13 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
Through the haze of my own climax I watched as Andre pumped me full, the muscles of his delicious body flexing and twitching as he filled me up with slow, even strokes. We shared a contented smile before he finally withdrew, trailing a pool of his warm seed as he leaned forward to kiss me one more time.
When I looked down again, Bishop was already kneeling between my quivering thighs.
He had one hand wrapped around the enormity of his thickness. A moment later, he was using that hand to drag himself through my very slick, still-throbbing entrance.
Holy fuck.
His cock was lean and strong, and perfectly smooth. It curved up and then down, sort of like a rainbow, and I found myself wondering what kinds of amazing spots it would reach, deep inside me.
“Bishop?” I murmured hesitantly.
“I know.”
It was mesmerizing, watching him push eagerly — yet gingerly — into me for the very first time. If I hadn’t already been so warm and slick and obscenely wet, it might’ve taken forever.
“Easy…” I sighed, biting my lip.
Bishop worked slowly but patiently, taking his time pushing his way inside. Our eyes met, and his smile of victory and conquest caused me to return a sardonic smirk of my own. Even so, it didn’t stop me from bucking back to meet those first few slow, tentative thrusts.
“Fuck, Jocelyn,” he hissed through clenched teeth. His voice suddenly sounded broken, and very far away. “I mean… fuck. ”
Emotions swirled through my horny little head, spinning a mile a minute. Guilt. Fear. Unbridled excitement. The forbidden thrill of finally bedding this guy who’d teased me for so very long; my brother’s best friend, my sworn frenemy, and now, from this moment on, my secret lover.
Or at least, what had better remain a secret.
But it was too late for all that, though. The Rubicon had been crossed, my legs had been spread, and right now, I was too focused on the feeling of being stuffed so achingly and alarmingly full.
Wow.
Bishop surged forward, entering me fully, and I let out a strangled gasp that mixed with his blissful sigh of contentment. Then he picked right up where Andre left off, thrusting and churning and pumping away. I bit down on my lip, frozen in anticipation as my brain walked the dangerous tightrope between pain and pleasure. It was incredible. It was frightening. It was exhilarating and intimidating and blisteringly hot, all at the same time.
“Tell me again why we haven’t done this before?” I sighed, somewhere in the vicinity of his ear.
“Ummm… your brother? Jason?”
“Oh yeah.”
He dug even deeper into me, his beautifully-curved manhood pressing against my very womb. I clawed at Bishop’s back, drawing his body nearer to mine. Vying desperately for even the smallest semblance of control.
In the end though, I gave it all to him. My trust. My safety. My very body, twisting in pleasure against the calloused palms of his two strong hands. The look in his eyes changed as Bishop took command, his fingertips roaming my nakedness with full impunity. Just like his eyes, they followed slowly along my every curve, discovering places that had, until this incredible moment, been strictly off-limits.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside you?” he grunted sexily.
“Yes,” I admitted.
My hands slid to the firmness of his perfectly formed ass, pumping away between my legs. The muscles beneath my palms were strong and powerful, like twin engines, working in tandem. Breathing a heady sigh, I curled my fingers inward to claw at his warm flesh. My fingernails dug so deep he’d have marks for sure, but the way my insides felt, I didn’t care.
“ God , yes.”
He plunged into me faster now, driving even deeper. Even so, he maintained full control. He kept me on that terrifying precipice; right at the very edge between pleasure and pain. Somehow, though we’d never fucked before, he knew exactly when to back off. But he also knew just when to kiss me, when to hold me, and when to push forward, stare deep into my eyes, and unload everything he had.
Fuuuuuuuuck!
The connection was so intimate, so very unlike all the sarcasm and jokes and brotherly-sisterly banter that had passed between us all these years. It was like I could actually feel his soul; touching mine, somewhere deep in my heart. There was love there, a love that was bursting. Overflowing. The tears that streamed down my face were real ones, as he gripped me and kissed me and erupted inside me, that huge baton pulsing violently as he gave me everything that he had.
The sexiest part was watching him throughout his orgasm. Bishop’s whole body arched in euphoria, his eyes glazed over, those full lips slightly parted as the warm waves of dopamine washed over his brain. I spread my slick thighs even further for him, clawing him in with one hand and tracing the curve of his square jaw with the other, my fingertips intent on memorizing every line of his perfect, handsome face. And all the while, the thumping… the twitching of his manhood, buried so deep inside me. Giving me the one thing he’d never given me in all these years — that forbidden thing — the thing that had kept the sexual tension between us so thick you could reach out and bite right into it.
When those eyes blinked open again, things were different. All the walls and barriers between us were gone. The smile we shared was no less sardonic, but there was a silent understanding now. A connection on another level that told me there was no going back, no retracing our steps.
I’d wanted a one-night, one-time physical hookup, where nothing else between him, or me, or Kayden would change. I thought somehow we could have that. That together, we could actually pull it off.
Instead, the only thing I was certain of now was that nothing would ever be the same.
“What is it?” Bishop asked, still in a daze. He was always good at picking my thoughts.
I stared up at him idly. He was still breathless, his hard body still heaving from the intensity of his orgasm.
“I was wrong,” I told him. “Really wrong.”
“About what?”
“About this being a one-time thing.”
Squeezing him internally, I sighed into his ear while grinding my hips in a slow circle.
“We are so totally doing this again.”