Friends With Benefits: Bill Skarsgard... Chapter 7 (NSFW)
“This is nice.” Bill commented, pushing his face further into the back of my neck.
Goosebumps erupted all over my body and I nestled back further into his form, gripping his fingers tighter as I mindlessly fiddled with them.
“I never thought we’d actually be doing this.” I replied, thinking back to that first day we ever met.
“Shut up, no you didn’t.” I laughed, turning my head back to look at him briefly.
“I so did, well, up until you completely friend zoned me.”
“I did not friend zone you!” I laughed louder, Bill did too.
“You totally did! You didn’t even give me a chance to ask you out before you’d shoved me into the friend zone and locked me in there.” He joked, tickling at my sides so I squirmed harder.
“Bill! Please, stop!” I shouted, trying to move away in a fit of laughter.
“Okay, okay.” He chuckled, allowing me to catch my breath.
I blew some stray hairs out of my face and tried to calm my heaving chest, coughing slightly but returning back to my previous position of laying against Bill and playing with his hands.
It was silent for a moment before Bill spoke again.
“I was serious about what I said to you earlier, you know.”
I frowned in confusion as to what he was referring to and my silence caused Bill to laugh into my skin, wrapping his arm around my waist and letting his free hand drape over my hip.
“I want you to be my wife.” He continued and I stopped messing with his fingers almost immediately, as soon as the words left his lips.
It took me a moment before I turned over on the narrow couch and faced him, causing him to have to move too and wrap his arm more securely around me to stop me from falling.
“Wanna repeat that?” I hesitantly asked, not quite sure how to take his comment.
As I’ve mentioned before, Bill had a weird sense of humour and sometimes you had to take a brief second just to think your response over.
“I want you to be my wife.” He imitated and this time I just about managed to process what he said through the shock.
“You’re fucking crazy.” I said slowly, making sure to pronounce my words very clearly.
Bill just grinned and kissed me quickly as soon as I finished speaking.
“Crazy about you.” He smartly replied, his lips curving upwards into a satisfied smile.
I rolled my eyes at him but returned his kiss, which he deepened.
We engaged in a full blown make out session that ended up with Bill on top of me on the couch, his hand shoved up my top and his mouth making good work on my neck.
“Not here, in the bedroom.” I begged, suddenly very self conscious of the large window that overlooked the city.
Bill paused and pulled back, nodding in agreement and pushing his now partly dishevelled fringe out of his face.
He gave me a hand up off the couch but barely gave me a second to gather myself before I was thrown over his shoulder, the sudden change in gravity making me let out a squeal that merely made Bill slap my backside playfully.
I was giggling all the way to the bedroom, where Bill promptly threw me onto my bed and leered over me.
Our mouths connected once more and I hurried to untuck his shirt from his trousers, yanking open his belt, fighting with the buttons on the trousers as Bill did the same with my jeans, making quick work of pulling the skin tight material down my legs and throwing them somewhere in my room.
His shirt was soon on the floor and the t-shirt I’d borrowed from Bill soon followed suit, leaving me kneeling on the bed in just my plain bra and silky underwear.
Bill was stood infant of me, in only his suit trousers that were hanging open and revealing a slither of his boxer briefs, I licked my lips before moving up his body and placing small kisses down his throat to his chest, before licking a trail from his navel to the top of his underwear.
He completely melted into my touch, lust obviously overpowering him because he’d soon grabbed my hand and given me a look that meant he’d be taking control if I didn’t hurry up and do something.
I smiled innocently and Bill let out a breath, but it was soon hitched in his throat when I’d dragged his trousers to the floor with his underwear.
He was completely revealed to me and I had to take a second to admire him, because nothing quite compared to gazing over his perfect form.
I admired the way he was slim yet muscular, the way his arms flexed whenever he moved or the way in which the muscles in his back tensed whenever I dragged my nails down his skin whenever I was overwhelmed with pleasure.
But my god, one of the things that turned me on the most was the way in which his hips dipped and formed a perfect ‘v’ shape that lead to something so special.
“Mya, please.” He begged, practically trembling under my touch.
I complied with his pleads and took his erection in my hand and using the tip of my tongue, I licked from bottom to top which evoked a breathless moan from him and he grabbed a fistful of my hair but was careful as not to hurt me.
I loved the way Bill become putty in my hands and I really loved that I could make him feel so much enjoyment, it bought me great satisfaction.
