Bayou Bishops Box Set: Books 1-12

CHAPTER 9

Sahvrin was wondering how he’d survive this without having an orgasm. She’d won the last game and he was spreading a blanket on the floor for his massage. Mon Dieu, maybe he was a masochist.

“Shirt on or off?” she asked, as he removed it. “Guess off,” she said, her nervous excitement showing. “I should warn you I don’t have a lot of knowledge about this.”

He lay on the floor. “I’m sure you have a decent amount about the male body given your two years of education.”

“But, a sex therapist doesn’t learn about how to massage.”

“What does she learn?” he wondered, waiting with his hard cock pressing into the floor.

“Not about massaging,” was all she managed to finally sputter.

“It’s a good thing you switched majors,” he said, smiling to himself.

“I’m starting. Do you mind if I…kneel above you, uh straddle your…hips?”

Mon Dieu, did she forget all her vocabulary? “Please do,” he said.

“And why is it a good thing I switched majors?” she asked, stroking her hands softly over his back.

“Because you can’t hardly speak to the opposite sex without getting worked up.”

He wished he could see her face. “I talk to the opposite sex just fine,” she said, her hands like silk along his skin as she seemed to absently rub.

“You know that massage involves working the muscle, not just masturbating my skin.”

She gasped and he chuckled when she smacked him. “I was distracted by this tattoo. Is this like a seal?”

“Mmm. Yes. Of the organization I belong to.”

“Like…a swamp gang?”

“Something like that.”

“How interesting.”

“You’re tickling me.”

“Sorry.” She got busy with pressing her fingers into his muscle and the feeling was fucking orgasmic.

“You like it?” she asked when a lusty groan slipped.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“You’re so tight,” she said, sounding amazed. “And hard.”

The Bishop stepped up to war with Saint Sahvrin, insisting she was purposely tempting and needed to answer for it. “You sound surprised.”

“I am. You’re laying here and it feels like you’re using your muscles.”

“I am,” he assured.

“Well…try to relax.” She tried to help by roaming her silky hands all over his back.

“That’s not helping,” he said fighting back another cock-burning groan.

“Does it tickle?”

“Yes.” All over his fucking balls.

“I told you I don’t know what I’m doing. Where did you learn how to massage, you’re like a professional. Never mind, maybe I don’t want to know.”

She’d done it again, obliviously told him she was jealous. “Why wouldn’t you want to know, Ma Petite?” he decided to push.

“I just…don’t. It’s not my business.”

“I learned it from my first girlfriend,” he said, or the Bishop said.

She didn’t speak for a moment. “Good for you.” Her touch gradually went from delicate to a baker working dough. “I did learn things,” she added now, making him grin as he waited to hear. “I learned tons of sex stuff in the Kama Sutra book.”

His eyes slowly opened with the throb of his cock. “The what book?”

“It’s supposedly an ancient text on all the ways to have sex. Emotional, mental, and physical.”

“Emotional sex?” The hell was that?

“Right, so, it’s all about breathing, and sighing, and feeling.”

“So you think this is bullshit?” At least her tone implied it.

“I mean, I don’t know, it kind of sounds a little…circus-ish.” He grunted when she began karate chopping all over his back now. “And the positions! Talk about a freak show. Like…humans-are-not-made-to-bend-at-those-angles kind of freak show. Am I doing good?” she wondered.

“Yes, very,” he strained, wishing she’d sit on him. “If you get tired and need to sit, you can.”

“Oh…. Okay.” But she didn’t. “Soooo,” she said lightly. “Your first girlfriend, huh? And how old were you? I didn’t start dating till I was eighteen,” she volunteered. “Daddy’s strict orders.”

“I had no such strict orders,” he muttered. “But I was seventeen.”

“And how long did that last?”

“Not long enough and too long,” he said.

She paused briefly then seemed to use her elbows now. The new position brought her inner thighs against his waist which in turn brought images of her riding his cock. “That sounds like an oxymoron.”

“She broke up with me.”

Again she paused very briefly before getting back to the job she was so terribly good at. “So not long enough because you didn’t want her to break up?”

“I’m glad she broke up,” he said.

“Then how was it not long enough?” she wondered, pausing again.

“The stupid boy didn’t want it to end, but the man in me wished it had never begun.”

“Was she a tramp?” She sounded hopeful.

“Definitely,” he said.

“So she…slept around on you?”

“Probably.”

“You don’t know?”

“Nope. Don’t want to, either.”

“So how do you know she was a tramp?”

“Ma Petite. I won this massage fair and square.”

“Oh, sorry!” She got back to work, her touch much softer now. “So how do you know she was a tramp?”

“I guess it was just a figure of speech.”

“Ohhh, I see. I understand. In that case, she was definitely a tramp. A very dumb tramp,” she mumbled.

“Ma Petite, you don’t even know her,” he said, grinning.

She gave a cute snort. “Well, she broke up with you and I’m guessing this was your pre-Prick Bishop days which means you were likely so sweet! Am I right?”

He had to laugh at that while fighting the urge to throw her on the floor and take what she teased him with. “Maybe,” he grunted, so fucking hard now, moving his hips.

As if by some miracle, she scooted down and worked his lower back muscles now. He gave an appreciative groan.

“Oh, this feels good?” she asked.

“Fuck yes,” he said, too aroused to care.

She went quiet as she tended that area, seeming to focus. “Tell me if I’m doing it too hard or not hard enough.”

“You can go harder,” he said, wishing she’d put all her weight into it. He gave a thick groan at her renewed efforts. “Where’d you learn that?”

“Maybe from you,” she said, the sweet words sounding winded.

“Mmm, remind me to thank myself.”

She gave a breathy laugh, getting quiet again. He jerked when her fingers hit a ticklish spot.

