《parties // billie eilish》Chapet 79: High For This
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As I enter Billie's room, my eyes widen. It's dark, but one single lamp is spreading a red light over the area. There's a chair in the middle of the room and I can hear music from the speaker as I hear footsteps behind me. I open my mouth as I turn around. Billie is standing there in white, matching lace underwear and a robe, covering her sligthly. Her eyes are dark and I can't explain her face expression as she looks at me.
''Billie,'' I breath out as I realise what's going on.
You don't know what's in store
But you know what you're here for
Close your eyes, lay yourself beside me
Hold tight for this ride
We don't need no protection
Come alone, we don't need attention
She puts a hand on my shoulder, leading me to the wooden chair in the middle of the room. I swallow hardly before sitting down on the chair, making her smile sligthly, her teeth showing. As I shuffle a bit in the chair, she walks around it while keeping her hand on my shoulder. I'm so nervous that I can't even look her in the eyes, so I keep my eyes locked at her white shorts as she keeps walking around the chair. As The Weeknd's vocals fill the dark room, she finally sits down on my lap slowly before grinding against me slightly. She keeps both of her hands on my shoulders as I look her in the eyes for the first time. Her eyes are closed shut but not tightly. I can see how her white teeth are almost shining in the dark room as she smiles before biting her bottom lip. She puts a strand of my dark hair behind my ear before standing up again. I'm about to protest, but she puts my index finger to my mouth as soon as I open my mouth. She walks to my side, putting another strand of hair behind my ear before leaning in. I whimper as I feel her hot breath on my ear.
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''If you make a sound, I'll stop,'' she says with a deep voice, making me bite my lip as I nod slowly.
Open your hand, take a glass
Don't be scared, I'm right here
Even though, you don't roll
Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this
She stands in front of me on me as I sit on the chair, wanting to go to the bedroom as soon as possible, but I know that I can't say anything right now. She turns around and flips her hair, making me gasp as she sits down on my lap again, moving her ass against it. She wants to tease me as much as she can. She wants to make a show. The desperation inside me makes me wanna scream, but I bite my tongue to keep quiet. I move one of my hands to her hip, trying to touch her but she slaps my hand away as soon as my finger collide with her skin. Once again, she turns around, keeping my arm in her grip.
''You can't touch me,'' she says and suddenly, this feels unfair as fuck.
''Fuck,'' I mumble, making her grab my other arm as well, pinning them against the back of the chair.
''Remember what I told you?'' She asks, making me gulp.
''I'm sorry.''
''Shut up,'' she husks before straddling my lap again and moving her body against me once more but this time with higher speed, making me more desperate than ever.
After a while of unbearable teasing, she finally grabs my hand, leading me towards the bedroom. She grabs my face before kissing me softly, backing me up to the bed. With slightly pressure, she puts her hand on my chest so I lay down on my back, looking up at her.
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Take it off, you want it off
'Cause I know what you're feeling
It's okay, girl, I feel it too
Let it be, baby breathe
I swear I'm right here
We'll be good, I promise, we'll be so good
She looks down at me as my body is spread out over the sheets on the bed. Her eyes are filled with lust, making me want her even more as she runs a hand through her hair before straddling my hips. I shiver as her fingers move from my stomach to my chest, tickling the skin. Her eyebrows are slightly furrowed and her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth as she places a kiss on my neck.
Open your hand, take a glass
Don't be scared, I'm right here
Even though, you don't roll
Trust me girl, you wanna be high for this
She finally places her lips on mine, sending goosebumps all over my body as we kiss. The kiss soon gets heated as we connect our lips in every possible angle, both desperately trying to take control. Her hands slip under my shirt, running them up and down my back as I let out a whimper. Her fingers feel so good against my skin and every single touch of hers makes me shiver. It feels like I'm on fire when she moves her body against me. She pulls a way before kissing me from another angle, biting me bottom lip softly.
''What do you want?'' She breaths out into my ear, making goosebumps pop out all over my body.
''You.''
She smirks slightly before kissing down my stomach, making me arch my back as she reaches my inner thighs. As she bites the skin on my thighs slightly, I let out a moan. It feels like hours when she kisses around my lower area, not giving me what I want.
''Please, just do something!''
She eventuallly gives in, making me gasp before breathing uncontrollably. Everything that happened before this just makes everything feel a lot better than usual as she speeds up her movements with her tongue, making me moan quietly as I bite my bottom lip.
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
You wanna be high for this
I roll of her, panting as she opens her arms for me to lay down.
''That was... nice,'' I say, trying not to tell her how much I enjoyed it. I hate making her feel like she's always in charge.
''Wait, what did you say about me not having control a while ago?'' She asks with a laugh.
''Shut up! This was just an exception!'' I say, making her laugh louder as I slap her arm.
''Sure it was.''
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