“Okay,” I say softly.
His lips curve upward, and it’s only then that I’m able to see his shoulders relax, indicating that my answer was very important to him.
“Good,” is all he says.Chapter 10Brooke“I’ve…never…done this…before.” My words come out all chopped up as I pant. Bishop’s fingers are between my legs, which are spread wide.
“That’s not true,” Bishop says with his mouth by my ear. “I’ve gotten you off a few times with my fingers.”
I shake my head, the back of which is pressed into his shoulder. He sits behind me in my bathtub, his erection thick and hard against my back.
Sucking in a huge breath through my nose, I manage to grit out, “I mean…take a bath with a guy before.”
Bishop’s index finger strums my clit, and his other arm is wrapped around me with a huge palm squeezing a breast. His mouth is still by my ear, tickling it with his breath. I’m so close, but he just made me come twice in the bedroom and he’s making me work for this one. Taking his time, fluttering touches that build me up so damn slowly.
“Brooke,” Bishop murmurs, and his voice is so sexy my toes curl. “A bath seemed like the perfect thing to do after you begged me to come on your tits a little bit ago.”
I groan and thrust my pelvis upward. His laugh is wicked in my ear as he keeps giving me his dirty talk and gentle finger. “I was surprised to hear you ask for that. Surprised and delighted. Knowing you’re a dirty girl.”
My head shakes left to right in silent denial, but God…I think he’s right. The words that come out of my mouth are practically foreign to me when Bishop has me all wild and out of control. And I feel like it takes him barely any effort to get me there. Not but fifteen minutes ago, he had me spread-eagled on my bed and was fucking me so deeply and slowly I absolutely fucking lost my mind.
I’d actually begged him to come on me, something I’ve never done before. It was magical watching the transformation on his face go from deep pleasure to harsh need. He moved from slow and deep to hard and fast, and in moments he was pulling out, whipping the condom off, and coming all over my chest.
“Going to let me fuck that mouth at some point?” he asks, voice all low and husky.
“Yes,” I moan without any hesitation. It’s something I’d been thinking about because he has such utter control of me when it comes to sex, for once, or maybe a few times over the next few weeks, I want him at my mercy.
“Going to swallow every bit of me?” he prods, with his words and his finger. His pressure increases on my clit, which is so oversensitized right now the gentle flow of warm bathwater is contributing to my pleasure.
“I will,” I promise him, and that causes a reaction. I can feel his dick jerk against my back and he groans, pressing his lips into my neck.
“Can’t wait for that, baby,” he croons, and starts moving his fingers faster.
Rougher.
I break away and start falling, feeling the orgasm rushing upward to meet me. I try to plant my feet against his ankles for leverage, and when the pleasure erupts and starts to shred me, my hips shoot upward in a demand for more. Bishop sinks his fingers into me; not sure how many, but I feel so full. I can feel myself rippling around them, grabbing them…sucking them in deeper.
“That’s it,” he praises me softly before biting my ear kind of hard.
I like it.
I sag backward onto his body and my head lolls on his shoulder. My hand covers his, keeping him lodged inside of me for a few blissful moments. I feel his lips press against my neck again as he whispers, “I love making you come.”* * *—
“This is kind of weird,” I murmur, and Bishop’s arm tightens around me.
We’re spooning.
In my bed.
Ready to go to sleep.
His voice is heavy and relaxed. “You mean sleeping together?”
“Yeah,” I say as I bring a hand up to stroke the back of his hand, which is splayed across my stomach. “I mean…like we even got semidressed and crawled into bed like adults.”
Bishop chuckles. It felt weird getting into bed naked to go to sleep. I mean, nothing weird about the bath, him getting me off, and then pulling me out to bend me over the sink. But when we dried off and Bishop announced he was staying all night, my first thought was to put on panties and a T-shirt. I’d felt suddenly vulnerable.
He made no comment as he watched me do this, and I was oddly relieved when he slipped on his boxer briefs. God, he looked amazing with all those muscles and just that thin, stretchy fabric covering his goods.