#LMBOOOOOO MAUDE IVORY I CANT BREATHE JKSNDFS BYE SHE MADE MY DAY

[lucygraysboy]

“my greatest accomplishment, making you sing like this. i wanna listen to you for hours and hours, baby,” billy murmurs raggedly, the thrills going through his lower belly at the sound of her voice make him feel lightweight. his heart a helium-filled balloon. he swears he can feel the white-hot, molten heat radiating from her center and seeping into the black fabric of his dress pants, and it takes all the willpower not to slip a hand underneath her skirt. “you look so beautiful like this. i wish you could see yourself right now,” he breathes, kissing her rosy cheek as sweetly and innocently as he can, taking a moment just to marvel at her. her flushed face, curls tousled where his hand’s messed them up, one pink feather barely hanging on, the tight vest and skirt and cowboy boots… god, can she keep the boots on all night? “what am i goin’ to do with it? what are you goin’ to do with it?” he laughs mischievously but it’s cut short, feeling how his swollen length twitches at the curious touch of her hand. tingling sensations spreading throughout his body, making him lose his mind. he can feel a moan building up in the back of his throat and nuzzles into the crook of her neck, struggling to stifle it. teeth nibbling the soft skin there, sucking as his fingers knead her backside. bathroom. where’s the bathroom? there must be one somewhere in here. he could lock the door, unzip his pants and push her soaked panties to the side and… “fuck,” he groans against her jaw, his whole back alive with goose bumps as her hips grind into his. he wants her to know that he loves it and so he tells her just that, in a whisper right beneath her ear, and then nuzzles into her throat again, letting his hand travel up her vest and palm her small breast. he kisses her until his lungs and lips are burning and aching, certain there’s a wet spot on his dress pant where their bodies keep colliding with each other in wanton abandon, and…

“oh, god.” a mortified gasp escapes him upon hearing the familiar voice of barb azure, coming from right behind him. he kisses the fingertip that’s pressed to his swollen lips, hand letting go of lucy gray’s chest to rest on her hip. “hi, ladies, hello,” he croaks, carefully lowering his little lady so that she can stand on her own two feet. he turns them around so that no one’s talking to his back, but makes sure to keep lucy gray’s petite body in front of his, hiding the part of his body that’s not pulsing and twitching almost painfully. he discreetly tugs her skirt down her thighs, and even attempts to fix that one stubborn feather, refusing to accept the fact that it’s too late for that now. barb azure and maude ivory have already seen more than enough and surely know what’s going on. “that was a… a great show. i was just passin’ by and heard you, guys, playin’ and — yeah, such a great show. you were all wonderful. great.” he stumbles over his words, lucy gray’s lipstick smeared across his mouth, his shirt unbuttoned almost all the way down, falling off his shoulder and exposing the purple mark on his pale skin. his throbbing middle pressed against the songstress’ lower back, strong arms curling around her shoulders. he feigns innocence and smiles sweetly at the pair of old friends, but no one seems particularly convinced. he just nods his head — yeah, of course, he’ll get her to her room. yeah, it’s all good if they leave. yeah, yeah, yeah… “oh, my goodness,” billy laughs once they’re alone again, burying his red face in lucy gray’s hair. maude ivory’s song ringing in his ears, making him feel even more embarrassed. “i wasn’t plannin’ on givin’ you a baby tonight, but… since your cousin already suggested that,” he teases, doing anything in his power to forget about the growing embarrassment. 

“prettiest sounds. mhm.” voice slurs against his ear, nodding her head as she agrees while being so strongly hoisted up, “well, you make me make the prettiest sounds.” lucy gray seductively whispers, another squeak sounding from her when he presses his erection in between her legs with that roll of his hips. feeling the hardness press against her thin lacy panties causes another wave of throbbing electricity to gather in her bundle of nerves, swallowing the lump in her throat, more heat spilling over cheeks and down her neck. it’s almost nauseating at how aroused her body is overly growing. “what’re you goin’ to do with that?” giggling, one arm loosening from around his neck to let a wandering, curious hand touch. fingers gently dragging across the bulge in his pants in between them, her heart rate soaring at feeling the size of it, how solid it is over her fingertips. his strong hands gripping her bottom, hearing baby girl escape his lips, his arousal pressed to her own… “oh god,” lucy gray pants, uncontrollably bucking her hips once- twice against him after her arm is thrown back around his neck. she’s unsure how she’s containing herself from pushing him in a bathroom to rip his clothes off. “well, i gots news. that goes both ways, baby boy.” a smirk curls her messy red lipstick stained lips, giggles spilling into his mouth and heated lips eagerly chasing after his own again while her thighs become wetter and her toes curl inside her sparkly cowgirl boots. kissing him and kissing him until the, “lucy gray,” pulls her out of the heated trance. “HM?” doe eyes become alert, pressing a finger to billy’s lips as she looks around him before she embarrassingly finds barb azure just as embarrassed, “lucy gray, me and maude ivory are ready to go to the motel. i’m goin’ to take me and her on since it’s just across the road. are you goin’ with us?” she questions in concern, maude ivory starting to chant once she realizes that boy to her surprise is BILLY, “ooo— lucy gray and billy sittin’ in the tree. k-i-s-s-i——” a hand is thrown over maude ivory’s mouth, barb azure shutting her up. “oh, yeah, darlin’s. i’ll get my guitar an’ i’ll get billy to take me over there. it’s s’alright, go ‘head. text me when you get in the rooooms, s’okay?” barb azure awkwardly nods to lucy gray’s drunken instructions, only leaving her here since she weirdly has found billy. a trustworthy person, she figures. maude ivory looks up at barb, bursting into giggles at how drunk lucy gray is and as soon as the hand lets go she keeps going, “first comes love! then comes a baby in a baby carri—!” hand directly flops back over maude ivory’s mouth, barb promptly dragging their little cousin out of here before they really do grossly start making babies right in front of them, she thinks.