She moaned as I pressed myself against her aching center, moving her hips against my belt buckle. “Needy girl,” I panted,pulling back to watch her grind down on the metal like a wanton little slut.
I slipped my hand between us, pulling Lennox’s panties to the side. The sight of her bare pussy was nearly enough to make me come in my pants. Her lips were slick, coated in her arousal, and glistening in the light coming from the small lamp in the corner. God, I wanted to taste it, to make her come so hard she drowned me in it.
Reaching down, I slid my thumb along her folds, watching with an open mouth as I parted her. Wetness coated my digit, and I brought it up to her clit, rubbing in slow circles. She moved her hips, chasing her pleasure. “Please, Bishop… Oh my God. Yes, right there.”
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“This pussy needs someone to take care of it, huh? Bet those other mother fuckers you’ve been with didn’t know what it needed.”
“No,” she said, gasping as I pressed harder on her center. “They didn’t.”
“That’s a damn shame. I could watch this for hours, watch you soak my jeans as you come from this alone.”
“Bishop, please,” she said, pressing against my chest. Her pupils were blown wide with lust.
“You want my cock? Is that what you’re looking for? Need something to take away that ache?”
Lennox whimpered, nodding her head as I loosened my hold on her waist. She landed on her feet, undoing the clasp of my buckle before sinking to her knees. Her hairline was beaded with sweat, like she was physically burning up.
“Thinking ‘bout my dick got you hot, killer?”
“Fuck yes,” she said, pulling on the zipper with shaky hands.
I let my pants fall around my thighs, reaching inside my boxers and freeing my cock. Her mouth dropped as I strokedmyself, wiping the bead of moisture at my head with my thumb. She licked her lips. “You want a taste of what you do to me?”
Lennox opened her mouth without question, sticking her tongue out for me to run the pad of my thumb along the gentle ridges. She hummed in pleasure, dipping her eyes to where my cock jutted between us. With the other hand, I brought it forward, letting the crown rest there. “Such a dirty little slut, aren’t you, Lennox? Letting me use you like this?”
She let out a needy noise as I pushed in further. I was trying so hard not to blow right here, but I’d never seen a prettier sight. It’d been too damn long since I’d had a set of lips wrapped around me, and none of them compared to how she felt.
“It’s nice to see this mouth can do more than talk shit,” I said, picking up a slow, steady pace. Lennox was kneeling at my feet, hands gripping her own thighs like she was trying to restrain herself. Something about that sight made me cocky, how she was willing to let me do anything I wanted.
We may not have ever gotten along, but this showed she trusted me. For some reason, that made my chest ache just a bit.
I pressed in further, holding my cock in her mouth until her eyes watered. I’d told her I wanted to watch her makeup run down her face, and I was determined to deliver. “You look at me while you have my fucking cock stuffed down your throat.” Lennox’s eyes snapped up, lined with pretty tears. I pulled back, loving the sound she made as she gasped for breath.
“Oh God,” she said, covering her mouth and scrambling to her feet. She pushed past me, running to the kitchen.
I turned to follow, tucking myself back in my boxers, when I heard her retch. “Shit, shit, shit,” I cursed, trying to step forward. In all my haste, I tripped over my jeans. They’d fallen to my ankles and gotten tangled there. I caught myself on my couch, kicking them off in a hurry.
As I rounded the corner, I saw Lennox hunched over my sink. She held her hair back with one hand while the other wasbraced on the edge to hold herself up. I ran my hand down my face, feeling like the world’s biggest ass.
I fucking knew Taco Bell wasn’t a good idea.
“Go away,” she said, holding her arm out. Her hair fell back around her face, sticking there as she retched again.
“Not a chance in hell,” I muttered, padding over and holding it back for her. This shit didn’t bother me. If I couldn’t handle bodily functions and foul smells, I couldn’t do my job. I came home covered in some variation of animal shit and blood more times than I liked.
I ran my free hand along her back in circles until her body seemed done purging everything from her system. It didn’t look like she’d consumed much today. She rested her forehead against the cold porcelain, sucking in a ragged breath. “Stupid fucking tacos,” she groaned.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Come on, killer. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Lennox tried to protest as I bent forward and scooped her up, but it was weak. I sat her down on the edge of my bed, stepping back to examine the situation. The neckline of her dress had fallen victim to vomit splatter. She didn’t protest as I pulled it over her head and threw it on the floor.
“I can’t sleep naked, Bish,” she said, pouting as she wrapped her arms around her middle.
“Yeah, yeah, I know. Gimme a second,” I said, going to my dresser and pulling out a plain white shirt. “Alright, let’s put this on.”
Lennox raised her hands as I slid it over her body. It came down below her thighs. If this was a different situation, I would’ve loved seeing her sitting on my bed and wearing my clothes. The sight shouldn’t have looked as good as it did, and I mentally berated myself as I walked to the bathroom and grabbed a warm washcloth.
