Chapter 6 Bishop #4
Asante nodded at that. Then, he finished closing the space between us. Our lips met and it took everything in me not to groan when he kissed me in a way he hadn’t before. It was rough and hungry and he didn’t let me lead this time.
He led.
And I submitted.
Immediately.
I damn near shuttered when his hand trailed to the nape of my neck. He jerked my head back breaking our kiss and I damn near panted as I looked at him.
“I’m not tucking tail and I don’t want you to tuck tail either.”
“I’m not,” I assured him immediately. “If I was going to tuck tail I wouldn’t be telling you all of this shit right now, Asante.”
“Alright.”
He let me go and we stared at each other, both of our eyes searching for some semblance of deception. It would have been scary how good I knew he was at reading people but I couldn’t be bothered to care when all I wanted was for him to find the reassurance he wanted behind my eyes.
“I don’t want to see anyone else,” I muttered. “I don’t want to try to get to know anybody else or none of that shit. I just want to focus on you.”
He opened his mouth then closed it. I know he wanted to ask if I just meant until my wedding but I couldn’t commit to anything past that honestly.
“I just want to focus on you too,” he said. “Even when shit is hard.”
“And complicated,” I added.
Asante nodded but didn’t say anything else.
He didn’t ask me to make any promises. He didn’t ask me to lie to him. He just leaned in and caught my mouth with his.
His kiss tasted like the liquor he’d had and fuck it was nice.
Being here with him after I’d laid my truth out at his feet was nice.
It was liberating in a way I’d never known it could be, to have someone know about all of my family shit and sexuality at the same time and accept every part of me anyway.
My hand reached for his dick and he groaned against my mouth when my hand touched his erection. I let my hand trace up and down his dick as it strained against his pants.
“Get your hand off me unless you’re trying to take shit there, Bishop,” he said quietly.
“I’m trying to take it there,” I said instantly.
Asante gripped my chin in one of his hands. He tilted it one way, leaned in and kissed my throat.
“Come on then.”
He climbed up and I didn’t hesitate to climb up with him. He led me back to his bedroom and I took everything in.
I wasn’t someone that was sexually shy. I’d done my fair share of fucking people. At the beginning I’d been trying to keep up with Rook. Knight and King weren’t hard on finding women that wanted to keep their beds warm and Rook had started being a hoe as soon as he could.
I figured something with my sexuality made me feel like I needed to prove myself.
I also knew I wasn’t the type of nigga to cheat so once I got married that would be it.
I’d gone from fucking a different woman monthly trying to keep up with my brothers to feeling like maybe I could just get all of my bisexuality out by fucking man after man.
I’d been promiscuous on both sides of the spectrum.
This was different though.
This was Asante, the man I planned on spending the next two years of my life committed to.
I swallowed and walked further into his room while he yanked his shirt off by the neck of it.
The man was fine. He was even more muscular than I’d thought he was and I was slightly shocked by the tattoos that littered his back: the flag of the country his family had originated in, his last name, a series of different animals and three different flowers.
I didn’t get to stare at it for too long before Asante turned around to face me.
I yanked my shirt off over my head in response. I didn’t want to seem less eager than I was and fuck, I was eager. He walked over to me and we collided into each other without words needing to be exchanged.
We kissed each other passionately and when his hands landed on the button of my pants, I reached down for his belt. I fumbled with it like I was somehow new to this and hoped Asante thought it was endearing.
He pulled back and kissed my mouth softly.
“I’ve got you,” he said quietly. “What you panicking for?”
“You terrify me,” I admitted.
“For what?” He pulled me in by my pants and then no walked me backwards. I collapsed at the foot of his bed and watched him lower himself to his knees. “That wasn’t a trick question, Bishop. Talk to me.”
“You know everything.”
“And?”
“And you are everything.”
The words shocked both of us. I saw Asante’s eyes jump but I didn’t try to take the words back.
“I’m everything?”
“Everything I want but can’t have,” I clarified.
“You have me. I’m right here on my knees for you.”
