Cry for Me, Come for Me

Disclaimer: I don't own them. I wish I did. But when I asked them, they got kind of weird and yelled for security. It was very sad. I put a voodoo curse on them. Unfortunately, the curse backfired and I now have a squirrel named Edd who talks to me.

A/N: Thanks to Sarah and Rebel_whatsername for making me happy again. I shall now write smut.

Yeah, there's a dream. But it's nothing like 'At Your Mercy'.

Cry for Me, Come for Me

Billie shook me awake at four in the fucking morning. He wasn't upset, he hadn't had a nightmare, and he wasn't drunk.

"What the fuck do you want?" I pulled a pillow over my head.

"I had a dream."

"Another nightmare? God, Billie, just take a sleeping pill."

"I didn't have a nightmare. I had a dream. A good one. And you were there." He's been watching 'The Wizard of Oz' again. I'm going to shoot him. I swear to God, I am.

"Yeah, well I had a dream, too. But you woke me up."

"Mike, you're such a grump." He slowly runs his leg up my thigh, laughing when I sit up.

"It's. Four. In. The. Morning. Why can't you sleep like a normal person?"

"You know, I didn't hear you complaining the last time I woke you up at four in the morning."

I glare at him. "That's because you woke me up by sucking my cock. Who in their right mind is going to complain about that?"

Billie pauses for a minute. "So . . . if I suck your cock . . . you'll forgive me?"

Before I can respond, his hand is inside my boxers teasing my cock to an incredible hard on. Usually I'm pretty impressed when Billie can do that in less than five minutes. Right now I want to be annoyed, but I'm too fucking turned on.

"Will you forgive me if I suck your cock?" he asks again.

"God, yes. Just do it."

He cocks his head to the side. "You know, you're better at sex when you're pissed."

"Meaning what, exactly?"

He grins and stands up. "I'm not going to suck you off. I'll be in the living room if you want me."

I grab him before he takes a step and throw him onto the bed, straddling his waist. He's just as hard as I am. He giggles and stares up at me, looking innocent and sweet.

Tease.

I grab the hair at the back of his head and pull him up so he's staring at me. I'm really not in the mood for games. "I'll be back in two minutes. When I get back in here you'd better be stripped and laying on your stomach on the bed, you understand?"

I don't wait for him to respond before I leave the room.

I know he's sitting there deciding whether or not he should do what I say. He probably won't. When Billie's in the mood, he likes it rough. Really rough.

I know where everything I need is and it only takes a minute to round it all up. I throw everything unceremoniously into a box. I don't want him to know what's coming (in a manner of speaking).

I open the door to find him sitting on the bed in the same position I was when he left. He's got a cheeky little smile on his face. There is one change in the scene. His boxers have been tossed.

Tease.

I grab him by the hair again and tug his head back. I can see the muscles in his neck straining. "I thought I told you I wanted you to be on your stomach when I came in, whore."

"You did." he chokes out.

"Knees. Now." I let go of his hair and push against his chest. He's in the correct position almost immediately. I wrap the blindfold over his eyes before I do anything else. "If you make a sound while this is going on without my permission, I'm going to gag you and start over. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

I smack his ass hard with my bare hand. "I didn't give you permission to speak."

He whimpers, but I know it's a show. He likes this. He loves this.

"Do you understand?" I ask again.

This time he nods.

"Good." I turn back to the box and pull out the first object. Billie bought this himself at a 'toy' store in Florida. Without warning, I bring the paddle crashing down on his backside.

He bites his lip to keep from . . . well, screaming or moaning. I'm never sure which it's going to be.

I never count how many times I do this. It could be five or fifteen or a hundred. He counts without my asking and tells me afterward. He gets off on it. Kinky little bastard.

But I never stop until his ass is completely red. "Did you like that?" I ask after I set the paddle down.

He nods.

"You can speak."

"Y-Yes." His breathing is irregular. He's panting like a fucking dog.

I run my hands smoothly over his ass. He's so warm. My hands travel up his back, until I can grab his hair again. "Say 'thank you', slut."

"Thank you."

