Chapter 7 #2
“I’m just saying, you deserve this,” Nicole went on to say. “You’ve been wound up tight for way too long. It’s good to see you finally let loose.”
“Where is he now?” Sharice asked.
“He went to his place to shower and change and pick up groceries,” I said, scooping up the last of the trash in the living room. “He’s coming back later to cook something special for me.”
“Oh, he’s coming back,” Kela said, and the way she said it made everyone crack up again. “Minnesa, enjoy this weekend. Enjoy that man. Don’t overthink it.”
“That’s the plan.”
“We love you, and we’re proud of you.”
“I love y’all too.”
We talked for a few more minutes, them teasing me and me deflecting and all of us laughing.
They told me about their hangovers and how they’d all gone to brunch together this morning and talked about the party.
After we hung up, I finished cleaning the kitchen.
I wiped down the counters, swept the floor, and put everything back in its place.
By the time I was done, the place looked normal again.
There was no evidence that there’d been a party here last night except for the memories I had of it.
I looked around the living room and felt satisfied with how everything looked.
I headed upstairs to freshen up, and on my way back down, I heard a car pull into the driveway.
“Not me rushing to the window,” I chuckled as I did just that, discreetly peering out to see Bishop getting out of his deep blue truck with a duffle bag and grocery bags in his hands. My heart did a little flip in my chest, and I went to open the door for him.
“Hey,” he said, smiling at me as he came inside. “Damn, you look good.”
“Thank you,” I said, and I took some of the bags from him so he could close the door. I took notice of his gray sweatpants, crisp white T-shirt along with the fresh sneakers and fitted hat. His relaxed outfit made him look even more ruggedly fine.
“I see you cleaned up,” he said, looking around. “I woulda helped you.”
“It’s fine. It gave me something to do while you were gone.”
“Well, now I’m back,” he said, setting the bags on the counter. “And I’m gon’ cook you the best pasta you ever had.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
He pulled me close and kissed me, his hands sliding down to my hips. “What else you lookin’ forward to?” he asked against my mouth.
I bit back a smile and dropped my eyes between us, suddenly feeling horny as hell. “I think you know.” I reached for his belt buckle and looked back up at him.
Bishop licked his lips, never breaking eye contact. “Is that so?”
“Mhm…” I unbuckled his belt, my fingers working fast. He watched me the whole time, his breathing getting heavier. I untied his sweatpants and slid my hand inside his boxer briefs, wrapping my fingers around his dick. He was already hard, and I felt my pussy get wetter just touching him.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back. “You keep doin’ that, and I’m gon’ bend yo’ ass over this counter right now.”
“Then do it,” I said, and I squeezed him a little harder.
He grabbed my hips and spun me around so fast I gasped. He pressed me forward until my stomach was flat against the cold marble of the island. His hands went to the waistband of my lounge pants, and he pulled them down along with my panties in one smooth motion.
“Goddamn,” he said, and I heard him drop to his knees behind me.
“Look at all this ass.” His hands gripped my cheeks and spread them apart.
I felt exposed and vulnerable and so turned on I could barely stand it.
He leaned in, and I felt his tongue on me, licking a slow line from my clit all the way up to my ass.
“Oh my God,” I moaned, my hands gripping the edge of the counter.
“I can’t get enough of this shit,” Bishop muttered, and then his mouth was on my pussy, his tongue pushing inside me.
He ate me like he’d missed me, licking and sucking and making these deep groaning sounds that vibrated through me.
His hands kept my ass spread wide, and he didn’t hold back.
He licked everywhere, his tongue moving from my pussy to my ass and back again.
“Bishop,” I gasped, my legs starting to shake. “Oh fuck, Bishop.”
He pulled back just long enough to say, “My name sounds good as fuck when you moanin’ it.
” Then, he was back at it, his tongue circling my clit before sliding back inside me.
He added his fingers, two of them pushing deep while his mouth stayed on my clit.
He curled his fingers and hit that spot inside me that made my vision go white.
“I’m gonna cum,” I squealed, my voice breaking. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…”
“Do me that favor, beautiful,” he said against my pussy, and then he sucked my clit hard, and I came so hard my knees buckled.
Bishop held me up with one hand on my hip while the other kept working inside me, drawing out every last wave of my orgasm.
I was still shaking when he stood up behind me.
I heard him spit and then I felt his wet fingers on my ass, rubbing and pressing gently.
He pushed one finger inside my ass slowly, just to the first knuckle, and I gasped at the feeling.
It was intense and unfamiliar but not painful.
He moved it in and out slowly while his other hand came around to rub my clit.
“You’re so fuckin’ beautiful,” he said. “I love how you let me do whatever I want to you.”
“It feels so damn good…”
He pulled his finger out, and I heard him spit again. Then I felt the head of his dick pressing against my pussy. He pushed inside me in one deep stroke, and we both groaned at the same time. “What the fuck?” he hissed, his hands gripping my hips. “Pussy drippin’ all over my dick.”
He started fucking me slowly and so deep, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The sound of our bodies coming together filled the kitchen, wet and loud and nasty. I could hear how soaked my pussy was with every thrust. “Harder,” I said, pushing back against him. “Fuck me harder.”
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back. “You want me to fuck you like a slut, beautiful?”
“Yes, please. Please.”
He let go of my hair and gripped my hips with both hands before licking up my spine. “I gotchu.” Then he started pounding into me so hard, his hips slamming against my ass with every thrust. I could feel my whole body jiggling from the force of it.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!”
“This is what you wanted?”
“Yessss!!! Ohhhh, Godddd!!!”
“Keep fuckin’ you just like this?”
“Just… like… that…”
He reached around and rubbed my clit while he kept fucking me, and I felt another orgasm building. This one was different, deeper and more intense. I tried to pull away from him because it was too much, but he held me in place. “Nah, don’t run from it,” he said. “Give me what I want.”
“I can’t,” I panted, but my body was already betraying me. “It’s too much.”
“Yes, you can,” he said, and he rubbed my clit faster as he drilled my pussy. “Make it hurricane on this dick. Push that shit out.”
The orgasm hit me like a freight train. I screamed his name and felt liquid gush out of me, pushing his dick out as it poured down my thighs. “Fuuuccckkkk! Fuck… fuck…”