“Guide me in,” I order her through gritted teeth. My dick is fucking hard as a rock, which usually isn’t the case after I take my time going down on a woman. I generally need a little bit of extra stimulus to get it fully ready to punch home, but everything about my eating Brooke’s pussy turned me way the fuck on. I needed nothing but the condom and I was ready.
Her hand curls around my shaft and she squeezes me hard.
“Mmmm,” I involuntarily groan.
She rubs the tip of my dick through her wetness before planting me dead center and I give a tiny push. Christ…so tight, and despite the condom covering me, I can feel the fiery heat of her flesh permeating and coating me.
I rotate my hips and work my way in slowly. Despite that orgasm and finger fucking, she’s still incredibly tight. I definitely don’t want to hurt her, even though my baser instincts are driving me to plunge in deep and hard.
Staring mesmerized at my cock disappearing inside of her, I realize that there’s some small part of me that’s actually a tiny bit grateful this all happened. Granted, it’s the part that’s controlled by my dick, but still…if I have to spend a few weeks in a fake engagement, it just doesn’t get any better than Brooke Perron.
“Bishop?” Brooke whispers, and I let my gaze slowly glide up her body until she has my attention. I slide in the last inch and bottom out. Her eyelashes flutter briefly before she focuses on me again.
Her expression puts me slightly on edge. It’s almost wistful, but perhaps it’s just guilt I’m seeing.
Regardless, I’m not prepared when she says, “In this moment…right now…not sorry at all for how this has all gone down.”
Never in my life have I had such a laugh-out-loud sort of moment while fucking a woman, but my head tips back and I’m all flashing teeth and barking laughter. When I look back at her, she’s grinning right back at me.
A shared understanding that perhaps this just isn’t going to be that bad passes between us. If super fucking amazing sex is the burden we have to carry, so be it.
“You can fuck me now,” she says with amusement. “And don’t be gentle, okay?”
Now she’s talking my language. I bring my body down onto hers and give her just what she asked for.Chapter 6Bishop“Here’s what I don’t get,” Dax says as we sit at our kitchen table. He’s downing a five-egg omelet he cooked up and I’m halfway through a strawberry whey protein shake. Dax likes to eat big first thing the morning, but at least one hour before his workout. I don’t get hungry until midmorning, so I start off with a shake, but by the time I’m done working out, I could eat a moose.
Dax had been my roommate in New York for the last three years, and over that time living and working together, he’s become the closest friend I’ve ever had.
“What’s that?” I prompt him before he can take another bite of his food.
“How did she not know who you were that first night when you met?” he asks, his tone appropriately inflected with sarcasm and a healthy dose of skepticism. He’s past the laughing stage and is now actually kind of worried for me. I’d just finished filling him in on how dinner went with her father.
This was something I’d wondered too, and to be honest, I thought perhaps she set me up. But that thought was fleeting, and for two reasons. The first was that I don’t get any type of vibe off Brooke other than she’s a genuinely nice woman. She uprooted herself and moved to Phoenix because she was concerned about her dad and the obvious depression he’d been suffering since his wife died. Brooke told me a lot more about that last night.
In between the times we were fucking.
Second, I straight-out asked Brooke about it. “You seriously didn’t know who I was when I introduced myself to you?”
“I swear I didn’t,” she said, then dragged the tip of her index finger in an X pattern across her chest. That got my eyes sidetracked on her tits and I had to play around with her nipples a bit. When I finally left her alone, she explained. “I love hockey. I follow my dad’s team, which was the Phantoms and now it’s the Vengeance. I go to a lot of the games. But that’s about as involved as I am with the sport. It’s just not all consuming to me.”
It was plausible. I mean, there’s over five hundred players in the league, and even though I play against them, I don’t know all of them. I watch the leading point scorers and the division rankings, so I know quite a bit, but why would Brooke do that unless she was just really into the sport as a superfan?