Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
Bishop
I didn’t think I’d ever driven home faster than I did with Korrie in the passenger seat. The air in the interior of the car was thick, lust-laced, and my cock had a heartbeat of its own. I kept thinking about the last thing she’d said to me before all sanity snapped in half inside me.
“I want you… to take me to your place.”
Even now, just thinking about it, I growled low, the blood thrumming through my veins, my pulse beating wildly in my cock. In the car I had to continuously shift on the seat to try to ease some of the pressure in my balls. I failed.
And then when we’d gotten to my place and headed up the stairs of the apartment building, walking had been a fresh hell in itself. Moving with a raging hard-on was one of the most uncomfortable feelings I’d ever had—then again, the very thought of how I’d soon be relieving that made it the best kind of agony.
And here we are… in my apartment, Korrie looking up at me with an arousal so thick I’m drowning in it.
“Do you want something to drink?” Fuck, was that my voice? It was rough, scratchy. It didn’t even sound like my own.
Asking her that seemed like the polite thing to do, but it was the last thing I wanted. That one drink I had at Lyrics hadn’t done anything to inebriate me, and the truth was, I didn’t want anything dulling what I’d have with Korrie tonight.
She said nothing in response and instead moved closer. I held my breath as I watched her begin to close the distance between us. The lights were off—because apparently all rational thought left me where she was concerned. So here we were, standing in the darkened living room, the shadows wrapping around us. The only light that filtered in was through the large window across from the couch, the city light pooling into the room.
My cock jerked, and I found myself pressing the heel of my palm against the length before I realized I’d done it. She stopped and lowered her eyes to watch the act, and I snapped my gaze up, feeling zero shame.
Let her see what she does to me, how hard she makes me.
“Come here,” I growled low, the words coming from my parted lips before I could stop myself.
She let out a slow breath, as if she were in pain, but only the best kind. I could see the way her nipples pressed against the material of her shirt, hard twin points that had my mouth watering.
“Come here, baby.” I was demanding right now, doing everything in my power not to go to her, even if I wanted that more than life itself. I wanted her to come to me on her own, to make me feel this power that she wanted me so fucking badly.
Like I want her.
She took another step forward, and I felt my spine straighten as I stood to my full height. My pulse increased, and the only thing I could hear was the beating of my rampant heart.
She stopped when she was just a foot from me, and I curled my hands into tight fists to stop myself from pulling her in closer. I stared down into her face, letting my gaze travel over her curls, inhaling the lemony scent that came from them. I went lower and took in her big, beautiful brown eyes, ones that looked like spilled ink in the darkened room. I wanted to count every long lash that framed them, wanted to kiss her closed lids as she moaned my name.
Her lips parted, and her pupils dilated. “What are you thinking about right now?” she asked breathlessly.
I lowered my focus to her lips and kept them there. “Why do you ask that?” I murmured just as softly.
She inhaled slowly. Exhaled just the same. “B-Because you’re looking at me like you’ll die if you don’t have me.”
I slowly— oh so fucking slowly —lifted my gaze back up to her eyes and didn’t even bother hiding the low, primal sound that left me. “I’ve never been more starved for anything in my life, Korrie.” I closed the gap between us. “ You bring that out in me. You make me want to die if I don’t make you mine.” Yeah, I really fucking said that and had no shame in it.
I watched her pulse beat rapidly beneath her ear as my words sank in. Something moved between us, something that had my skin tingling, my muscles tightening, and my cock throbbing incessantly.
“Bishop?” Her voice was low… needy.
She dragged her tongue along her bottom lip, and that's when I snapped. This primordial feeling broke inside me, one I didn’t even try to rein in or control.
I had my hands wrapped around her waist, my fingers digging into her skin. The low sound that left me had her eyes widening slightly. She lifted her hands and placed them on my shoulders, her nails biting into the flesh that was hard and hot, tight and almost painful under the material of my shirt.
Another rough noise spilled from deep within my throat, and I found myself sliding my hands over her hips, along the small of her back, and I curled the digits around the mounds of her denim-clad ass.
God. Fucking. God. Her ass is plump, round… perfection.
I slid my hands closer to the spot that had my cock throbbing. I closed my eyes and moaned. “I can feel the heat from your pussy, can tell you’re so fucking wet for me. Isn’t that right?”
She moaned her response and started to grind herself against my hands.
“Tell me, Korrie. Tell me you’re this wet all because of me . Only because of me.”
She was breathing harshly now, her mouth parting even more, her eyes wide as she stared up at me. I felt her nails dig even harder into my flesh. “God, Bishop,” she moaned and briefly closed her eyes. “I’ve never felt like this before, never been so aroused, and it’s only for you… because of you.”
“Korrie,” I grunted as pure lust slammed into me over and over again. And then without thinking any longer, because at that point all rational thought was gone, I pulled her right up against me and claimed her mouth. My hand curled possessively around her nape, keeping her right where I wanted.
I licked and sucked at her, drew her tongue into my mouth, then plunged mine back into hers. I was ravenous for her and started walking backward until I felt the couch hit the back of my legs. I let gravity take me down and growled again as I pulled her right on top of my lap.
She straddled me, her legs on either side of my waist, her mouth still latched on to mine. Her chest was only an inch from mine, her lush breasts pressing against my chest. I felt how hard her nipples were, and my cock jerked behind my zipper.
I broke the kiss, trailing my lips and tongue along her jaw and down to her neck. I gathered her curls in my hands and pulled the thick length up, piling it on her head so I had unobstructed access to her throat. She panted, moving against the rigid length that was pressed right to her sweet spot. Did she even realize she writhed on top of me? God, I never wanted her to stop.
“How far do you want to go with this, baby?” I was so mindless in my need.
“I never want it to stop,” she mewled and let her head fall back on her neck.
I pulled back and stared into her face. Her eyes were closed, her mouth parted, and she breathed erratically. She was right where I wanted her.
Ready.
Eager.
Primed.
And she said exactly what I wanted to hear, because there was no fucking way I could stop what was between us. This electricity, connection, and arousal were like a volcano, and I was so ready to blow and level anything that got in my way of having Korrie that it wasn’t even fucking funny.