees on the plush rug. The firelight danced across her face, highlighting the fierce determination in her hazel eyes. Her hands settled on Billie’s hips, holding her still. Billie looked down, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her expression a turbulent mix of anger, need, and a dawning, desperate hunger. The blue of her eyes was almost black in the dim light.
Harmony nuzzled the straining bulge tenting the front of Billie’s black cotton briefs through the thin silk. She inhaled the musk there, potent and uniquely Billie, sending a jolt of answering need straight to her core. Her teeth found the top edge of the briefs, catching the elastic. She tugged down, slowly, deliberately, freeing the rigid length beneath. Billie’s cock sprang free, thick and flushed dark, already glistening at the tip. A low groan tore from Billie’s throat, her hands fisting at her sides.
Harmony didn't hesitate. She leaned forward, her tongue flat and hot, tracing a slow, wet path from the thick base, over the throbbing vein on the underside, all the way to the swollen, leaking head. She swirled her tongue around the sensitive crown, tasting the salty pre-come, savoring the sharp gasp it drew from above. Then, holding Billie's blazing gaze, she opened her mouth wide and took her deep.
Billie cried out, a raw, shattered sound that echoed off the high ceiling. Her hips jerked forward instinctively, seeking more. Harmony relaxed her throat, taking her in, inch by straining inch, until her nose pressed into the coarse curls at Billie’s base. She held there, breathing through her nose, feeling the powerful pulse against her tongue, the desperate tremors shaking Billie’s thighs. Harmony’s hands gripped Billie’s ass, fingers digging into the firm muscle, holding her close, urging her deeper.
"Oh fuck, Harmony... fuck!" Billie panted, her voice ragged, stripped of its usual command. She tangled one hand in Harmony’s hair, not forcing, just holding on, anchoring herself as Harmony began to move. Harmony pulled back slowly, hollowing her cheeks, sucking hard, then plunged down again, taking Billie deep into the wet heat of her mouth. Her tongue worked relentlessly, lathing the sensitive underside, probing the slit, massaging the rigid shaft on each upward stroke. Saliva slicked her chin, glistening in the firelight.
Billie’s breath came in short, sharp gasps. The controlled fury that had carried her through the night dissolved, replaced by a white-hot need that consumed her. Her hips began to move in shallow, involuntary thrusts, fucking Harmony’s mouth with growing urgency. "Yes... god, just like that... take it, baby, take all of me..." she groaned, the words fragmented, desperate. Her other hand braced against the ornate bedpost, knuckles white.
Harmony moaned around the thick cock filling her throat, the vibration pulling another strangled cry from Billie. She felt the tension coiling tighter in Billie’s body, the tremors intensifying. She sucked harder, faster, her own arousal a throbbing ache between her legs, soaking through the thin cotton of the t-shirt. She reached down with one hand, beneath the hem of her shirt, and pressed two fingers hard against her own clit through her panties, grinding in time with her bobbing head. The double sensation – giving and taking pleasure – was electric.
Billie felt the change, the increased desperation in Harmony’s movements, the wet sound of her own cock sliding in and out of that perfect, hot mouth. She looked down, saw Harmony’s free hand working frantically between her own thighs, saw the flush spreading up her neck. The sight, combined with the relentless suction, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room, pushed Billie over the edge.
"Fuck! Harmony... I'm gonna... I'm gonna come!" Billie choked out, her voice breaking. Her hips snapped forward, driving her cock impossibly deep as her orgasm detonated. Thick, salty pulses of come flooded Harmony’s mouth, hot and sudden. Harmony swallowed convulsively, taking it all, her throat working, her eyes squeezed shut in concentration, milking every last drop with strong sucks as Billie shuddered violently above her, held upright only by the grip on the bedpost and Harmony’s hands on her ass.
Finally, the tremors subsided. Billie’s grip on Harmony’s hair loosened, becoming a caress. She slumped slightly, breathing like she’d run a marathon, utterly spent. Harmony pulled off slowly, carefully, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked up, her eyes dark with desire and satisfaction, a faint smear of come at the corner of her lips.
Billie stared down at her, the fierce CEO momentarily vanished, replaced by a woman trembling with aftershocks and raw vulnerability. The city lights glittered beyond the window, indifferent. The only sounds were the crackle of the fire and their ragged breathing.
"Jesus Christ," Billie breathed, her voice wrecked. She reached down, her hand trembling slightly as she touched Harmony’s flushed cheek. "You... you fucking wrecked me."
Harmony leaned into the touch, a slow, smug smile spreading across her face. She rose fluidly to her feet, pressing her body against Billie’s, feeling the rapid thud of her heart. She captured Billie’s lips in a deep, possessive kiss, letting her taste herself. "My job," Harmony murmured against her mouth, her hand sliding down to cup Billie’s softening cock possessively. "Now get these fucking clothes off the rest of the way. Your turn." Her eyes held a familiar challenge, softened by the firelight and the lingering echo of a baby's first smile, still warm in the foundation of their life. The night wasn't over.