Chapter 12 #2
She groans, because we both know that it isn’t really.
My Hellcat is just terrified of the pleasure she knows I’m going to bring her. Of not being the one driving that train.
All I have is an illusion of control, but it’s enough in the moment to have her panting in anticipation.
I slide back down and throw her thighs over my shoulders, burying my face between them again. She gasps, rolling against me, and I jab my tongue into her core.
Her thighs tighten around my head, and I groan into her flesh, digging my fingers into her as I hold her steady and lap at her hyper-sensitive clit.
The headboard creaks, mixing with the gasps and moans falling from her parted lips.
It’s music to my fucking ears, and I could devour her like this forever, but I know it won’t take long for her to explode a second time. Not when she’s so primed. Not when I don’t give her any quarter.
It only takes a few moments before her body tenses and she erupts again, grinding her cunt against my face as she twists in my hold. Her strong thighs crank on my neck, the best kind of pain caused by her absolute pleasure.
When she sags back to the mattress and her legs release their death grip on me, the headboard creaks again, and I look down at her from my position, her body angled up toward me, her pussy still directly in my face.
I kiss her glistening inner thigh. “What do you think, Bishop? Again?”
She shakes her head. “No. I can’t.”
“I think you can, Hellcat.”
She whimpers, but it only encourages me to dip my head again, and this time, slide my hand up to shove two fingers into her.
Her strangled groan and the way her cunt clenches around me proves she can do it.
I curl and thrust up into her G-spot, dragging my calloused fingertips there with each retreat while I alternate between flicking my tongue across her clit and sucking it gently.
Over, and over, and over again.
Building her up slowly this time.
I so badly want to see her truly come undone, to give her the one thing I know no man ever has.
And I know when it’s coming.
She thrashes in my hold, gasping and tugging at the headboard binding until it finally happens. The ultimate release. She squirts, shooting down my throat and coating my mouth and tongue with her addictive taste.
I swallow down every drop, the satisfaction of knowing I did that enough to make me give up my resolve to try to milk another one out of her this way.
Because I can’t wait anymore.
I need to be inside her.
It’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I walked into The Hawkeye Club and saw her. And despite all the reasons why it’s a horrible idea, I’m not going to stop until she says “red.”
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BISHOP
My body still pulses from whatever the hell Gage just did to me when he releases my legs from up on his muscled shoulders. He gently lowers them to the mattress and settles over me, slamming his mouth against mine so I can taste my release on his tongue.
Good God that was…
There aren’t even any words that can describe it.
It was like my entire body spasmed and released all at once.
My head floats in a fuzzy cloud of pleasure as he kisses me ruthlessly, like he wants to make me come again just from this. And the way the heat builds low in my belly again tells me he probably could.
His cock stays pinned between us, and the cool press of the metal balls that run up either side contrasts against the heat of his body in the most delicious way.
He reaches up and wraps one hand around my wrists, testing the bindings. “You still good, Hellcat?”
I nod, shifting under him restlessly, my pussy clenching and ready even as I struggle to regain any control over my limbs.
“Look at me.” My eyes flutter open, lids heavy, and a grin spreads across his face as he stares down at me. “What do you want, Bishop?”
He releases his grip on my wrists and reaches between us to drag the head of his cock through my core again, and I groan, arching into it. “This?”
I barely have time to nod again before he’s pressing into me in one long, slow thrust that feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Absolutely fucking divine.
“Oh, God…”
Those little metal balls lining each side of his length glide against the walls of my pussy, pressing in places I didn’t even know was possible, his thick cock stretching me with a beautiful ache.
When he’s finally fully seated inside me, he stills, tipping my chip up toward him. “Open your eyes, Bishop. Look at me.”
My eyelids flutter open again, despite the fact that it’s too intense.
This.
Him.
All of it.
I do it anyway because I want to see him.
I want to look into those crystal-blue eyes of his and see his desire there. See how good this feels for him reflected back at me as he draws his hips back and then slowly pushes back in, allowing me to feel every damn inch, every fucking ridge created by the piercings and his hot, hard flesh.
“Fuck!” His jaw locks, as if he’s struggling to fight the lure of the pleasure coursing through him. “You have no fucking idea how incredible you feel, Hellcat.”
I might.
Because this is…
Otherworldly.
My head spins and my entire body throbs with each retreat of his hips and pleasure courses through my veins with each thrust back home.
He grinds his pelvis against my hyper-sensitive clit each time, and I gasp, struggling to drag in air when I’m completely at his mercy and he’s making starbursts erupt behind my closed eyelids.
“Open them!”
His growled command breaks through that spinning haze.
I hadn’t even realized I had let them drift closed again, but with his hips moving in this slow rhythm, and elegant drag of the piercings against every part of me, I can’t process all the feelings.
Frustration. Burning need. Molten desire.
I want him—no, need him—to move fast, to go hard.
Whatever this is…it is slow torture. And when I open my eyes to meet his sizzling gaze, I find he seems to be relishing it.
The way his eyes rake over me, the way they flare every time I gasp or moan at the roll of his hips, at the grind of his pelvis, at the catch of the head of his cock at that perfect spot deep inside me that made me lose control earlier.
Sliding his hand up from my chin, he presses his thumb into my mouth.
“Christ, Bishop. Your cunt feels so good. I can’t wait to fuck this pretty mouth of yours, too.”
I bite down on him sharply as he drives into me harder this time, bottoming out with a grunt and rotation of his hips that has a deep groan rumbling in my chest, forcing me to release his thumb from between my teeth.
At this point, I can’t even form words to respond.
Nor do I want to admit how good he feels.
How, even restrained like this, unable to move or touch him, unable to get him to do what I want, it still feels more incredible than any other time in my life.
