She kicked off her boots the second the hotel door shut. "Fuck, I need to chill," Billie muttered, voice low and hoarse from the show. She grabbed her phone, dropped onto the bed in just her oversized tee and panties, and opened Wattpad. The search bar filled quick: billie eilish smut. She scrolled until she found one tagged "relax" and hit play on the words.
Her fingers slipped under the waistband without thinking. The story was filthy, straight to it—no buildup, just her character getting eaten out slow and messy on a tour bus. Billie read the lines and felt her clit throb. She pushed two fingers inside herself, already wet, pumping steady while her thumb rubbed circles. "Yeah, just like that," she whispered to the screen, hips rolling.
The story got dirtier. The guy in it had her bent over, spreading her ass, tongue fucking her hole while she moaned his name. Billie added a third finger, stretching herself, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. She read faster, breath coming short, free hand pinching her nipple through the shirt until it stung good.
She came once quick, thighs shaking, but didn't stop. The next chapter had her sucking cock, gagging, spit running down her chin while he called her a good girl. Billie flipped onto her stomach, ass up, phone in one hand, the other working her pussy from behind. She fucked herself hard, imagining the stretch, the taste, the way cum would taste on her tongue. Sweat stuck her hair to her face. She read every crude detail out loud in a whisper, getting off on the words like they were real.
By the third orgasm her arm ached and the sheets were soaked, but she kept going until the story ended on a creampie that left her dripping. Billie tossed the phone, breathing ragged, body loose and spent. "Shit… that hit different," she laughed to herself, rolling onto her back with a satisfied grin. The tension from the day was gone, replaced by that heavy, warm afterglow. She closed her eyes, already thinking about the next search.
