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Steve had been good. A model boy, king of the school, his parents’ pride, a loyal friend. Everything changed when damn Billy Hargrove arrived in Hawkins. Curse him and his perfect hair, his charming smile, and his silver tongue. Billy could talk anyone into anything: a teacher into changing a grade, some random girl into going for a ride with him, someone’s mom into fucking him while her husband was at work. And he always got away with it.
Like a hurricane, the blond burst into Steve’s calm, orderly life. Everything inside him boiled over at the mere sight of Hargrove—his perfect muscles, that damned smile. Billy smelled of tobacco, cologne, leather, and gasoline. That mix of scents made Steve lose his mind. The former king of the school didn’t even realize how he’d ended up in the back seat of a blue Camaro.
“God, Steve…” the blond breathed shakily. “You’re such a bitch.”
Billy crashed into his plump lips with heat. Steve slid his hands under the red shirt, demanding it be taken off. Stupid buttons kept him from touching the hot, tanned skin.
“You…” Billy kissed every freckle on Harrington’s neck, “my hungry bitch.”
“Hargrove!” Steve flushed. “Shut your filthy mouth right now!”
He yanked the blond closer and snarled at him. Billy’s smugness irritated him.
“Oh, come on, princess.” Billy ran his tongue over his lower lip, biting it. “I know you like it.”
He placed his palm over the bulge in the brunet’s jeans.
“You get off when I call you my bitch.” His grip tightened. “You love moaning under me like a needy little bitch.”
Steve couldn’t take it and broke into a moan.
“And you know what, Harrington?” Billy brushed a lock of hair off Steve’s flushed face. Steve was breathing heavily, nostrils flaring. The car was too hot and too cramped to shove this puffed-up peacock away and run.
All Steve could do was look up at him through long lashes while Billy pressed his thumb to his lip and pushed a finger into his hot mouth.
“I’m going to feed you every inch of my cock,” Billy bared his teeth. Something animal flashed in his eyes. “You’ll be screaming under me while I fuck you like a bitch.”
Steve moaned blissfully and closed his eyes when Billy squeezed his dick harder through his jeans. He was ready to come from the dirty words alone.
That was the sin of perfect Steve Harrington. Noble King Steve couldn’t live out this fantasy with any of the girls he dated.
Everything went to hell when Billy appeared in his life. The new king. He had nearly driven Steve off the team. He clung to him at every opportunity. Licked his lips like a hungry wolf when he looked at him. And that time in the locker room showers…
“Oh, fuck, Billy, shut up…”
Steve pulled him closer, burying his fingers in the blond curls. His tongue invaded Billy’s mouth, tangling with his. Billy liked it when Steve lost control and tried to take charge. But today he had other plans for his princess.
“What’s wrong, kitten…”
He pulled back, holding Steve by the chin. A finger slid over his swollen lips.
“I think I’ll find a better use for your mouth. You talk too much.”
Billy jerked Steve by the collar of his fluffy sweater, grabbing his toned ass. He sat back, spreading his legs wide, and ran a hand through Harrington’s soft hair.
“If you want me to fuck you today, work with that pretty mouth, kitten.”
Steve clenched inside. The heat of Billy’s body stole his breath. Billy pressed lightly on his head, indicating the hard cock beneath tight jeans.
Settling onto all fours, Steve swallowed loudly and undid the zipper.
Damn Billy Hargrove—even his dick was beautiful.
His tongue slid over hot skin. At Billy’s approving “yeah,” Steve took the head into his mouth, circling it with his tongue.
“Good kitten… slower. You know how I like your mouth.”
Billy grabbed the dark hair at the nape of Steve’s neck, making him glare up from below. The blond only grinned and bit his lip in response.
Fucking Harrington sucked like magic. No girl had ever given head the way Steve could. Billy was sure Steve had a natural talent and didn’t understand how he’d spent all that time fucking girls.
Billy ran a hand down his spine, making Steve arch. He didn’t really like fucking in cars, but he had no patience left to drive anywhere else.
Billy hooked his fingers into Steve’s black pants and pulled them down with his underwear. Cool air brushed over his skin, raising goosebumps. Every touch from those damned beautiful hands burned.
A slap to the ass made Steve grunt in protest.
“What is it, kitten? Don’t like it?”
Another slap.
“Looks like you got distracted.”
He pushed Steve deeper onto his cock, down to the throat. Steve panicked—his throat clenched and trembled, tearing a long moan from Billy. The blond released him, letting him breathe.
“Suck, or I’ll fuck your throat like the last whore until you choke and drown in my cum.”
Steve’s vision swam. He stared into Hargrove’s blue eyes while spit stretched in a thin thread back to the hard cock. He lowered himself again, licking every curve, every vein. He lapped up the drops of precome, pressing on the urethra.
“Stevie… oh…”
Billy leaned back in pleasure.
“What a little hungry bitch you are.”
He licked his fingers and pressed them to Steve’s ass while he stayed on all fours. He pushed one finger easily into the tight ring of muscle.
“I’d lick your fucking hole all day…”
Then a second finger pushed in, stretching the yielding walls.
“You’re leaking like a bitch in heat.”
He yanked Steve by the hair, pulling his mouth off the cock.
“Whose cock do you want?”
“Y-yours…” his voice rasped.
Billy’s fingers slammed into his tight ass.
“I can’t hear you, Harrington,” the blond growled. “Whose bitch are you?”
“Yours… I’m your bitch, Billy…”
Steve came with a loud moan, staining the car upholstery. He collapsed weakly onto Hargrove’s knees, realizing he hadn’t touched himself once.
“Fuck, Harrington…”
Billy shoved him onto his back and thrust in all the way. Steve’s eyes flew open. After orgasm, everything felt ten times sharper. Every deep thrust tore screams from him. Billy fucked into him roughly, not caring how their car rocked treacherously.
Steve clawed at his tanned shoulders, trying to hold onto something and not dissolve in the sensations. Billy smirked at the lust-drunk expression on Harrington’s face beneath him. He felt how Steve clenched around his cock when he slammed in fully.
That frantic pace was exactly what his kitten liked.
A few more thrusts and Billy came with a drawn-out groan inside him, filling Steve with hot cum. The thought made him close his eyes in satisfaction.
Steve came a second time—again from nothing but being fucked.
They stayed like that for a while, breathing hard, trying to recover. Billy pulled out, drawing another moan from Steve.
“Holy shit…”
The blond watched as cum slowly leaked out and laughed, covering his mouth. His cock twitched traitorously.
“You’re such an asshole, you know that?” Steve weakly kicked him in the shoulder and covered his eyes, unable to move anymore.
“I know,” Billy kissed him smugly. “And I also know you’re my bitch.”