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I close my eyes and internally fight the urge to crawl onto his lap. Prying them open, they fall on everyone back at the mouth of the lake. “You did not get that.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, I did.”
“I’m not even surprised.” I lie on my back, throwing my arm over my eyes to shield the sun. Little colorful dots dance behind my shut lids, and I’m just about to ask Bishop about what the whole “riddle me this” stuff was about, when I feel his fingertip glide down the side of my ribcage.
“Bishop,” I warn through a whisper.
“Shh,” he coos, pushing his finger up to my lips. “Just go with it.”
“But what about the rules? We had rules.”
“Kitty, I don’t do rules—ever. In anything too, by the way. I do what the fuck I want, and if people don’t like it, then it’s no loss to me.” His warm lips press to the crook of my neck, and I suck in a breath, my pulse picking up speed. “I want you. You want me. Stop being such a fucking girl and spread those legs.”
Obeying his order, I slowly inch my legs wider, and he dips back into the water. Pulling my legs toward him, he ducks behind the rock and grips my bikini bottoms.
“Bishop!” I laugh, getting up on my elbows.
“What?” He licks his lips. “They can’t see, and who the fuck cares if they could?”
“Ah, me?” I answer sarcastically. “This may come as a shock to you, but I don’t go flashing my hoo-ha to just anyone.”
“Don’t say hoo-ha ever again.”
“Oh?” I quirk my eyebrow. “Is that your cock-block?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, dunking his lips under the water and then spitting it out.
“The opposite of cock-bait.”
He stops, his eyes running over my body in such a way it has me forgetting everyone that is here. “Naw, babe. Nothing can stop me from this.” He presses the cushion of his thumb against my clit, and I drop down to my back, my eyes closing but the afternoon sun fighting to break through my eyelids. “Your Betrayal” by Bullet For My Valentine starts blaring in the distance, just as Bishop pulls off my bikini bottoms and the fresh forest air whips around my tender flesh.
My chest rises and falls, my breathing heavy and needy, wanting him to dull the ache he has started, the ache that seems to be on Nitric Oxide whenever he’s around. His warm mouth blankets my folds and my back arches, my hand slamming down on my own mouth to stifle my moans. Spreading my legs wide, he licks me from my entry to my clit and then sucks on it softly before circling my nub in his mouth with slow, pressured rotations.
“Bishop,” I moan softly.
“What do you want, kitty?” he murmurs against my needy clit. “I might give it to you.”
“I… I…,” I mutter hoarsely. He presses his tongue over my clit, rubbing it vigorously until my thighs are quivering and my moans are about to scream out of my body. “I want you!” I whisper-yell. “Fuck, I want you, Bishop.”
“My what, kitty? You can’t have it all.”
Not seeing the truth in his words during my sex-drunken haze, I answer, “Your cock. I need it. I need you.”
He yanks my body and I fall into the water with a loud splash, the ice-cold lake only enhancing the sensitivity of my nipples. Wrapping his arm around waist, he props me up and surfaces me on the water. I wrap my hands around his neck, squeezing my legs around him, and slowly sink myself down on top of his thick head. His eyes roll back—fucking roll back—and my pussy clenches at the sight alone, but my finger comes up to his lips, where I run it over the plumpness roughly. He hits my hand away and shoves me against one of the rocks before trying to pull out of me. I clench around him, pulling him into myself during his outward stroke.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “So fucking tight.” His hand comes up to my throat. “But I fucking hate you.” He pumps me again. “Hate what you are.” He pulls out and then pushes in roughly, so rough my back starts to sting from the friction. He kisses me urgently, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Hate who you are.” He pounds into me, raw and consistently, my back aching from the grazes, which is almost unbearable, but I’m so lost in our cage, a cage that’s entranced by Bishop’s voodoo sex magic, I don’t care. His hands come to my thighs, where he spreads me wider. “I hate you, kitty, and that’s why you will always just be another fuck for me.”
I rub myself against him. “I’m… I’m…” I wanna say a stupid bitch, but what comes out is, “…going to come!” I let go, my body shaking, my brain fuzzy, my vision blurred, and my hearing frizzled. My orgasm takes every drop of my energy and sucks it into a hole of nothingness with empty feelings.
