Chapter 12 Blackjack
BLACKJACK
She came through the door, and while I wanted her up against the wall before it closed, I waited.
And watched. She waited too. Off guard. Which was exactly where I wanted her.
Fucking her would be too easy. I’d be soothing an ache I’d been making worse since yesterday.
She was so on edge; if I touched her, she’d come.
No, that wasn’t how tonight would go at all.
Katarina needed more. More than she even knew.
She fidgeted and stuck one hand in her pocket. “What are you going to do to me now that I’m here?”
I took a single step in her direction. “Would you like me to tell you or show you?”
“Tell me.”
My eyes flared, my cock turned rigid, and I closed the distance between us. Still, I didn’t touch her.
“I’m going to take my time, Katarina. I’ll memorize every inch of you with my eyes, my hands, my mouth. When our bare skin touches, I’ll remember that too.”
I trailed one finger from her throat down to the collar of her sweater.
She shuddered. Then, like I had last night, I covered her breast with my palm.
Her nipple hardened as fast as my cock had, and while it made my desire flame, I’d made a promise to myself that, regardless of how long either of us lived, neither of us would forget tonight.
The sex wouldn’t be merely good; it would be life-changing.
Was I arrogant? Maybe. More, I felt the chemistry between us in every part of my body. I couldn’t deny the passion that exuded from her pores and mine with each breath we took.
“Bishop—”
“Shh.” I squeezed her breast, then caught the nipple between my thumb and index finger. “I’m going to suck these so hard. Your body will come off the bed, and you’ll beg me for more.”
A whimper rose from her throat when I pinched harder, but it wasn’t from pain. Her pupils dilated, she squeezed her thighs together, and the scent of her desire grew stronger. “What else?”
“I’m going to make you come so many times you won’t remember your own name. Or mine.” I smirked, but she didn’t smile. Instead, she leaned into my hand that was still on her breast.
“Tell me more,” she whispered as her eyelids drooped. Did she know she was ruining me for any other woman for the rest of my life? Did she realize that no other had ever made my dick like steel or my heart stutter to a stop just by being in the same room with her?
“I’m going to fuck you so hard because that’s what you need, isn’t it, Katarina?” I asked through gritted teeth as words became increasingly more difficult to form.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, like she had more than once before. Except this was different.
“There are things I need to know first.” I gripped her waist, and she grabbed my forearm.
“What?”
“That if I hurt you, you’ll tell me.” I touched the cast on her arm with my free hand. “Do you understand?”
She nodded once.
“And your leg?”
“I’ll tell you. What else?” Her words came out as a cry.
“That you understand this isn’t it between us. If I take you, you become mine.”
Her brow furrowed. “Yours?”
“That’s what I said.”
She took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. “Okay.”
“I’m going to use a condom, Katarina, but not forever. I want to know we’re both clean and protected, and once I do, I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel it when you drench me. I want your heat to set my cock on fire. Do you understand?”
“No one has ever—”
I took her face in both hands and kissed her—not gently, not the way a man kisses a woman he’s still coaxing promises from, but the way a man kisses a woman he’s claiming.
She trembled. Good.
I reached for her jacket and pushed it off her shoulders. She let it fall without looking away from me. Then I picked her up, shouldered open the bedroom door, and carried her to the bed.
When her body met the mattress, I wanted to cover it with mine and grind myself into her. Instead, I kept her sitting upright, gritted my teeth, and reached for the hem of her sweater. She lifted her arms, and I pulled it over her cast, then her head, and dropped it on the floor.
Beneath it, she wore a plain, white bra. It was practical, yet it undid me more than lace would have. I traced where the fabric met her skin with my tongue, then sucked her nipple through it.
“Bishop—”
“Do not rush me.”
Katarina raised her chin with the defiance I was already learning to love. I reached around, unclasped the bra, slid the straps down her arms, and let it fall. She was naked from the waist up, and I was ready to devour her. But I couldn’t. Not yet.
“Rest on the bed, kitten.”
She lay back, and I crouched in front of her, removing one boot at a time, then her socks. When I trailed a fingernail from the pad of her left foot to the heel, she tried to jerk it away from me.
“That tickles,” she whined when I tightened my hold and did it again.
“Good to know.” I did the same thing to her other foot.
She huffed and covered herself.
“Do not hide yourself from me, do you understand?” My tone left no room for misunderstanding. “Good girl,” I murmured when she moved her hand.
I needed the rest of her naked, but first, I had to remove the leg brace. Once it was off and on the floor with her clothes, I unfastened the button of her pants and lowered the zipper. Katarina lifted her hips, and I slid them down her leg.
Her panties were white like her bra, and they undid me the same way it had. I spread her legs and touched the fabric. It was soaked. I pulled them down only far enough to see her pussy, spread her lips, and press my tongue to her clit.
She grabbed my head and wove her digits in my hair. “Bishop, please,” she cried again.
I reached up and caught one wrist. “Keep these at your sides, kitten.”
I rested on my heels and took in every inch of her like I’d promised.
Her dark hair was spread across the blanket. The rise and fall of her chest were exaggerated as she tried to slow her breathing. Her skin was pale in the firelight except for the last traces of bruising along her ribs, and a flush spread from her neck down her torso.
I put my hands on each thigh and spread her legs. Her pussy was pink and swollen and so wet it glistened.
She wriggled her hips and circled my wrist.
“I’m looking at you, kitten, and nothing you say or do will make me rush this.”
As much as I wanted my mouth on her like it had been on the plane, I wanted to feel her skin next to mine more. I reached behind me and pulled my shirt over my head with one hand. I stood, and she tracked the length of me.
