Page 70 of Last Mile

We stayed like that for a few seconds, both of our chests heaving and our bodies trembling. This was our figurative cliff, and we were just inches from free- falling off it. Before we could think any more about it, Bishop crushed his lips against mine. For such a hardened, tough guy, his lips were so very smooth. They felt as soft as velvet as they moved against mine.

I tightened my arms around his neck, drawing him as close to me as I could. My breasts strained against the bulging muscles of his chest. I couldn’t seem to get close enough to him. I had to fight the urge to jump up and wrap my legs around his waist and grind myself against him. As his warm tongue entered my mouth, I moaned.

He proved within seconds he was one hell of a kisser. He was also one for multitasking, because as his tongue caressed mine, his hand palmed my breast through the fabric of my dress. My nipple pebbled under his fingertips, and I gasped when he pinched it between his thumb and forefinger.

While one hand continued to knead my breast, the other dipped below the hem of my dress. I sucked in a breath when it skimmed against my thigh before journeying farther upward. It had been too damn long since a man had touched me, and as Bishop’s hand cupped me, my head fell back, banging against the fence.

“Fucking hell. You’re drenched,” Bishop said in a ragged voice.

“I know,” I groaned. Gazing up at him, I said, “Please, don’t stop touching me.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of you begging.” His fingers began to work me over my panties, but I wanted more. I wantonly kicked my legs apart, spreading them as far as I could for him. Bishop read my mind by jerking my panties to the side and thrusting two fingers deep inside me.

“Oh yes!” I cried, moving my hips against his hand. At that point, I didn’t give two shits if anyone at the party could see or hear us. I just wanted to come.

Bishop’s hot breath singed my neck. “I love the way you feel on my fingers. Tight. Wet. Hot. I can’t wait until it’s my dick pumping inside you.”

The combination of his words and what his talented fingers

were doing sent me soaring. I cried out his name along with a string

of expletives while my walls convulsed again and again.

Before I had a chance to recover, Bishop had dropped to his knees before me. Both of his hands reached beneath the hem of my dress to tear my soaked panties down my thighs. After I stepped out of them, he pushed my dress up to my waist, his fingers

digging into my ass. The cool night air danced along the heat

between my legs. He tilted his head to the side as he gazed up at me.

“Damn me to hell, but I’ve wanted to taste you since the first night

I saw you.”

His words and expression caused me to shudder. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, too,” I said as I cupped one of his cheeks tenderly. My fingers then brushed into his hair, and I guided him closer to my core. “Taste me, Bishop. Make me come on your tongue like I did on your fingers,” I instructed.

He responded by burying his face between my legs. I groaned, gripping the strands of his hair tighter. He was just as good with his tongue as he was with his fingers, which he also started to use on me again. As his crooked fingers worked inside me, his tongue danced and teased along my clit. My hips rose and fell to give even more friction to the way he was touching and sucking me.

“Bishop!” I cried, my fingers clenching his sweat- soaked hair.

I tugged and jerked at the strands as he sent me closer and closer to the edge with his mouth and fingers. When I came, I saw stars, but not the ones over our heads. As I tried to still my erratic breathing, Bishop rose off his knees.

“That was . . . amazing,” I murmured when I could form coherent thoughts again.

His signature cocky grin stretched across his face. “Thanks, babe. But we’re just getting started.”

My hands reached out to loosen his belt. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freeing his straining erection. When I started to stroke it, Bishop shook his head as one of his hands fumbled in his pocket. “You can repay the favor next time. I need to be inside you. Now.”

After he took out a condom, he tore into the wrapper. In the dim light, I watched as he slid it down his length. He shoved his jeans down his thighs to where they pooled around his ankles. Turning me around, Bishop pushed me into the fence. He took my arms and put them over my head. My fingers clutched the chain links.

“Hold on tight, babe,” he murmured into my ear. One hand gripped my waist while the other went to guide his cock into me.

Since I was more than ready for him, he entered me with one harsh thrust that filled me up completely. I cried out as Bishop grunted.

With both hands now gripping my waist, he set up a punishing rhythm. The air around us was filled with the sounds of our moans and heavy breathing, along with sweat- soaked skin slapping together.

One of his hands left my waist to roam my body. It cupped my breast, tweaking the hardened nipple, along with stroking my clit as he continued pounding in and out of me. I couldn’t do anything but focus on the pleasure of what was probably the best sexual experience of my life.

I had never had three orgasms in one night, but Bishop delivered another blinding one. I could do nothing but cling to the fence as the shudders and spasms rolled through my body. I began to wonder if my trembling legs would keep me upright.