“I want to do something else,” I blurt out as I realize that the buzzing in my veins and the pleasure cramping between my legs is driving me to be bold.
Bishop spins around from the dresser and I see a brief flash of joyful surprise before his eyes darken to a deep emerald color. He comes toward me—prowling actually—until we’re standing toe to toe. He looks down at me but doesn’t make a move.
I’d hoped my bold proclamation would have him taking charge by now, but he just stares at me, waiting for me to explain, I guess.
I try to swallow past the dryness in my throat, all of a sudden feeling exposed and vulnerable. I have never really been a good aggressor when it comes to sex, not having quite the confidence in my sexuality.
“What do you want to do, Brooke?” Bishop asks me in a strained voice. “Because you can do anything you want to me. You can ask me to do anything to you, and I will.”
A full-body shiver overtakes me and my eyes squeeze shut in hopes of getting control of myself. I give a hard shake of my head and force myself to look him dead in the eye. “No. Not like that.”
“What do you mean?” he asks, his voice rough but also so very gentle.
“I want you to tell me what to do,” I say in a small voice that I hope doesn’t come off as pathetic. “I want you to do to me what you want.”
A rumbling growl slips out of him and he bends his head to get a little closer to me. “Brooke,” is all he says, and it sounds like he’s warning me. That perhaps I’m provoking him in a way that I shouldn’t be, and he wants me to back off.
I start to take a step backward, but his hand is on the back of my neck, holding me in place. “Explain, Brooke,” he orders me. His voice is still tender, as if he doesn’t want to scare me, but it’s an order all the same.
Okay…might as well just go for it. I suck in a sharp breath through my nose and let it out the same way to give me just a brief moment to gather my wits. Reaching out, I put my hands on his waist and tip my head back so I can see him clearly. “I like it when you’re in control. That first night…I really liked…when you were behind me and…”
My voice trails off, unable to even bring myself to say the words as we stare at each other with our faces only inches apart and his expression growing so fierce and intense.
His hand squeezes my neck. “You mean you liked it when I finger fucked your ass?”
The flood of wetness that soaks my panties is almost embarrassing, but I manage to nod. Might as well tell the full truth. “You didn’t even ask my permission. Didn’t know if I would like it. You just took it for yourself and, well…that confidence you had knowing I’d like what you did…that’s what really turns me on.”
“Christ,” Bishop mutters before his mouth crashes down hard on mine. He kisses me so deeply that he bends me backward with an arm slipping around my waist to keep me from crashing to the floor. His other hand moves from my neck to the back of my head, and he grips my hair so hard it stings. My answering moan tells him how much I like it.
Ripping his mouth away from mine, he stares at me a moment, eyes blazing with wickedness. He lowers his head and rubs his nose along mine. A tender gesture, yet his voice sounds ravaged and raw when he says, “Your ass is all mine, Brooke. And I’m going to enjoy the process working you up to taking my cock. You got that?”
I manage to nod, feeling my panties getting more wet. The thought of him doing that to me—controlling me in a way I’ve never let happen before—both terrifies and exhilarates me.
“But right now,” he continues, his fingers gripping my hair even tighter. “I’m going to take something else from you.”
I swear I can feel my pulse hammering away in my clit, and the need for me to touch myself is almost unbearable. I let out a shaky sigh. “What’s that?”
“Going to take that beautiful fucking mouth,” he says. “I’m going to take it and fuck it. I’ve been dying to watch those lips spread wide and hug my cock. Want to see how tight your throat is. Watch it move as you swallow me.”
“Oh God…Bishop,” I groan, my mouth actually watering in anticipation.
“Get on your knees for me, Brooke,” he commands in a raspy voice that ripples with something dark and almost dangerous. I find I like it a lot and I wonder what kind of girl that makes me.