Page 123 of High Water

He strips out of the last of his clothes and climbs onto the bed, resting against the pillows and then patting his thigh to summon me. “Bring that sweet little ass over here and ride me.”

I climb into his lap, straddling him before I slide his cock inside me slowly, letting my body adjust to being so full, between him and the toy he has control of. He feels it now, too, groaning loudly from the way it teases his cock through me. He grabs the remote again, clicking it down a notch as he lets me adjust.

“The toy getting you warmed up for me? Because after I give your pretty little cunt what she wants, I want to take you there tonight. I want to have you dripping from both before I’m finished with you.”

“Yes, it feels good.” I can barely think straight to speak as I roll my hips to take him deeper, but he’ll make me stop if I don’t answer. We’ve been working our way back up to this moment, and I suppose there isn’t going to be a better night than this. “I want it tonight.”

He wraps his hand around my neck, his thumb flicking over my pulse point and pulling me close. He kisses me in soft, teasing strokes as I start to fuck him slowly. I moan into his mouth as I already feel my climax building. He releases me to let me set my own pace, quickening as I start to feel everything pooling fast and low. I’ve been ready to come since he walked through the door.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, watching me with rapt fascination. “So fucking pretty when you take my cock like this. Letting me watch the way you sate yourself. Fuck…” He groans. “Ride me harder. Use me to get there, honey.”

I gasp as I hit the unexpected edge of my orgasm, his words taking me over, and I lose myself chasing the pleasure of it. His hands wrap around each of my cheeks, anchoring my body against his, and he counters the roll of my hips with his own. I rest my palm on his chest as I follow one last wave, and I hear him curse in anticipation.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I’m gonna paint that tight cunt of yours with my come. Over and over until she gives me what I’ve earned. I want to watch this gorgeous body of yours swell and tattoo this pretty skin with the evidence of us again.”

His words echo through me. I want it just as badly as he does. I can feel him coming, and I look down to watch with him as he fucks me so full he leaks down my thighs.

“Honey, fuck. You know it kills me when you watch us like that.” His voice is soft as I lift my lashes to meet his gaze.

“I want it too. A little piece of you inside me again,” I confess.

“Then get up here and sit on my face. Let me put it all back to good use—clean off these pretty thighs.”

“Bishop, I—” I start to protest when his brow heads north, a silent warning that if I complain, he’ll hand the reins back to me. Which is the last thing I want tonight. I want him in complete control, taking everything I’ve promised him and everything he wants.

“Get up here. You can use my tongue until you can’t take it anymore. Get me hard again so I can fuck that sweet ass full of me too. I’m gonna make you watch when I do it. You want that, don’t you?”

I nod my agreement.

“Good. Now do as you’re told, Jones. Fuck my face.”

So I bite my tongue, lifting myself up on unsteady limbs, still feeling like a puddle of my former self as I come down from the orgasm he just gave me. He supports me, though, his hands holding me as I do my best to nimbly straddle his face, using the headboard for support.

He gathers what’s left of us from my thighs onto his tongue and then uses it to push his come back inside me, dragging his tongue over my skin in the wake of it, and then sucking on my sensitive clit. I bounce and grind against his chin before I can stop myself, my body seeking a second round of pleasure from him. I start to pull away, but he moans, his hands wrapping around my thighs and holding me tight. I rock tentatively forward, and he moans again, begging me in the only way he can.

“I can’t. I don’t think I can come again so soon, Bishop.” I roll my hips over his mouth again and again, seeking the little sparks of pleasure, but my self-consciousness over the time it takes wins out. I pull back. He takes a breath and presses a kiss to my thigh.

“You can and you will. One more word, Jones, and we’re done.”

“No. I want you,” I argue. Somewhere in the fray, he turned off the vibrator, but I’m still desperately half full and eager for him to be inside me.

“Then fuck my face. All the way down. Suffocate me with how hard you’re riding my tongue,” he demands, and I follow his orders.

He’s right. With determination and focus, I can do anything I set my mind to, and in a few minutes, I’m coming again, hard and fast, less brilliantly than before but no less satisfying. I whimper from how tender I am before I slide down his chest and back into his lap.

He cradles me close, kissing my cheek and down my jaw and neck as we catch our breath. We lie there, tangled up in each other for long minutes before he breaks the silence again. The temptation is too much to call it quits.

“You ready?” he asks after we’ve both recovered our senses.

“I’m ready.” I nod.

He helps me to my feet and follows me to his own, bending to grab a flask out of his clothes on the floor. He takes a long swig of whiskey and then offers one to me as he grins.

“What?” I ask, taking his offer. But he doesn’t answer, just threads his fingers with mine and pulls me into the bathroom. He positions me in front of him at the mirror, running his fingers through my hair as he kisses my temple.

“Bend down, elbows on the counter,” he instructs, and I follow. He sweeps my hair to the side and grabs the flask again. “What’s the reverse of a ski slope? Or maybe another word for it?”

“I don’t know. Why?” I ask, and he lifts the flask, aiming for the center of my back and creating a tiny rivulet of whiskey that courses down my spine as he chases it with his tongue. His knees hit the tile, and he teases me with the warmth of his mouth, kissing and nipping over the curve of my cheek before he stops to admire the jeweled toy I put there for him. His fingers brush over it, playing gently.