“Crap, sorry,” she gasped.

“Didn’t hurt, just sensitive there. And I’m ready to do you now, then it’s bedtime.”

“Oh, okay,” she said, sounding surprised and disappointed as she stopped. “You can do me tomorrow if you’re tired.”

Do her. “I’m not. The bedtime is yours.” He turned, finding her with the shirt closed as she quickly sat on the couch and put her feet on the coffee table.

He moved it out the way and knelt before her, holding one of her feet in his hands.

“Ohhh,” she said with wide eyes when he began massaging, making him smile.

“You like that?”

“Yessss,” she moaned, seeming pleasantly surprised. “Wow, yes,” she said again, eyeing him with shock.

He worked on her ankle after a bit, letting his fingers creep up her calf.

“God that’s amazing,” she said, closing her eyes. He eyed the closed shirt, all too aware of her disobedience. He wouldn’t force the issue. Yet. “Did you…learn that from your girlfriend too?”

“I did,” he decided to say, bracing her reaction.

“So she had a lot of…skills.”

“She was older than me.”

“Oh, so you were jailbait?”

His cock jerked at hearing her jealousy. “I guess I was.”

“There’s no guessing. You were.”

“Then I was. Very willing jailbait.”

“So she…molested you and taught you about sex, I’m guessing.”

God, she could make him laugh. “Yes, she did,” he said, happy to chat about sex with her in any way. “She was into young men.”

“That’s disgusting. How did you meet?”

“At one of my mother’s many parties. I guess you could say she raped me.”

“Is that a figure of speech?”

“Not this time, no.”

“Are you shitting me? And why is this funny to you?”

“You’re funny to me.”

“What a bitch.”

He shrugged, debating on what to tell her about it. “Maybe seduced is a better word.”

“What a tramp,” she fumed as he caressed and stroked her soft skin, ready to know what that would feel like on his tongue and lips. “If I had been your mother, I’d have killed her so dead.”

He had to smile at that, eying her sparkly gaze while taking her other foot. “I bet you would have. My feisty angel.”

She gave a huge eye and head roll that made him laugh. “No angel here, I promise you.”

“Says the twenty-four-year-old virgin.”

The pink in her cheeks made him almost sorry for his words. “I don’t believe in screwing just to screw.”

“Neither do I,” he said, watching the pleasure of his foot rub fight against her anger.

“Is…that when you decided you weren’t meant for a soul mate?” she wondered.

“And a perceptive angel.”

“Oh my God,” she said, smacking the couch. “This bitch ruined your whole life?”

Her mini tantrum caused the shirt to gape open and his eyes devoured the little gift peeking out at him.

“The bitch created Bishop and for that, I can thank her.” But didn’t and never would. He moved his touch up her calf now, allowing himself to stare at her tits every few seconds.

“I can’t believe it,” she said, sounding so disappointed about the whole thing.

“What about you, Ma Petite,” he wondered, ready to be out of that spotlight. “You had boyfriends, yes?” He placed her foot against his chest and worked over her calves, glad she didn’t protest.

“I…had a couple.”

“But no sex.”

“No. No sex.”

He eyed her, wanting to know what she did do. “Just kissing?”

“Um…a little. Not a lot because of what it could lead to. Didn’t want to be a tease.”

He couldn’t speak because Bishop suddenly burned to know if she teased other men the way she did him. Obliviously. “Such a smart angel,” he decided to say, his fingers creeping up to her knee now, insanely jealous of the ones who got to taste her. “But how are you to learn about sexual things?”

“Well… “ she began, her tone timid. “I kind of imagined that the one I ended up with would…teach me or…we could learn it together.”

She was breathless now and he wanted to know why. He also loved her answer as much as he hated it since he was experienced, even if it had been a while. “So, if you end up with an experienced partner, that has its pros, yes?”

“I mean…I guess, but…”

He waited for her answer, but it didn’t come. “But what?”

“Maybe I wouldn’t… want him to have done that with another woman.”

“But… if you steal his heart, he will not remember another girl’s name, I think?”

The slow smile she gave was a winner. “I guess if I managed that, then…that works. I kind of get my cake and eat it too.”

Mmmm, he wanted to eat her cake. “I think Ma Petite can easily manage this.”

“You do?” she asked, as if she thought he would know.

“Absolutely.”

“Why do you say that?” she wondered, her toes pressing into his chest. Right at that moment, she glanced down and realized her tits were bare to him. She gasped and snapped her head up. “Why didn’t you tell me!” She shoved him with her foot, pushing him onto his haunches. He realized it was a chance to get out of the fire while he could.

He stood and went around the couch while he still had the willpower to. “Taking a shower, Ma Petite. You should get to bed.”

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Get to bed. Like a child. She lay in said bed, the heat from her burnt tits and now boiling privates in an all-out war. He’d been starting at her breasts and not saying anything! Why did that bother her so much when she actually wanted him to want to look? She was such an idiot. He was clearly in the process of…doing something with her. His foot massage was slowly moving up her leg and she hadn’t intended to make him stop!

Why couldn’t he just be bossy in that and force her?

Because that would be rape. Stupid.

Ugh.

She froze and got up on her knees in the bed at hearing sounds in the bathroom. Was that…was he… She crawled on her knees to the foot of the bed, pressing her ear against the wall. “Oh God,” she gasped, pulling away and pressing her ear again. His thick breaths and moans echoed in the wall right into her ear. “Oh God,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she imagined what he was doing and what that looked like.

His breaths picked up speed as did the grunts and moans and hisses. A deep growling sound strained out of him with a “Fuck yes, yes.”

She knelt there, her privates throbbing with so much pain as she panted on desire. She was going to die if she didn’t have an orgasm now. If he could masturbate, then she could too, she knew how to do that much. But later when she knew he was sleeping.