“I won’t feel so bad about stealing them, then.”
“I don’t know. I think I want them back. Like…now.”
Seri giggles as I grab the hem and start pushing the sweats off of her. In return, she pulls my shirt over my head and runs her hands over my chest. Once I get her clothes out of the way, I steer her toward the edge of the bed and press against her shoulder until she’s lying on her back. Then I slowly stroke her from her knees to her thighs. I lean over, kiss her stomach, and then look up at her as I start to move lower.
Seri’s eyes go wide, and I pause until she nods at me. I run my tongue around her navel, then slowly work my way downward until I’m kneeling at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs apart. I lick my lips, then move in to kiss the inside of her thighs, making a line of kisses until I reach her clit.
I circle it with my tongue, moving slowly but keeping up the pressure. Seri clenches, trying to move her legs together, but I hold them apart as I slide my tongue lower and taste her.
“Oh…oh!” Seri tosses her head back and raises her hips.
I enter her with my tongue, using my nose to keep the pressure on her clit as she starts to writhe around me. She’s practically bucking with every move I make, and I move one hand to her pubic bone to hold her in place while rubbing her clit with my thumb.
Her body stiffens and then shudders around me as she moans loudly. I can’t help but smile as I kiss my way up her body, my legs between hers. I’m so hard at this point, I don’t hesitate to bury myself in her soft, warm flesh.
I only get a handful of strokes in before she grips the back of my head and tells me to stop. I glance at her, and I no longer see Seri’s eyes.
“Pick me up,” Iris says.
“What?”
“I said, fucking pick me up!” She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls herself up off the bed.
I stand, grabbing her ass with my hands so I won’t drop her. I slip out, and the cold air on my cock is almost enough to kill my erection.
Almost.
Thankfully.
“Do it, Bishop. Do it right now.” She’s staring at me intently, and the lustful look in her eyes is enough to bring any loss of hardness right back again.
“What?” Hard or not, I still have no idea what she wants me to do.
“Just what your ex said—up against the wall. Now.”
“Oh!” I have to bite down on my lip to keep from laughing as I turn around and walk us both to the wall at the end of the bed.
I have to squat slightly to get the right angle. I shift one hand between us and grab my cock. Once it’s in the right place, I put my palm against the wall and thrust hard.
“Oh, fuck!” Iris screams.
“Like that?”
“Fuck yeah, like that!”
I move my hand down from the wall, slowly stroking over her shoulder and down to her breasts. With my arm wrapped around her backside, I slam into her again. Iris grips my hips with her thighs and slips her hands under my arms to grasp the back of my shoulders.
“Yes! Oh, fuck yes! Harder, Bishop! Harder!”
I comply, thrusting in and out of her as fast as I can. I feel her fingernails digging into my back as she tightens her legs around me, presses the back of her head against the wall, and screams up at the ceiling.
“Oh…shit…fuck!” My knees threaten to buckle, but I hold on as her muscles tighten around me and the cascade of pleasure builds in my abdomen, plummets into my balls, and rockets forward through my cock.
Sweat trickles off my forehead and over my nose. I stroke in and out a couple more times before I press my body up against hers, holding her to the rough, wooden wall as I try to catch my breath.
“Oh, wow, Bishop! That was incredible!”