Chapter 11 #2
I don’t have any time to examine our surroundings because he stops after a few more steps and lowers me down onto his bed, his mouth still moving over mine greedily.
My fingers delve into his thick, silky hair, the juxtaposition of it on this man made of so much hard, unyielding muscle enough to make a needy little sound slip from my lips.
He quickly captures it with his searing kiss that leaves me breathless, but then he pulls back and stares down at me.
The gleam in his eyes sends my heart stuttering.
A wicked grin pulls at his perfect lips. “Now, about those plans…”
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GAGE
Bishop’s pupils dilate, the black encroaching on the shimmering bourbon around it as she stares up at me and shifts restlessly where I have her pinned to the mattress.
I grind my hard cock between her legs and a stifled groan slips from her lips that she can’t contain, despite the obvious attempt to bite it back.
Even now, even like this, she doesn’t want to let go, doesn’t want to admit how good it feels. Or maybe she can’t. Maybe she’s spent so long denying herself everything that she’s forgotten how to accept what’s being freely given to her.
And that’s all I want to do tonight—give her everything.
If she’ll only let me.
She’s too stubborn. Too lost in her own head. Clinging too tightly to the control she thinks she needs over everything in her life.
Not tonight.
After that meeting, seeing the way Bishop was left reeling, I knew what she needed.
Relief.
A release.
To be shown how good it can be to relinquish the control that she clings to so goddamn tightly that it’s going to strangle her.
The fact that she even agreed to come home with me tonight proves how rattled she truly was, how off-kilter she’s feeling after her confrontation with Satriano today.
Because there wasn’t much fight in her. There may have been a flicker of question when she was sitting on the driveway, facing the prospect of coming inside and committing to this, but it fled as quickly as she could have if she truly wanted to.
Which means she wants to be here.
She wants this, even if there are parts of her that will fight giving into it.
I feather my lips over her ear and nip at the sensitive skin behind it. She bucks against me, and I ghost a kiss over that spot, then suck gently, making her bow up into me.
“Ever since that night in the park, I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you…everywhere.”
She issues a low whimper, and I grin as I pull back far enough to stare down at her fully. That tiny noise is enough of a concession to tell me she’s on board. Her chest heaves with labored breaths, the anticipation already riling her up more than I’ve ever seen her.
I trail my fingers along the waistband of her pants, but I pause when it hits her holster. “Your gun…”
Her lips curl. “I don’t think we’ll be needing that.”
“Oh, I don’t know…” I pull it free and examine it with a grin. “It could be fun.”
She laughs as I set it on the nightstand, then return to where I really want my focus.
All on her.
Bishop lifts her hips in offering. Deliberately slowly, I pop the button and drag down the zipper, making her wait, making her watch each agonizing movement.
She lifts her ass so I can grip the denim and drag the black jeans down her legs.
I tug off her boots, letting them fall to the floor, then remove her pants and socks, leaving her bottom half in nothing but a thin strip of dark-blue fabric that barely hides the exact place I want to be right now.
My mouth waters to taste more of her, to coat my tongue in her sweet, delicious release again.
I gently drag my finger up across the damp fabric, and her hips buck again. “You’re wet, Bishop.”
She lifts her head off the mattress and meets my gaze, but before she can open her mouth with some smartass retort, I shift up her again and capture it with another searing kiss. As much as I love arguing with her and getting her riled up that way, this way is so much more fun.
For both of us…
Bishop moans into my mouth, greedily playing with my tongue, warring for control as I slide my hand up under the hem of her shirt and tug down one bra cup. My fingertips find her nipple taut, and when I tug on it, she gasps against my lips.
“Just…what is it…you have planned, Gage?” The words come out stilted on a gasp as I twist the hard peak. “Torturing me?”
That wasn’t my plan.
But I’m not sure she’ll see the distinction between that and giving up control to me here.
Something tells me she’s never done it, never allowed someone else to take the lead in giving her pleasure.
And that’s a fucking shame.
A mistake that has to be remedied.
“I’m going to show you how good it can be when you give someone else control.
” Her body tenses under mine, and I drag my head back to find her eyeing me warily.
I lazily brush my thumb across her nipple, making her twitch as I gaze down at her.
“You’re wound too tight, Bishop. You’re desperately holding on to control of things that are far beyond yours, and letting yourself obsess like that will only drive you into the ground.
Let me take control tonight. Of this.” I pinch her nipple.
“Of you.” I brush my lips across hers again, tentatively, trying to get her to ease the tension in her body that has her wound like a bow string. “Please.”
It won’t be easy for her.
