25. Lennox
lennox
. . .
Excitement raced through my veins, making my heart quicken faster than any drug as Bishop pulled me off the floor and tossed me over his shoulder like I was a rag doll. I laughed, beating his back even though I knew it was useless. He was completely and totally in control.
Striding into his bedroom, he threw me down on the bed, towering over me. The space was dark, but then lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the space with astonishing clarity.
For all his toughness, Bishop's eyes held an inherent reverence as he stared down at me, and for some reason, it made my chest ache. It was gone in the blink of an eye, stolen from me by the darkening of the sky once again.
He reached for my waist, flipping me over and positioning me so that my ass was in the air. I waved it like a taunt and was met with an excruciating smack. “Ow! Dammit, that hurt.”
Bishop covered my body with his own, his hard length digging into my ass. “I told you that bad girls get punished. Do you want me to stop? Say the word, and I’ll step back. No harm, no foul.”
“No, I’m good,” I said. “Just surprised me, is all. ”
He rolled his hips. “You sure?”
I dropped my head against the comforter, soaking in the scent of him—the worn leather and thick smoke that seemed to envelop me like a warm embrace. It was terrifying to realize how comfortable I was with him—not just with my body but with my heart.
And if I was going to give it to someone, why couldn’t it be him?
“Yes, baby,” I breathed. “Yes, please.”
Bishop moved my tangled hair out of the way, kissing the nape of my neck. He hummed as his tongue swept out, running along my skin. “You taste so sweet,” he murmured. “All this temptation, all my fantasies, and you surpass them all.”
His hands moved beneath my t-shirt, lifting it over my head and discarding it at our feet. Then he peeled my shorts and panties down my legs, pressing open-mouth kisses along my body as he went.
Never in my life had I felt this turned on and yet cherished at the same time. Bishop was worshipful with his touch. Every caress carefully considered. How the hell had this man never done this before? How was he such a natural?
The question was on the tip of my tongue, but then I felt his lips trail against the globes of my ass, his hands spreading me wide, and I went still.
“Hold yourself open for me like this,” he ordered, voice strained. I turned over my shoulder, watching his nostrils flare with desire. He lifted his gaze, holding it for a moment before he spoke again. “Don’t make me ask twice, killer. I promise it won’t get you what you’re looking for.”
I was too far gone to care what I looked like or that I’d given up too quickly. Reaching behind me, I did as he asked, spreading my cheeks wide so that he could see all of me.
I felt so exposed. There was nowhere to hide from him like this. All of me was on display, like a private showing for his pleasure only.
Bishop let loose a low growl as he ran the tip of his finger along my folds, coating it in my arousal before sliding up and up.
My breathing hitched as he traced the ring of muscle no one had ever breached before.
I’d always been curious, but other than my own experimentation with a few small plugs, there’d never been anyone I trusted not to hurt me.
Until now.
Until him.
“Has anyone ever taken you here?” he asked, slowly tracing my ass.
I gasped as he pushed forward slightly. “N-no.”
“Never?” he asked. There was a note of awe in his tone. I couldn’t see him; I didn’t want to risk him stopping whatever kind of magic he was working back there, but I could imagine what he looked like. Lips parted, pupils blown, heaving chest.
And I’d done that.
“Never,” I breathed, squeezing my eyes shut. It was hardly an intrusion, and yet I already felt so full. And it was just the tip. How the fuck did people handle more?
“We’ll have to change that,” he said gruffly, pressing further before retreating. “But not tonight.”
“Why not?” I asked, turning and pouting. I didn’t know why I was complaining because there was no way I could handle it right now when I was already so sensitive, ready to detonate at the slightest touch.
“I don’t have the patience to be gentle anymore, killer,” he said, reaching into his boxers and pulling himself free. He lifted his gaze, meeting my own as he stroked up from the base. “I need you so fucking badly.”
“I need you, too,” I whispered. I didn’t want to think about everything we’d admitted tonight, the lines we’d crossed that we’d never be able to take back. It was terrifying, but I was sick and tired of running from what I wanted.
No matter how scared I was, it wasn’t enough to stop me from diving into the deep end with him.
Fuck it.
“Please, daddy. Fuck me.”
