“You didn’t. The only part I didn’t like was when you called me a pussy. Three times.”
I cringe. “Fuck. Sorry.”
“It’s okay. Come here.”
I move so I’m sitting between his legs, laying my head on his chest. It feels good. Better than good. It feels perfect. He strokes my back, and I can’t stop myself from kissing his neck. He pulls back enough to meet my eyes, then moves in again and kisses my mouth. Before I know it, my hand is in his sweatpants, grippinghis cock. I move down, tugging on them enough to reveal it. I question him with my eyes, but he just watches me.
I suck him into my mouth, smiling when he exhales and buries his hand in my hair. Trinity appears in the doorway, her eyes widening when she realizes what’s happening.She grins, moving to a position where she can see but not be seen. I up my game, sucking and slurping loudly.
Bishop kicks off his sweats and lifts his legs, inviting me without words to go hard. I bury my face between his ass, licking his entrance, and moving up to his balls. His skin is so perfect, so soft, and he’s freshly showered. He moans my name, encouraging me even more. I don’t want him like this though. I rise, gazing into his eyes. “I want you in me, Bishop. Please fuck me.”
He searches my eyes for a moment before gripping my hand. “Let’s go to the bedroom. We need lube.” Trinity disappears in the room and by the time we’re there, she’s pretending to be asleep. Bishop looks at her, then at me. “You’re sure you’re good with her knowing what we’re doing?”
“I don’t care if the whole world knows.”
He smiles slightly, shoving me gently onto the bed.
“Trin, wake up.”
She flutters her eyes open, smiling wide. “Well, good morning, boys.”
“You gotta go the living room. I’m about to get my brains fucked out.”
She giggles. “I’ll pay you to let me watch.”
Bishop raises an eyebrow in surprise.
“Not this time, boo.” I kiss her cheek. “But I’ll tell you all about it later.”
“Fine. Party pooper.”
She crawls out of bed and shuffles to the living room.
Bishop opens his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. I watch with lusty eyes as he slides the condom onto his dick, then pours lube all over it. “Lift your legs.”
I shift in the bed, so I’m leaning against a pillow. I like to see everything he’s going to do to me.
“Did she really want to watch?” Bishop asks, positioning the tip of his dick to my entrance.
“Of course she did. She’s very open with her desires.”
“And you’d let her?”
I shrug. “I wouldn’t hate it. I’m proud of being with you.”
A slight smile tugs at his lips as Bishop pushes into me, roughly, not easing me in at all. He grabs my ankles, pounding into me with a force I didn’t know existed. He watches me with hooded eyes as his jet-black hair falls into his eyes.
“You like my cock, baby?” he asks, nailing me with all his strength.
I can’t speak from the force of it, so I just nod, fisting my dick as he fucks me.
“This is what you’ve been waiting for? Been wanting? Needing?”
“Oh, fuck, Bishop,” I stutter. “Fuck.”
“What, baby? Is it good?”
I nod, squeezing my eyes shut. He grabs my wrist, flipping me over in one move so I’m on my stomach. He presses against my back.
