Chapter 19
Harley
Sitting on the chair in the kitchen, I open my mouth for Bishop to feed me a spoonful of the ice cream we’re eating for dinner.As he slips me another bite of the vanilla cream covered in chocolate syrup, I moan.Everything tastes better the last couple of days, as if my tastebuds are on some type of enhancer.
His gaze is on my chest.Following its path, I see my nipples are poking through the tank top I’m wearing.
“You need me?”He asks, his voice husky.
“I didn’t think I did, but I could definitely be encouraged for another round.”
He pulls me to him before he picks me up, spreading me on the counter before him.“Put your hands on the other side,” he whispers.“And hang on.I’ll make sure you have a good time.”
I have no doubt he will.He always does.
Before I know what’s happening, he’s spread my legs and propped my feet on his shoulders.Diving in, his mouth covers my heat and his tongue does things I’ve only imagined it could do.“Fuck,” I groan.“Did you watch porn or something recently?”
He pulls away, a loud noise following him.“What if I did?There’s nothing wrong with me wanting to learn new tricks to get you off with.”
Something about the way he’s admitting to me that he watched porn to pleasure me sends me in a tailspin.I’m already halfway there and I’ve never been the type to go so quickly.In my research about pregnant women, though, I’ve learned that after the first trimester they can want more sex.If this is how it’s going to feel each time, we’ll be fuckin’ all the time.
“God, your mouth.”I grab onto the edges of his hair, pulling him closer to me and grinding myself into the tongue that’s learned new stuff since the last time we were together.“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” I beg.
“Wouldn’t if someone held a gun to my head,” he mumbles against the top of my mound.
“I’m so close,” I gasp.“So fucking close.Please, Bishop.”
My whining must make him feel sorry for me.He jerks me closer to him and starts moving his tongue from side to side.The stubble on his cheeks scratches at the sensitive skin on my thighs.It’s all too much.I detonate, screaming his name as I let go with the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had to this point in my life.
As I come down, lazily thrusting against him, he licks me slowly.
“Good?”He asks, a smirk on his face and his eyes hooded.
“You know it was.”
“Permission to watch porn more often?”He winks.
“If you learn shit like that, Bishop?You can watch porn every day and maybe I need to be watching it too, because my goodness.”
He chuckles, pulling me into his arms.My skin is sensitive against his but, instead of telling him, I let him calm me down.The slow stroking of his calloused hand on my back and the whispers against my ear.
This is all I need and everything I’ve always wanted.Right here in this six-foot package.
“What’s wrong with you?”Caelin asks the next day as I stand outside the office.
“I’m annoyed by everything and somebody…” I cut my gaze at my dad.“Used the office microwave to cook fish.It fuckin’ stinks and I can’t handle it.I keep gagging.Which is why I have the door open and I’m standing out here.I hope it’ll stop smelling so bad.”
“I didn’t even think about it,” Dad yells.
“You’re going to hell for that.”I grimace.“There’s a place for people like you.”
“He’s not going to live it down, is he?”Caelin chuckles.
“Never.I gagged like I was deep-throating.”
“Jesus, Harley!”
I giggle as his face screws up.“What?I can still be inappropriate.It’s a gift I have.”