I saw the moment his restraint broke, felt the bruising grip that landed on my hip as he dragged the head of his cock through my soaked pussy. He knocked my hands away, spreading my cheeks himself. With each pass, he made sure to brush my oversensitive clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he said, watching my arousal coat his length. “Christ, sweetheart. You’re dripping down your thighs. I bet you are hurtin’, aren’t you?”
I nodded furiously. “Yes.”
“Bet you wish I would quit teasing you, huh? That I’d fill this perfect fucking cunt and fuck you like the little whore you are…” He trailed off, letting out a ragged exhale as he pressed the tip inside.
“Bishop—”
He smacked my ass. “Who owns this pussy, Lennox? Who’s gonna fuck you until you scream, gonna fill you up until you’re overflowing and marked as mine?”
“You!” I cried out at his words, twisting my hands in his sheets.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he said, pressing down on the center of my back so that I couldn’t move. “And you’re gonna take it all, aren’t you?”
I didn’t have a chance to respond. I didn’t need to. He plunged forward in one hard thrust, stilling as our bodies connected. Bright lights danced behind my eyelids to the tune of his ragged breaths. God, how I wanted to see it. How I wanted to watch the way he came undone for me.
“Where’s your phone?” I asked .
“What?” he bit out, fingers digging into my skin. “Why the fuck do you need a phone when I’ve got my dick inside you?”
I ducked my head, second-guessing myself for only a moment. “I want to record us,” I mumbled into the sheets. Thank god it was so dark in here, or else there’d be no hiding the heat in my cheeks.
“You wanna make a sex tape?”
“For us, yeah,” I said. Honestly, I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
I’d always been super careful about this kind of thing, especially with our family being prominent in the area and my career.
The last thing any of us needed was a sex scandal, but I had always loved the idea of filming myself getting truly fucked.
And I trusted Bishop more than anyone I’d ever been with.
And while I hoped we’d have a lot more opportunities to do something like this, I also wanted something just in case it was the last time.
“I mean, we don’t have to right now. We could talk about it some more?—”
I moaned as he slipped out, missing his touch instantly. For a moment, I thought he would tell me I’d gone too far and crossed a line, but the sound of feet padding against old hardwood faded, and I looked over my shoulder to see him walking back in with his phone in hand.
He glanced between me and the phone, raising a brow. “You really wanna do this, sweetheart?”
“If you do,” I said, forcing the shake from my voice.
Bishop nodded once, fingers moving across the screen as he pulled up the camera. “It’s too dark,” he muttered in frustration. “Gotta turn on a light.”
“Just use the flash.”
His brows furrowed. “I don’t know how to do that shit.”
“Give it here,” I said, holding out my hand. Bishop handed it over, and I turned it on, pressing record before returning it. Then I quickly flipped back on my stomach and wiggled my ass in a taunt. “Please fuck me, daddy. ”
“Fuckin’ brat,” he whispered, stepping up. I could feel him moving behind me, wondering if he was still messing with the camera or something else.
My eyes slid closed in relief as he slowly pushed into my aching center.
“That’s right, killer. Get my dick wet.” He let out a low groan, taking his time as he continued to work inside of me.
I wondered if he was having more fun than he let on.
If this was a fantasy we’d both shared and had never experimented with.
“I can’t wait for you to see this,” he whispered as our bodies grew flush. “Your pussy is so goddamn needy, sweetheart. She’s practically sucking me in. Won’t let me go.”
Oh yeah. He was loving this just as much as I was.
The storm raging outside these four walls matched the one inside my chest. I was swept up in the moment, in Bishop’s touch, in the toe-curling way he began to move.
Within a matter of seconds, I felt his restraint slip.
He slid his hand from my waist to the middle of my back, pushing me into the mattress as the speed of his thrusts increased. As he slammed his hips into my ass, he stole all the breath from my lungs. “Oh my god,” I cried, scrunching the sheets in my fist.
“God has nothing to do with this,” he panted. “I’m the one making this tight cunt weep for me.”
He shifted, canting his hips downward and hitting that elusive spot most men couldn’t find. There was so much pressure building in my abdomen that I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Bishop, I’m gonna?—”
And then he was gone, tossing the phone down on the bed as he grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my back. Sweat dripped down his temple, but he didn’t move to wipe it away. Instead, he jerked his chin toward the phone. “Grab it and fucking watch.”