His lips smash back onto mine as he lifts me off the wall and walks me into the room. His palm skims down my spine until it gets to my bra clasp, and then he flicks it off with one simple twist of his wrist. Spinning me around, he throws me onto my bed, with nothing covering me expect for my lace panties.
He tilts his head as he pulls off his shirt. “You a virgin? And be honest.”
“Does it matter?”
He shrugs. “Not really. But answer the question, because I don’t feel like being gentle.” He throws his shirt onto the ground while walking up to me, a smirk plastered on his mouth. A mouth I want to chew on, and a chest I want to scratch. Running my eyes up his beautiful body, every muscle trained, every single inch of Bishop Vincent Hayes is perfect. If I weren’t so horny, I’d want to punch him for being so flawless.
My eyes lock onto his as I smile sweetly. Shaking my head slowly, I mouth, “I’m not.”
“Fuck.” He loosens his belt and crawls up the bed with it dangling off his loose ripped jeans. Each crawl he takes toward me, I lie back farther onto my back, until eventually he’s hovering over me. Gripping onto my wrists, he slams them above my head, his legs coming between mine to stretch them wider. I close my eyes briefly, inhaling his scent as his flesh gently rubs over mine. He drops his lips down to mine, and as soon as his tongue dives into my mouth, I suck on it and twirl my tongue around him. He groans again, pulling back and running his tongue over my jaw.
“Shit,” I whisper, the way his smooth tongue and kisses are trailing over my sensitive flesh becoming overwhelming. Dragging his tongue down, he pulls my nipple into his mouth until the cool air is replaced with warm, needy saliva. My back arches into him, and his grip around my wrists above my head tightens.
“Keep still.”
Jesus, what? I loosen, attempting to harbor my breathing, but failing because of the trickery his tongue is playing with my nipple. He drags it down the flesh of my breast, dipping it into my sternum. Licking lower, he looks up at me from below as he sucks all over my flat stomach, until he reaches the elastic of my panties. His other hand comes down and tears them off, flicking them across the room. He leans back and stares at me intensely.
I squirm silently. I’m not that shy when it comes to sex, and I’ve only had it a couple of times. My first time doesn’t count, but the only other guy I’ve ever had sex with was a guy from my last school. We were together for three months. I had no friends, as usual, but he took me under his wing anyway, introduced me to the football team. None of the girls liked me. I wasn’t a cheerleader and wasn’t on the same social level as Jacob, so in their eyes, I was nowhere near good enough for him. We were together for those awesome three months and were quite sexually active. Until I found him in bed with Stacey Chance, the biggest slut of the school. It ended instantly.
But the way Bishop is staring at me, down there, has me fighting to squirm.
“Damn.” He licks his bottom lip, and my eyes blaze open, landing on his instantly. “That right there is the sexiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.” Oh, Jesus. His dirty words shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. He drops his head forward while his eyes stay on mine. “Keep your eyes open, kitty,” he growls from between my thighs, the vibration shaking my clit. Then he presses his tongue against my folds, circling my entrance slowly, then looks down to what he’s doing before running his tongue up my slit, finding my clit.
My chest rises and falls as my breathing rattles, and my eyes fight to stay open. I keep them on him and watch as his lips wrap around my clit, cloaking me with his warm, needy mouth. “Oh shit,” I whisper, my pussy clenching, tingling, aching, and pleading for him to go harder and faster, but he doesn’t. He kisses me down there, and then drags his tongue back down to my opening, slipping it inside before hitting my neediest spot. My head swings back as my hands curl into his hair and my hips rise, grinding against his face. Moaning, I lick my lips as my grip tightens, but then it’s gone, and all I’m left with is the cold air brushing over where his mouth was.
I look back down at him, wondering what the fuck caused him to stop. He swings my leg over so I’m on all fours, slaps my ass, and pulls his cock out. “I told you to keep your eyes on me.” I peek at him over my shoulder, hiding my smile. He grins at me, pumping his sexy, thick length, his eyes rolling to the back of his head sensually before coming back to mine, this time with dark undiluted heat. “Bad kitty.”