Chapter 20 #2
How was I ever supposed to resist her?
I shift down until my head rests on the pillow, and she moves up, placing her knees on either side of my head, settling her glistening cunt right where I want it.
“Christ, Bishop. You have no idea how much I’ve missed this.”
She gazes down at me from half-lidded eyes, her bare chest rising and falling rapidly in anticipation.
“Grab the headboard.”
Her hands curl around the same slats I had her tied to our first night here.
“If this hurts at all, you tell me and we’re stopping.”
She gives me a sharp nod, but we both know she’s too stubborn to ever admit that, which just means I have to be gentle with her. Though I’m not so sure she’ll be gentle with me.
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BISHOP
Fire blazes across Gage’s blue gaze, burning away the reservation that’s been lingering there, and he slides his hands around to grip my ass and drags me forward, lifting his head to slowly run his tongue through my core.
My hips immediately jerk at the contact.
Fuck…
One simple brush against my skin, and I start trembling.
He kisses every inch of me.
My inner thighs.
My dripping pussy.
My clit.
Exploring in the most sensually slow and methodical way.
Not hard.
Not harsh.
Probing, seeking, licking, and gently flicking the tip of his tongue across me so deliciously that stars explode against my closed eyelids.
I drop my forehead to rest it on top of the headboard as a slow groan floats from deep in my chest.
The intensity that has always existed between us is still there, thrumming through every brush of his lips and tongue, vibrating in the way he sucks so gently on my clit, in the subtle tensing of his hands into my ass.
But it’s restrained.
He’s restrained in a way he never has been with me before.
It’s as frustrating as it is beautiful and terrifying.
This tender, caring side of Gage that he has repeatedly shown me over the past several days has made it so much harder to remember why I tried so hard to avoid this kind of connection.
He tightens his grip on my ass, thrusting his tongue deeper inside me, and my body clenches, wanting more.
Needing it. As if he can sense that without me even saying a word, his fingers quickly slip into me, spreading me gently, and he curls them up into that spot that always makes my body convulse.
My hips grind down against his face, moving almost of their own volition, as if I’m not even in control of them anymore.
A gasp falls from my lips as he sucks my clit gently, moving his fingers in a languid, methodical motion.
It builds slowly, a sparking heat centered in my core, that feeling of pressure I’ve only ever experienced one other time.
With him.
And I know what’s coming.
That insanely intense rush that will utterly destroy me.
My whole body tenses, and Gage stops immediately, his mouth and hand stilling.
Worried eyes stare up at me. “Hellcat, what’s wrong?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.” My voice comes out breathy. “I’m just—”
Terrified.
“Don’t fight it.”
His words echo through my head. But what he’s really saying is “Don’t fight me.
” It’s what he’s been asking for since the beginning, for me to let go and let him in.
And I’ve tried. I really have, but years and years of protecting everyone else and myself make it nearly impossible to fully drop my guard.
“Relax, Hellcat.”
It isn’t said as an order.
More like a plea from him to do the very thing he’s been trying to get me to since we first met.
I know what will happen if I do.
This man will unleash that tidal wave of pent-up pressure that’s built up. He will help me release the pain and the frustration and all the volatile emotions tangled up inside me.
If I can only do what he asks.
He returns to his meticulous ministrations, his fingers playing me expertly while his mouth and tongue help build me back up to that precipice he had me so close to only moments ago.
I try to let each and every muscle relax.
The same way they have in the baths he’s drawn for me.
Or when he’s massaged my sore body every night before we climb into bed together and he wraps his solid, warm frame around mine, keeping me safe and holding me steady through the nightmares that seem to come every time I close my eyes.
But they’re not there right now.
All that exists is this pleasure coursing through me and the feeling of the building pressure low in my core.
A dam about to rupture…
When it finally spills over, I come in a hot rush, and Gage groans his satisfaction, swallowing down my release, sucking me dry, licking and flicking his tongue over my clit to drag out my orgasm and make my body pulsate with mind-numbing ecstasy.
The fuzzy, warm cloud of post-orgasmic bliss descends over me, and my legs tremble violently, threatening to give way under me.
I’ve never felt so completely wrung out.
So fully free.
Gage withdraws his fingers from inside me, and I allow my eyes to flutter open and stare down at him between my legs.
His lips glisten with the evidence of what he just did for me, and he grins. “Feel better?”
I nod, still unable to fill my lungs with a deep enough breath to speak.
“Good.”
He reaches up and helps me slide down until I’m sprawled across him, his hard cock pinned against my belly.
All those aches and worries I had earlier have evaporated, replaced by a need for this man that makes me feel like I’m completely losing my grip on all the things I’ve clung so tightly to all my life.
