Chapter 30
THIRTY
Bishop
I’ve died. It’s the only explanation. I’m dead, and I’ve gone to some sort of fucked-up purgatory where Aspen is my wife, and my special form of torture is that she won’t touch me until after I’ve already come.
When her tongue drags over my palm, and her fingers slip under the waistband of her panties again, I’m sure of it.
The words “cleaning up the mess I made” echo in my mind.
Fuck. I’ll make myself a mess for her a thousand times over if I get to see her half naked and on her knees like this.
She’s an angel, a flawless one with gorgeous dark-chocolate waves that cascade over her shoulders and down her back, and perfect breasts that sway just the slightest bit with every move she makes.
They’d be better supported in my hands, but I don’t dare touch her.
She licks a drop of come off my wrist, the tip of her tongue dancing over my pulse point, and my hips jerk forward from the touch. My cock is still coming down from the last high, but I think I could get hard again in record time.
She whimpers, and my eyes fall to where her fingers tease over her clit. I’m desperate to help her chase that high. I’d drop to the floor and let her ride my face if I thought she would let me. But I’m too focused on obeying her orders to risk it.
“You came so hard. That was so fucking sexy.” Her eyes light as they survey the spent state of me. “And I—” She stops mid-sentence to suck in a sharp breath, and a moan follows, one that I swear I can feel in every fucking inch of my body. “I’m already so close.”
She eyes a spot on my stomach and leans forward.
I lift my shirt out of the way for her, and her eyes widen at the sight of my skin.
I’m not twenty anymore either. But I still spend a hell of a lot of my time doing manual labor, and I’m grateful for it when I see the way she’s reacting to the effects.
The touch of her tongue to the sensitive skin of my lower abdomen sends a shiver down my spine, and I have to grip the arm of the chair to keep myself mostly still.
She’s amused by my reaction, so much mischief in her eyes just before they go soft.
She rolls her lower lip between her teeth, muting another moan.
She’s close. So close to coming for me, and I’m desperate to send her falling.
I swipe the last few drops of my release onto my thumb and press it to her lips, urging them to part. She lifts her gaze to meet mine.
“Suck,” I demand, testing the limits of our arrangement. She’s the boss, but I’m fairly certain that as long as I’m good to her, she’ll give me liberties like this. Especially when it only lets me play into her hands further.
Her lips part, and I press my thumb against her tongue. She closes around it and sucks as I ordered her to.
“Oh fuck, honey. I can’t wait to have that mouth on me. You’re gonna send me to an early grave.” I curse under my breath as I feel the pulse of want radiating down my dick. I’m still so sensitive that it makes me rock forward in the chair. I have to steady myself to keep from falling out of it.
She moans around my thumb, her fingers working in circles underneath her panties, giving me the most torturous glimpse of her I’ve ever seen.
Her hips rock forward to meet her touch, and then she comes with soft whimpers and moans until she falls apart completely, cursing under her breath as her body shudders with her release.
A moment later, she collapses forward. Her elbows bent, and her arms crossed over my knees as she lays her head against her forearm.
She seeks a deep, freeing breath, and then another as she comes down from the high.
“That was so fucking beautiful.” I risk breaking the moment by whispering into it.
“I needed it.” She makes a candid admission and lets out a melodic laugh. “If I can get up now, anyway.”
“I’ve got you.” I tuck myself back into my pants and pull them back into place before I reach down and slip my arms under hers and bring her to her feet.
“There we go.” I can tell from the way her arms cross over her chest that she’s feeling vulnerable, and I grab her robe for her, slipping it over her shoulders as she puts her arms in, one by one.
She wraps it tightly around herself and reties the belt.
“I should get some sleep. It’s been a long day. And we have a lot to start working on tomorrow, assuming your grandmother follows through on her promise.”
“She will.” It’s the only thing I’m confident of in this moment as I watch the mischievous look in Aspen’s eyes fade and the businesslike persona return.
“Good. See you in the morning.” She nods a farewell.
“Night, honey.”
She disappears through the door between our suites and shuts it behind her.
I’m left on the other side, replaying every single minute of everything that just happened.
I’m in shock that she’s broken her rule so quickly, but naively hopeful that I’ll have more of her in the future.
I can do what she’s asking. If it means slowly working my way up to having what I want, that’s what I’ll do.
As long as I have her in the end, anything is worth it.