It wasn’t long before Bill was using his grip on my hair to move my mouth at his pace and I could only assume it was because he didn’t want to get too close to finishing, I scratched my fresh, oxblood coloured nails down his stomach and he grunted, pulling my hair to get me to stop moving.
I pulled back and wiped the corners of my mouth, looking at him through my lashes.
He said nothing to me at that second, only reached behind me to unclasp my bra and rip it from my body.
“Hold your hands out.” He ordered, his tone strict and firm.
I raised my eyebrows but didn’t dare question him, only held my hands out with my wrists touching.
Bill was quick to grab my wrists and hold them as he felt for his belt on the floor, tying it tightly around my wrists before I could intervene.
“Is this a joke?” I asked uncertainly, sitting stiffly as I watched him stand naked before me, running his fingers through his hair which he knew made me soaking wet.
Although I must admit, the anticipation of what was about to happen made my underwear really damp.
Bill didn’t reply, he didn’t even let out a murmur.
He yanked my legs towards him and I fell onto my back, with my tied hands above my head and the feel of the soft sheets were somewhat comforting against my skin.
Bill crouched down and glanced at me devilishly just before I felt him begin leaving kisses that started at my ankle, lead to my knee and began to descend down the inside of my thighs.
I squirmed beneath his touch, nothing but a slave to his contact.
“Stay still.” He spoke against my skin, gripping onto the ankle of my other leg.
It was hard to resist the urge to pounce even though I knew it would have consequences and Bill would tease me and deprive me further.
I could feel his hot breath against the silk of my underwear and I couldn’t help but buck my hips, Bill made a sound of disapproval.
“I’ve just told you to stay still.”
I let out a whimper and clenched my thighs together, only for Bill to harshly yank them apart.
He placed a kiss on the outside of my underwear, exactly where my clit was.
I let out a sigh of relief when I felt him push the fabric of my underwear to the side and lick deeply, his lips finding the right spot almost immediately.
I let out a yelp when I felt him bite gently, and my hips bucked once more which caused Bill to pull away and shake his head disapprovingly.
“Are you kidding? Keep going!” I cried out and Bill shook his head, yanking my underwear down my legs.
“I told you not to move and you did, so no, I won’t keep going.” He pronounced, pushing his way between my legs and I mentally cheered in satisfaction, because all I wanted was to feel him and for the need between my legs to disappear for a short while.
My head tipped back against the sheets once Bill entered me and I clenched around him, my eyes fluttering shut.
I couldn’t help the small moans that escaped my lips, I was in paradise.
Bill thrust hard, hitching one leg high on his hip as he moved deeper within me.
My tied hands were clutching at the sheets above my head, but all they wanted was to be free and clawing at his back as he filled me.
“Marry me.” Bill grunted from above me, causing my eyes to snap open.
“You really need to stop saying shit like that.” I replied and all he did was stay quiet but continue thrusting.
“Marry me.” was all he repeated and this caused me to dig my knee into his side.
He ceased all movement but stayed above me, flicking the hair from his face and reaching down to remove the belt from my wrists, throwing it to the side and leaning over me with a hand either side of my head.
He stared into my eyes, making no attempt to continue moving.
“You’re giving off weird vibes.” I muttered, leaning up to kiss him to which he responded and kissed me back.
“I’m not giving off weird vibes, I’m just asking you a question that simply requires a one word answer.” He smartly shot back, leaning down to lick a line down my chest, right between my breasts.
“You’re asking questions that make you sound fucking crazy.”
Bill moved his mouth to my pierced nipples, tugging at the metal bar,
“And like I told you earlier, I’m crazy about you.” He retorted with a grin and I narrowed my eyes at him.
“What’s your deal?” I questioned and he shrugged easily.
“I just want you to marry me.”
“So let me get this right, you’re just casually asking me to marry you… despite the fact you only asked me to be your girlfriend a couple of hours ago?” I said slowly, and he nodded like it was the most simple thing ever.
“Basically and I’m deadly serious, sweetheart.” He swore, his eyes scanning my face.
I nodded and licked my lips before flipping us over so I was on top, bracing myself against his strong chest.
“You can’t just ask me like that.”
“And why not?” He wondered to which I let out a short laugh.
“You’re insane, Bill.” I laughed, rotating my hips gently against his.
“I’ll ask you once more… will you marry me?” He asked again.
“Keep asking, maybe one day you’ll get the answer you’re looking for… or not.” I teased and he chuckled beneath me, rubbing his thumbs over my hip bones and encouraging more movement from me.
“I’ll never stop asking until you say yes.”
- so I finally got this short one up, woooo!