I wrap my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his lower back, trying to spur him on, but that only releases a dark chuckle from somewhere deep in his chest that vibrates against mine.
“Anxious, are we?”
He raises a brow at me, and the smug playfulness there is enough to make me issue a low warning growl that only makes him slow his pace more.
Drawing his cock languidly from me…
Allowing each level of piercing to drag on its way out until his entire glistening cock rests at my entrance…
Watching me as he nudges only the head back inside…
Toying with me as if we have all the time in the world…
He pushes into me just as slowly, only to repeat the process so many times I lose count along with my ability to breathe.
“Please…” The word slips from my mouth before I can stop it. “Just…”
“Please what, Hellcat?”
I issue another warning growl that somehow becomes a frustrated groan, jerking on the bindings to try to wrench them free, but he just grins at me and continues the torturous pace, freezing again with the head of his cock barely notched inside me.
“Please, fuck me hard, Gage.”
He dips his head and captures my mouth in a mind-bending kiss as he rolls his hips and drives deep, holding me there, pinning me to the mattress.
“No.” He shakes his head, his thick blond hair falling over his forehead.
“I want you like this. I want to savor every fucking second of having you here, spread out in my bed, with my cock deep inside you. I want to hear every whimper, see every quiver, and feel your cunt clenching around me. I don’t want this to be over quickly. ”
Arrogant bastard.
I tug at the restraints, the headboard protesting as he captures my bottom lip between his teeth and nips at it, sending a jolt straight to my already throbbing clit and making my hips buck against his.
He kisses the corner of my mouth, then across my cheek, down my neck, and dips his head to pull one of my nipples between his lips.
Oh, God…
The wet heat suctioning around it makes me bow up off the mattress and into his hard body.
He grazes his teeth along the taut peak, and I gasp, my pussy contracting around him in a way that means I can’t hide how sensitive I am there from him anymore.
A calculating chuckle fills the space between us and he laps at it now, flicking his tongue back and forth and alternating between sucking and scraping his teeth along it.
It only makes me roll my hips against him harder, but he doesn’t move, just keeps me pinned for what feels like forever while I squirm under his oral assault.
When he finally lifts his head, I issue a sigh of relief, only to have him dip it to the other one and give it the same attention.
The same sweet torture.
Motherfucker!
I jerk hard on the bindings, desperate to get my hands free, to get some type of control over the situation, but all that does is make the headboard groan ominously and the silk fabric tighten around my skin.
He continues to play with me, to make me gasp and whimper and curse him silently because I can’t manage to get the words out, nor do I want to give him the satisfaction of hearing them.
This man has to know what he’s doing to me.
He’s so deliberate. So meticulous in every flick of his tongue, brush of his teeth, and soft tug of suction.
And by the time he finally lifts his head again, I’m so soaked and close to coming that the slightest roll of his hips or flick of a finger would probably set me off.
He seems to sense it, too, and I open my eyes to find him searching my face.
“You’ve done so well, Hellcat.”
He smiles at me, and it lights up his entire handsome face, when all I want to do is smack the smugness from it.
Then he shifts his hips slightly, just a quarter of an inch, enough for my clit to cry out at the brush of movement against it, but then he stills again.
“I think you’ve earned what you’ve requested. ”
I gasp. “What? What’s that?”
The words barely come out more than a whisper, and he pushes up and shifts back, dragging my ass off the mattress with his hands underneath it.
“Hard and fast.”
He draws his hips back and slams into me.
“Oh!” I cry out, my head arching back, my entire body pulsing as he repeats the move, then adjusts his grip on me to put me in exactly the position he wants me. “Fuck!”
Over and over again, he thrusts into me, driving relentlessly all the way, slamming his hips against mine on a harsh grind. Hitting every perfect spot. Demanding I take all of him and giving it to me exactly as I requested.
It doesn’t take long for my body to heat and tremble with my impending orgasm, even after three times already.
There’s no fighting it.
But he suddenly stops, pausing deep inside me again, and I cry out, my eyes flying open as I look up at him.
“Why’d you stop?”
He pulls out of me, and I can only manage a whimper when I see his glistening dick as he shifts back.
Goddammit.
My pussy clenches, desperate to have him back.
The loss is almost too much to bear.
I feel cold, empty, without the press of his body and his length filling me.
He grabs my hips and quickly flips me, the binding twisting as he lowers me onto my elbows and knees. His strong fingers dig into my waist, and he drives back into me, drawing a strangled groan from us both.
Christ…
He’s so much bigger in this position. Spreading me wider. Pumping into me in a punishing rhythm that only seems to grow faster and harder.
His ragged breaths match my own.
My heart thunders against my ribs and blood rushes in my ears.
Every nerve tingles and flares to life.
So fucking close.
When it hits, it blindsides me.
My vision goes dark, then bright white as I drop my face into the pillow, my body pulsing and squeezing around him as he continues to drive into me, pleasure coursing through every part of my body as my knees tremble and threaten to give out.
He slides one hand around my stomach to hold me steady, but then his fingers slip lower and find my clit, swirling around it, dragging out the orgasm, keeping it going as he pumps into me like a madman and finally releases a strangled cry, coming deep inside me in hot spurts.
Fuck…
His fingers stop, my body sags, and I collapse forward, unable to hold myself up anymore. He pants behind me and reaches up to untie my wrists, letting me fall fully into the bed. He collapses behind me and moves my braids over my shoulder, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck.
My lungs burn.
Every muscle quivers.
My pussy spasms.
Gage drags me back against him so I can feel every inch of his body, hot and slick and still hard as hell pressing between my ass cheeks, those metal balls digging into my flesh.
He doesn’t say anything.
He doesn’t need to, because he just proved his point.
Letting Gage take control was fucking incredible…
And I hate it.