I knew it the moment I told her she needed to follow me home tonight. But I’ve never shied away from any mission in my life, and she’s the best kind of challenge. The kind that has a glorious reward at the end of the effort.
If I can only get her to let go and trust me…
Bishop’s gaze wavers between uncertainty and interest. The same war raging there that so often does between us. One I hope to win tonight.
I feel the exact moment she gives up the fight.
She sags back against the bed, that tension releasing as she kisses me hard, sliding her fingers through my hair and tugging at the strands. If she has any lingering reservations, she’s locked them away in a place that is no longer interfering with what’s happening between us.
Exactly what I’ve been praying for since the moment we met.
For her to open up, for her to trust, for her to want and accept what I have to offer. For her to let me keep her safe.
I groan into her mouth as my cock twitches against her, fully on board with this plan. My eager fingers release her nipple long enough to grasp the hem of her shirt, tug it up and off, and unhook her bra so I can free her breasts and see her fully exposed.
Christ, she’s just as beautiful as I knew she would be.
All smooth, silky dark skin and toned muscles she’s earned through hard work and dedication that I know cost her in other places. Like her lack of social life and her inability to let go and just enjoy anything.
But that won’t happen tonight.
I refuse to allow it.
She will only be thinking about one thing—how damn good it all feels. Otherwise, I’ve failed completely at my mission, and I fucking hate to fail.
I slide to my knees at the edge of the bed as I pull off my jacket and toss it behind me, then drag her over to me.
Looking up at her, I find a hint of trepidation in her warm gaze.
Trailing my hands up her inner thighs, I watch the goosebumps appear on her skin.
Feel her shudder restlessly. “Have you even let the men you’ve been with do this?
Or is it just quick and hard to ease the ache? ”
The flash in her eyes tells me I’m right.
Any sexual partners she’s had never would’ve been allowed to do this, even if they wanted to.
It’s too intimate.
Too time consuming.
Too real.
Too much of the things that Bishop doesn’t want or doesn’t think she can have. All the things she deserves so much to have.
I nod slowly at her non-answer, because she knows I can read her like a book and can see the truth in her gaze.
But tonight, she doesn’t get to control her pleasure.
She doesn’t get to have it fast and hard so she can take what she wants and then run. That doesn’t work for me—now or ever—and by the end of the night, she won’t ever be satisfied with that kind of sex again.
I trail my fingers up her thighs and grasp her thong. One rough tug on it easily rips the fabric, and I toss the scraps to the side, dipping my head to glide my tongue through her slick core.
Her body arches up off the mattress, her hands clutching the comforter beneath her, and I press my forearm across her hips, pinning her in place, preventing her from moving as I gently lick every inch of her.
The taste of her arousal coats my tongue and makes my cock ache to be inside her, but I refuse to give in to that desire. Not until I’ve shown her how good this can be; letting go, allowing someone else to find pleasure in giving her pleasure.
I thrust my tongue as deep as I can inside her, and her hips slam up against my arm, her cunt grinding on my face, but I keep her down, hold her steady while I suck and probe. Until she’s trembling. Only then do I press a finger into her tight heat.
She gasps, the sound echoing around the lofted ceilings. Her hands shift from the bed into my hair, her short nails scoring my scalp and making me groan into her wet flesh.
“Fucking Christ, Bishop. You taste so fucking good.”
I curl my finger and find that spot deep inside her that makes her hips start to roll and a groan fall from her parted lips.
Those little noises will be my undoing.
I set a slow rhythm, thrusting in and out, dragging my calloused fingertips along her inner wall.
Her hips roll harder and faster, trying to buck off the way I have her pinned.
But I don’t want her in control of this.
I want her to allow me to find what does it for her, learn what she needs so I can keep giving it to her again and again.
“Gage…”
My name is a plea from her quivering lips, because she’s close.
So fucking close.
I can feel the tiny ripples of her cunt as her body prepares for an orgasm.
God, I want to give that to her…
And so much more.
I flick my tongue across her clit relentlessly, driving her toward it, and another barely audible gasp falls from her open mouth, her head tipped back, neck strained.
She’s never looked more beautiful, and when I suck her clit between my teeth, grazing them across that tight bundle of nerves, her scream fills the air.
Her body tenses and then convulses, cunt clenching around my finger, her hips desperately trying to move as I keep her in place and force her to take all of it.
I lick and suck and graze my teeth all over her until she’s completely wrung out and her hands fall away from my head. Until she sags back with a groan. Until she’s completely sated.
But I am nowhere near done.
I could drown in this woman, easily, and not even care.
And that’s a huge fucking problem.