"And how do we show our gratitude?" I release his hair as he turns around, still on hands and knees and still blindfolded. I place my hand under his chin and lead his eager mouth to my erect cock.

Billie Joe can be quite the little slut when he wants to be. I feel myself hitting the back of his throat as he struggles to 'show his gratitude' the best he can. I hear myself moaning as I stare at this blindfolded whore sucking me off.

"Swallow." And he does. It's a struggle of course. He gulps as I erupt into his mouth. I see a small trail of come trailing down the side of his mouth. After he releases me, I run my finger over what he missed and he licks it off eagerly. "Beautiful. You're such a slut. Turn around."

Sometimes it's strange to see Billie obey me so quickly. He's never like that any other time. Billie's a natural rebel, who would consider arguing with you about whether or not the sky is blue. That's why it's so hot to see him beg, to see him on his knees, to watch him play the role of slut so naturally.

He screams out as I start to work the barely lubricated dildo into his ass without preparation. I wait for a moment before continuing. Usually there's preparation. I won't punish him for his outcry. He bites his lip as I continue to work all eight inches into him. He's harder than ever.

"Do you like that?"

He doesn't move.

"I said, 'do you like that'?"

"It hurts." He says it softly as if he's afraid that's what I wanted, that I'm going to drive it in deeper.

"Lay on your back."

He does, a bit slower than than before, wincing slightly at the pressure inside of him. I kiss him, biting on his lower lip. I feel his hard on pressing against me.

He moans when I take his cock in my mouth, his hands finding the skin on my shoulders, the hairs on the back of my neck. "M-Mike . . . Baby, oh god . . . Mike . . ."

I take his hands and press them against the bed beside his hips. His body stops bucking and he resumes to surpressing his moans. This isn't over yet and he knows it now.

I remove my mouth from him just long enough to whisper, "Remember what I told you about coming."

He swears and I laugh before taking him in my mouth again. I feel myself getting hard again as I hear Billie Joe fighting moans, his fingers clenching the sheet, his muscles straining . . .

"Knees." I say, my lips coated in precome.

He finds the position quickly. I slowly pull the vibrator from his now relaxed ass. I coat my length with lubricant, as my tongue slowly traces his hole. I hear him moaning like a two-cent whore as my tongue slips inside. I don't do this often.

Billie loves it, so I deny him most of the time. I stand up, rubbing my hands across the sheet to remove the extra lubricant before grasping his hips. He'll have bruises tomorrow. I slip inside him quickly, enough to hear him gasp but not enough to hurt him severely.

I set a rhythm in him as my lips press against the skin on his back, my teeth nipping hard enough to nearly draw blood. I can hear his moans vibrate against my skin.

One of my hands slowly moves from Billie's hip to his cock. He leans his head back as I touch him, whispering my name. "P-Please, Mike . . ."

He's still straining not to climax as my hand slides up and down his length. He's still struggling when I come inside of him fifteen minutes later.

"Mike . . . please." Tears are escaping from his eyes as he struggles. I know how it can hurt from holding it in so long. "Please . . ." His voice is a breath as I pull out of him. I never stop moving my hand except to flip him onto his back. I start the rhythm again as my lips move to his ear. "When I kiss you, you can come."

My mouth presses against his carnivorously, my teeth biting his lip as he moans wantonly into my mouth. I remove the blindfold quickly and his green eyes stare into mine as he finishes emptying himself into my hand.

We sit up and he licks my hand clean as I wipe the tear stains from his cheeks. He's so beautiful. "Did I hurt you?" I ask as he licks the last drops of his come from my fingers.

"No." He kisses me, allowing me to taste him. "At least," he whispers after we break the kiss, my forehead resting against his, "not in anyway I didn't want. I love you, Mike."

I kiss his cheek. "I love you, too, Billie Joe."

"Am I really that much of a slut?" he asks a moment later.

I grin. "Yeah, babe . . . you are."

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I didn't know if I was going to be able to finish this, but I read Penthouse Letters and got inspired, so I did. I really like this one. It's the first time I've ever written a rimjob in a story. I love spankings though. That's just one of my kinky fetishes.

Any thoughts?