I swallowed and nodded while words lodged themselves in my throat, too heavy and loaded to be pushed out.
“You good, Bishop?” he asked. “I’m not going to move until you tell me if you’re good.”
“I’m good.”
“Alright.” He leaned in and kissed my chest.
Then, he grabbed my pants and worked them down my legs.
The second my dick was free it lifted and he leaned in and kissed it through my boxers before he pulled the boxers down.
I took a slow measured breath while I watched Asante lean in and there wasn’t hesitation.
He wasn’t shy or measured. He leaned in and kissed the tip of my dick then licked around the head briefly before dropping his head down and taking my dick down his throat.
My eyes rolled back immediately. There was no fucking way.
Asante deep throated me like it was something he got paid to do and I knew immediately I’d lay all of my family’s secrets at his feet just to keep him.
He was worth that and more. I understood how people were manipulated by lovers and sex was used as a weapon.
I gripped the blanket beneath me with one hand and the other went to the back of his head.
I didn’t try to force his head down or lead him.
He didn’t need direction. He bobbed his head up and down, choking himself on my dick until saliva pooled out of his mouth.
Each time I hit the back of his throat I hissed.
My head fell backward and Asante’s head lifted to the tip.
He licked and sucked at it while one of his hands stroked me.
Then, he deepthroated me again and when his head lifted, he lightly scrapped the underside of my dick with his teeth.
I shuttered and groaned. My head fell back and my toes were damn near throwing up gang signs while I came down Asante’s throat.
He licked up my dick and kissed the head.
My chest heaved while he sat back on his ass and grabbed my feet and started yanking my shoes off.
He got my pants and boxers the rest of the way off then climbed to his feet.
I followed suit and reached for his pants, my mouth watering at the thought of making him feel a fraction of how he’d made me feel.
“Nah.” Asante grabbed my hands and leaned in, kissing me softly. “You’re good.” He kissed me again. “Just get on the bed.”
“You sure?”
“Positive.” He nudged his head toward the bed. “Get on.”
I exhaled and got back in the bed. I sat back on my ass and watched Asante as he moved around his room. He lowered the lighting and went to his bedside table. I watched him grab lube and toss it on the bed beside me. Then, he walked back around and came up between my legs. I looked up at him.
“You good?” he checked.
“I’m good.”
He nodded and took a step back. His hands went to his pants. I watched as he undid them and the outline of his dick became more prominent.
I slid closer to the edge, grabbed his waist and yanked him in.
Asante let me bring him closer and didn’t say anything while I fell to my knees.
He looked down at me and his hands reached down and cupped my face.
He ran his thumbs along my jaw and I turned my head toward one of his palms to kiss it softly.
“Fuck. I’m obsessed with you,” Asante muttered.
I smiled as I turned and kissed the other palm too.
“I’m obsessed with you too.”
I leaned forward and licked up his dick from the balls on up and Asante’s head lifted.
“Fuck,” he cursed.
I leaned down, collected some spit on my tongue, leaned in and licked the space between his balls and up the underside of his dick. I licked all the way up then took him into my mouth. His dick was hard and thick and I struggled slightly as I tried to take as much of him into my mouth as possible.
Each little sound he let out had me going harder and harder. I bobbed my head for a while then let his dick pop out of my mouth and went back to stimulating the space between his balls. I stroked him while I just licked at the base of his dick.
My own dick started to harden and I stroked it while I sucked him, both of us moaning as I moved.
“Up,” Asante reached down, grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. “On the bed.”
I didn’t need to be instructed any further.
I climbed up on his bed and my entire body felt like it jolted when I felt his hands trace up the back of my legs and to my hips.
They traced up the center of my back and to my shoulders, around my neck and back down.
He leaned in and his mouth traced the same trail, light kisses littering my bare skin over and over until his mouth went to right beneath my ear.
“I’ve got you,” he said quietly.
“I know.” I nodded.
One of his hands gripped my hard dick and I hissed as he stroked me a few times. Then, my eyes slammed shut and I tensed when I felt him probing my asshole with one of his fingers.