He kisses me long and slow, the same way he just ate me, and my pussy clenches, my body remembering how fucking incredible it feels to be with Gage in every way.
His hand slides behind my neck, and he pulls back from the kiss slightly, holding me just far enough away that I can’t get my lips back on him. “Remember I told you that you can pin and straddle me anytime you want, Hellcat…”
How could I ever forget?
Hearing those words again makes that heat, that need, flare hotter.
Gage didn’t know me when he said it the first time, but even then, I knew there was something about this man that was dangerous. I just had no idea the risk was to my heart.
I grab his hands and push them back onto the pillow on either side of his head as I kiss him again. He grins against my mouth, and when I pull back, I raise a brow at him. “Those stay there.”
His bottom lip disappears beneath his teeth, as if having me command him the same way he has me has him biting back something he desperately wants to say, but he nods his agreement even though the gleam in his eyes suggests his compliance won’t last long.
Honestly, I won’t either.
After that explosive release, I’m so primed to blow again that my clit pulses and aches for the friction that will send my flying.
I reach between us and adjust his cock at my slick entrance. He releases a low, deep groan, and I slide down it in a long, slow glide, pressing my palms flat against his colorful chest.
Fuck.
The stretch and the pressure of those goddamn piercings along the walls of my pussy is so fucking exquisite it makes me gasp.
His body tenses beneath me, every muscle going rock hard. “Fucking hell, Bishop…”
When I finally fully seat myself on him, I grind down and clench around his cock, and what slips from his mouth isn’t a groan, it’s a full-on feral growl.
His hands find my hips, and my eyes fly open to meet his.
“I told you to keep them up there.”
He smirks. “I know, Hellcat, but I can’t help it.” His fingers dig into my skin. “If this hurts, you have to stop.”
I nod, but I know damn well I won’t.
My body has ached so much over the last few days, but this is different.
This is the good pain.
The exquisite ache.
One I’ve craved lying in Gage’s arms each night.
I push up on my knees until only the head of his cock is still inside me and then sink back down, concentrating on the feel of every inch, each of those little balls that create the most magnificent friction.
He lets me take control, lets me move at my own pace, his grip on my hips only enough to hold me steady and assist with what I want to do when he could very easily take over at any time.
But God, I needed this.
Not just the sexual release, but all the feelings being with him like this brings to the surface.
The reminder that I’m alive.
The faith that there are still good people and good things in this world.
The belief that, in the end, everything will be all right.
All of it is somehow wrapped up in this beautiful man who lets me ride his cock and control his body the same way he usually does mine.
My nails dig into his chest, and he slips a hand between us, his fingers finding my already sensitive clit. He rolls his calloused thumb against it, and I buck on his length, clenching around it in a way that has a low hiss slipping from his lips.
“Do that again, Hellcat.”
I do, clamping tightly on him every time I grind down. Clasping on every retreat. Keeping him wrapped in my pussy like a vise.
But I can’t take it anymore.
The slow, torturous pace…
I have to move.
I need it harder.
I need what we had before.
I need to not feel like I’m broken and something to handle delicately.
I ride him harder.
Faster.
He moves with me, his hips rolling up to meet every downward thrust, his hands lifting me easily on my trembling legs. With his head tipped back, his neck muscles straining, he looks so fucking beautiful. Like Adonis lying in this bed.
And he’s mine.
Something about that word makes my heart stutter and I almost slip, almost lose control over my movements, but Gage keeps us going, pushing the rhythm to a fevered pace.
He’s so many things.
Brutal.
Demanding.
Controlling.
Infuriating in so many ways.
Yet also sweet and caring.
Selfless.
So many contradictions wrapped up in one man, and I can’t get enough of him.
As much as I’ve wanted to deny what’s been happening over the last several days, no matter how badly I wanted to think it was all just lust, just incredible sex that brought about this attraction to him, I now know that’s a lie.
I’ve managed to fall for him and all his complications.
And that terrifying realization is the last one I have before my orgasm slams into me.
He continues to roll his thumb across my clit and pump up into me as my body convulses, my nails digging into his chest, my hips bucking wildly as I come. His grip on my hips tightens, and two harsh thrusts have him emptying himself inside me.
I collapse onto him, and he buries his face in my neck, reaching up to pull my braids free from the bun they’ve been tied back in. They fall all around us, and he brushes them to the side, twisting my face toward him so he can kiss me languidly.
It’s so easy to float in this warm, post-orgasmic haze, wrapped in his strong hold, our hearts beating rapidly against each other, and pretend there isn’t an enemy out there after the Hawkes.
Tomorrow, I’ll face that reality again.
But tonight, I’m going to fall asleep like this, with my guard down.