Davis - Billie Jean

Billie Jean

By Claire Davis

Copyright September, 2014 Claire Davis

Originally published as part of the M/M Romance Groups Love's Landscapes event on Goodreads.com

This edition published September, 2014 by Claire Davis

Cover design by Kim Alan; cover image Votash - Fotolia.com

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This story contains sexually explicit content in the form of kinky man-sex and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is distressing ortriggering to some readers: abduction, references to past abuse.

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Acknowledgements

I would like to thank the following people for being so generous. My co-author who chooses to remain nameless. Our fabulous cheerleaders: JenM, Connie, Helna, Layla, Ramona, and VW Singer.. Our loyal readers: JenM, Helna, Connie. Blondie, for her editing services. Debbie McGowan and Kim Alan, who both offered us so much encouragement when we needed it. And Noah, for making me blush and giggle. I love you all dearly.

Dedication

If you have ever felt that you cannot find your place in this world then this book is dedicated to you.

Billie Jean

By Claire Davis

Why is he always, always late?

I manage, by a careful process of squeeze and slithers, to get my legs up on the car dashboard and arrange them rather elegantly against Dans window right leg sprawled outwards and the other leaning on the window. Appearance is everything after all, especially when your boyfriend has apparently abandoned you in favour of piles and piles of crucial paperwork again. Im not usually so petulant (honestly), but its the third time this week hes late and I really wanted to get home so I can

There he is! Descending like a cloud of attitude and masculinity. He even walks fiercely, with a slight swagger as if to dare someone to stop him make my day, punk. God, hes hot. Oh, hes hurrying too a bit could it be he knows hes in the dog house? A smile is sneaking through my pout though, damn it! Just watching him thundering across the car park glaring like a baddie from a TV soap opera reminds me of our naughty cop last night, and, before I know it Im bloody beaming and my whole body is welcoming him like a sunflower facing the sun.

Dan does nothing quietly or with grace. Hes a big, strong, silent lug, with feet like concrete blocks and hands the size of dinner plates. Gentle fingers though, despite his impressive strength Its a wonder the car door doesnt fall off as he wrenches it open, sticks his head and impressive shoulders in, lifts his eyebrows, and blows me a mock kiss.

Sorry, sorry, I know Im late! Got grabbed just as I was about to leave.

Hmm. Did you?

The car shakes as he cheerfully hurls his bag onto the back seat and wriggles in his seat until hes happy hes made as much noise and commotion as is Danly possible. I dont feel ready to give up my I am the victim here stance just yet though. No need to take my legs down just yet plenty of time for me to admire my new double-shade Vans with pursed lips and a sniff. Dan smiles at me pointedly and inclines his head towards the feet.

Nice, arent they? I ask innocently, lifting my jeans up to my knees so he can see the whole shoe show extravaganza. I open my legs a little more for maximum appeal and effect, and even lick my bottom lip. Just a little. He smirks and leans right over me, staring into my face and narrowing his eyes. Then he quickly checks the car park cant be seen having a gay moment and swoops in for a quick, sweet kiss.

You are a filthy tease. Get your lovely legs off my dashboard NOW or Ill and he leans forward and whispers for this last bit smack your arse!

What can any self-respecting guy say to that?

I stick my tongue out, slide my legs off with an enormous scissor kick and sigh as if the worlds shoe production has come to an end. Oh yeah, I showed him We smile at each other; Dan blows me another kiss, and yes. Yes! Theres definitely some mutual meaningful eye contact.

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Weve been together now for about six months. At first, I thought he was Mister Arse with a capital A looking over his shoulder all the time to make sure theres no evidence of him acknowledging my gay existence. Oh, he explained it all (about a million times, perhaps) about his job it was just him being careful, not wanting to put me in any danger yeah, right!

He works for the powlice. Im not even sure what he does really he might have to kill me if I know too much snigger but apparently people are after him. Bad people, he says. Whatever!

When we go to his place, he always checks outside the house before he lets me out the car pisses me off and makes me feel all hot and turned on at the same time! Hes not an arse really, just a bit overprotective. I once asked him as a joke if he could please carry me in, as it was raining, and I really didnt want to ruin my shoes. I thought Id gone too far he stared at me with his hands on his hips, all broody and mean, but then he laughed, dragged me out of the car and without further ado dumped me over his shoulder, hand across my arse. Id like to say I was humiliated and degraded, and maybe I was, but only in a good way.

He carried me all the way to his bedroom, giving me the silent treatment the whole time, which was hotter than it sounds. Just his hand kneading my buttocks I must admit I rubbed off a little on the way. By the time I ended up on the bed I was pretty much over any feelings of resentment or shame. Very much so.

Mustnt ruin these pretty shoes, he muttered earnestly.

Dont you even think about it, I sang dramatically, and watched as he slowly took all my clothes off, staring at me in between the zips and laces, then kissed me all the way from my ear to my big toe, which I wiggled suggestively you missed that bit. He finished with a long, lingering suck and a lick between my toes, as if I was luxury food delicious leaving a tiny kiss between each word salty gentle nibbles round my ankles sweet trailing his chin up my calves, and leaving visible, biting trails up to my thighs as he pushed my legs apart and scrutinised me. I just lay there, completely helpless and admiring, wanting to whimper. Oh, and hard. I started slowly stroking my cock and watched him back, just to see what he would do next. I know I looked good, lying there, naked and hard. Im slim and fit from hours of dancing at college; and judging from the way he feverishly ran his eyes over me, I would say he thought I looked good too.