She couldn’t reach me, but raised her arm anyway. It stayed suspended between us as her gaze moved down my abs to my stomach. They stayed riveted to my waist as I lowered my pants, and my cock jutted out thick and heavy once it was free.
I put one knee beside her on the bed, braced my hand on the other side of her head, and lowered my mouth to her breast. Her spine came off the mattress the second my tongue touched her nipple. I drew it in and sucked, exactly the way I’d promised.
Her hand flew to my hair, and she cried out.
I lifted my head. “What did I say about your hands?”
She dropped the blanket.
“Good girl.” I did it again—harder—until her whole body bowed. She trembled when I sucked the other nipple, then slid my hand down her stomach to between her legs.
“Bishop. Please.”
“Please, what, kitten?”
“You know what.”
“Say it.”
“I need your mouth on me.”
“That’s all I needed to hear,” I said, pressing a kiss below her navel before settling between her thighs.
I licked through her folds, and her body arched off the bed.
When I sucked on her clit with the same intensity I had her nipples and thrust two fingers into her heat, an orgasm hit her hard and fast. She was loud, and her pitch increased as I continued working her.
When I coaxed her into a second climax, she screamed loudly enough that I was glad Ohkwari sat as far from the main camp as it did.
I kept it going, not relenting until I was certain I’d wrung the last bit of pleasure from her.
If she thought I’d give her time to recover, she couldn’t have been more wrong. I reached for the condom I’d left on the table near the bed. She watched me roll it on my length.
“Will you let me touch you?”
I came over her and brought my lips to hers. “Soon, kitten. I promise. But first, taste yourself on me.”
Our tongues wound around each other’s as I settled between her legs and positioned myself at her entrance.
Her body clenched around my cock when I thrust in deep and held myself still.
When her body softened, I fucked her, pistoning like a man unhinged, chasing the release there was no way I could put off any longer.
Our bodies were on fire, and I was ready to explode.
She wrapped her leg around me to pull me deeper, and I gave her more.
We stayed in sync as I pounded into her, and her hips drove up to meet mine.
“Come for me, Katarina. Come for me now.”
She screamed my name and dug the nails of one hand into my shoulder. Her pussy clenched my cock, but I kept moving, thrusting harder and faster. I’d never experienced an orgasm like the one that ripped through me. It took several seconds to catch my breath and slow my heart rate.
“Oh my God,” she murmured, leaning up to kiss me. “That was—”
“Only the beginning.” I stayed inside her until my cock softened, then I withdrew and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Instead of returning to her, I reached in and started the shower. Once the water warmed, I walked to the bed and lifted her in my arms.
I carried her into the shower and held her against me while I adjusted the temperature.
When the steam rose, I turned her to face the bench, her right forearm braced on it, my arm around her waist taking her weight.
With my cock resting in the crevice of her ass, I reached past her and unhooked the handheld sprayer. I held the jet on her clit.
“Bishop, I’m coming,” Katarina moaned. I moved the stream of water closer until her muscles tensed, and she screamed another release.
Her hips rocked into me, and I desperately wanted to thrust inside her.
Instead, I hung the sprayer on the hook and slid two fingers into her pussy.
I worked her until she trembled, then removed them, turned her around, lowered her to the bench, and spread her legs.
I used my mouth to coax another powerful orgasm from her, then pulled away and rested my head on her lap.
She ran her fingers through my hair, and I kissed the bare skin of her thigh.
“Bishop?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Get up.”
I raised my head and looked into her eyes.
Her smile was fucking devastating. “It’s my turn.”
I stood, and she slid forward on the bench. She held me where she wanted me with one hand, then ran her tongue around the tip of my rigid cock, then down its length and up again.
She sucked hard, and I thrust into her mouth. She took it, adjusted her grip, and took more. I tightened my fist in her wet hair, and she let me set the pace I needed.
When I hit the back of her throat and she swallowed on me, my eyes rolled in my head.
Her hand not gripping my cock slid up my thigh, and her nails dug in as she swirled the head with her tongue, then took me deep again.
The suction was relentless, and when she hummed against me, my hips jerked forward.
She pulled away enough to run her tongue along the underside, root to tip, then drew me in again.
My thighs shook when she did it again, slower.
“Kitten, I’m going to come,” I groaned, trying to ease her mouth off me, but she only took me deeper and reached her arm around me to hold me in place.
“If you want this, you swallow all of me, do you understand?”
She hummed again, and the vibration took me over the edge.
When the water started to cool, I turned it off and reached behind me for a towel. When Katarina tried to take it from my hand, I shook my head. “My turn again.”
I dried her off slowly, the same way I’d undressed her. Every part of her. When I finished, I wrapped the towel around her, lifted her out of the shower, and carried her to the bed.
She curled into my side, and her fingers traced a pattern on my arm. The fire had burned lower. Outside, a loon called across the lake.
I drifted in and out of sleep until I felt her hand on me. That was all it took for me to be steel-hard and ready for whatever round this was.
“Again,” she said.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t make me ask twice.”
Both of her hands were in my hair when her spine came off the mattress.
I rolled the condom on and entered her, needing to feel her come on me this time.
I thrust in hard, she buried her face in my shoulder, and bit down hard enough to make me growl against her skin.
Our rhythm slowed, but I stayed deep. Katarina wrapped her leg around me and held me to her. When she clenched me, we came together.
While I took care of the second condom, she rolled to her side. I settled behind her with my arm around her waist.
We slept, and when I opened my eyes the next morning, she was still beside me.