Page 88 of Intolerable Bishop

Doing as he asked, I locked my arms, and he pushed himself up and then over so we were lying on the couch. He braced his arms and stared down at me. My mouth began to water as I traced the cut lines in his biceps and shoulders. A torrent of emotions was whipping through my body, making this moment feel more like a fantasy than reality. Blake was scorchingly and undeniably sexy. Not only could he be plastered on any magazine and sell millions of copies, but he was incredibly talented. The more time I spent with him, the more I could see the kindness that Blake hid under the playboy smile. That was one thing he and Theo had in common. They both pushed aside the softer side of who they were, but in a moment like this, all the walls melted away. The warmth of his heart had drawn me in and had me falling completely in love with him. The rest…it was all icing on an already decadent cake.

“I could lay like this staring at you all night,” he said as his eyes caressed my body. The chain he wore with a pick similar to the one he gave me was dangling between us. I lifted my head and bit it teasingly. My stomach clenched as excitement shot between my legs when his eyes darkened with lust. “You’re so fucking naughty.” Blake ran his tongue over his lip before tugging the necklace from my mouth and kissing me again.

I gasped as he moved and sucked on the racing pulse in the side of my neck. He knew every spot that I loved. It was like he was strumming each note of his favorite song on his guitar. He wiggled between my legs, rubbing me and pushing my thumping heart faster.

“Feels so good,” I moaned as he pushed himself lower and flicked his tongue over my hard nipple. His green eyes remained locked on my face, and it made everything he did so much more intense. I watched his tongue swirl around, and unable to stop my hands, they gripped his soft hair. He shifted to the side but kept me in place with his leg locked over mine.

“Yeah? What if I do this?” My eyes closed, and I pressed into him as he switched nipples and slid his hand down the front of my body and into the waistband of my shorts. I sucked in a ragged breath as he teased me, his fingers rubbing my legs and lower stomach.

“More,” I said as words became difficult.

“More? More of what?”

“Are you really going to make me say?”

Blake smiled. “I just want to be sure, you know?” The tips of his fingers trailed close to my core, and I whimpered. “Your skin is so incredibly soft,” he said, circling a little closer.

“Blake, please.”

“Tell me. Do you want me to rip your shorts off?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to drive you crazy?”

I wiggled, panting, wanting. “Yes.”

“Do you want me to use my finger….” He circled my aching clit, his finger skimming past but never touching it. “Or do you want me to use my tongue to make you come?” Blake’s voice took on a smooth, seductive tone that tingled all the way down my spine. I moaned as he continued to torture me, and I was ready to yell in frustration. “Tell me, Ren. I want to hear you say how much you want this.”

“I want you, Blake. You know I do.” I licked my lips. “I choose your fingers.” He smirked, and I gasped as he finally gave me what I was craving and slowly pushed a finger into me while this thumb rubbed small, erotic circles over my clit. “Oh my God.” My back arched, and Blake captured the next whimper that was set to pass through my lips.

His tongue was dominant as he kissed me. I could feel the need coursing through him in the way he touched me. My skin was so hot that it felt like I was on fire. My hands roamed over every square inch of skin that I could touch. His chest, shoulders, abs…nothing was safe from my exploring hands. The climax was building quickly, and then he added a second finger, and my moans grew louder. I bucked my hips, driving him deeper.

“Come for me, Ren. Do it. Come all over my fingers. Be my good girl for the night.”

My body tightened, muscles gripping his fingers harder, and then I was pushed over the edge into oblivion. “Blake, oh my God. Yes!” Blake kissed me hard, swallowing my scream as the remaining wave of my orgasm scorched through me like wildfire.

“Fuck that was incredible,” Blake said, peppering my face with soft kisses. I watched him as he sucked one and then the other finger into his mouth and groaned. Fuck, there was just no way to get used to watching that, but it was unbelievably hot. “I’ll be right back.”

Before I could protest, Blake jumped up and disappeared down the hallway. Arms shaking, I pushed my shorts off and grabbed the large blanket off the back of the couch, laying it out for us to use. My skin was quickly chilling without his warmth, and I ran my hands up and down my arms as I sat down.

When he came back, he was only wearing his boxers, showing off a large tent in the front while his hand held a strip of silver packages. He stopped beside the couch, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of his barely hidden cock. Licking my lips as he pushed his boxers down, I reached for him, but he stepped back.

“If you touch me right now….” He shook his head. “I don’t want to ruin this.”

“Don’t get all up in your head. You’re overthinking. I want this. I want you.” I held out my hand to him.

“What if I screw this up?”

I smiled. “You won’t, but let’s say hypothetically for just a moment that you did….” If someone had told me even six months ago that I would be having sex with not one but three guys, I would’ve said the person was insane. “It just means we get to do it over and over again until you’re happy with your…performance. You won’t get a complaint from me.”

Blake’s cheeks pinked ever so slightly with a blush, but the hunger in his eyes made me shiver. Tearing a condom open with his teeth, he rolled it on. The anticipation was killing me.

Standing and placing my hands on his chest, I smirked as I slowly turned him so his back was to the couch before giving him a little shove. Laughing, Blake landed on the soft cushion, but he snatched my wrist, and much like how this all started, I ended up straddling him once more.

Cupping his face, I kissed him hard until there was no longer any nervousness or doubt in him. I could feel the shift like a gust of wind that promised a storm. Our lips remained locked as I lifted my hips, and as soon as he lined himself up, I slowly sat down.

“Sweet Jesus,” Blake groaned into my mouth, his fingers pressing into my ass. He was longer than I was used to, and by the time he was fully inside, I was shaking as he pressed up against all new spots. His cock flexed inside of me, and I gasped as every little movement was accentuated.