I smile. “Perfect.”
In the morning,I roll over onto my back, staring at the ceiling. I feel sick, knowing what I have to deal with today, but it has to happen. I sit up, rubbing my forehead. The bed is empty. Istart to get up, but Bishop enters the room. A huge smile graces his face.
“Morning, Tristan. Sleep well?”
“Perfect. You?”
“Better than I have in a long time.” He stands between my legs draping his arms around my neck. “I loved feeling you next to me all night.”
I smile, circling his nipple with my finger. “That’s nice to hear.”
“Yeah, so stay as long as you want.”
My eyes widen. “Do you mean that?”
“Do you think I don’t? Do you think I would say that if I really wanted you to leave? That would be pretty stupid.”
I feel my bottom lip quiver so I clear my throat to push it back. “Okay.”
“Hey.” Bishop cups my chin. “What is it, baby? You feeling emotional this morning?”
I nod. “You have no idea how amazing this moment is for me.”
“So tell me.”
“Bishop…” My voice cracks. “It’s fucking everything.” I lean into him, pressing my face against his hard torso and planting kisses there. I move down, breathing on and nibbling his dick through his boxers.
His hands move through my hair, gently tugging so I have to look up at him. “Let’s go shower. Then I have breakfast for us.”
“And then?”
“I’ll let you go so you can talk to your dad.”
I nod. “Can you fuck me up before I go?”
Bishop laughs softly. “What do you think we’re doing in the shower?”
“Right on.” I climb out of bed and follow him into the bathroom.
“You can use my toothbrush.”
I smile, picking it up and squeezing toothpaste on it. “Some people get really grossed out by sharing toothbrushes.”
“Yeah, well I wouldn’t do it with anyone else, but since I’ve licked your asshole, I figure we can share that too.”
I laugh. “You’re hilarious.”
He kisses my cheek. “Thanks.”
I watch him turn on the water, then walk over to me and take the toothbrush from me. He squeezes more toothpaste on it and begins to clean his teeth, watching me as he does. For some reason, it’s oddly intimate to me. He rinses his mouth, then grips my wrist, pulling me into the shower.
I lean into him, pressing my chest against him and finding his mouth with my own. We kiss under the hot stream of water, our hands roaming freely over each other’s bodies.
“You feel so good,” Bishop murmurs. “Your body is perfect.”
I smile, flicking my tongue over his lips. “I’m so glad you like how I look.”
“Like? I fucking love how you look. Always have.” He reaches behind me, digging his fingers into my tender ass. “I just want to tear you apart when you look at me with those eyes.”
