Page 101 of High Water

“You do what I say, when I say it.” He leans down, his forehead touching mine, his lips a hairsbreadth away, his eyes trained on me. “And when you do a good job, like I know you will, I make sure you come so hard you don’t remember what you were thinking about in the first place.”

“Okay,” I agree. I don’t even feel the urge to fight the desire to hand him the reins tonight. I want it. Crave it, even.

“Okay or yes, please?” He wants my emphatic agreement, making sure I’m signing up for this, and I’m not just giving in.

“Yes, please,” I answer.

“Take me out.” He nods down to where my hands are creeping up his thighs, and I follow his orders, anchoring my fingers underneath his waistband and pulling down. His cock slips out from under his clothes, hard and thick, and I scoot forward on the swing, ready to hit my knees. But he stops me, smirking down at the sight before him.

“I love how eager you are.”

“Then let me take care of you.” I reach out for him, but he grabs my wrist.

“My rules. My pace.”

I have to bite my tongue to keep from arguing, and that amuses him even more. He wraps one hand around his dick and starts to stroke himself, taking a step closer until there’s only inches between us. I run my hands over my thighs, curving my palms over my knees in an anxious habit, trying to distract myself from interfering with his plans.

“Eyes on me,” he demands, and I lift my lashes to meet his dark gaze. “There we go. You’re so damn gorgeous, and those green eyes of yours get me hard every time. I want you looking at me while I slip in between those pretty red lips of yours.”

He presses the tip of his cock to my lips.

“Open for me,” he orders, then he nudges his cock past them as I open and flatten my tongue, letting it curl around him as he slips inside my mouth. “Fucking hell, Jones. You’re so good at that. I used to imagine this.”

I take him deeper, letting him gently bump the back of my throat. I start a rhythm, using the balls of my feet to rock the swing back and forth and letting him slip in and out of my mouth while he strokes the base of his cock. He lets out a loud groan when I swirl my tongue around him, and I close my eyes as I feel my clit flutter in response.

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you?” He looks down at me, his eyes heavy with lust.

I moan softly in return, and he gives himself a heavier stroke on the next pass.

“Oh fuck,” he murmurs. “Stick your tongue out for me.” I do as he asks, and he palms himself again roughly. Precum drips off the tip and floods my senses with the taste of him. I let out another whimper, and he pulls his cock free from my lips.

“Bishop,” I beg, urging him to finish himself off.

“Is this turning my wife on? Sucking me off out here on the porch?”

The rush of being out in the wild while also knowing we have our privacy here is a heady mix for me. I’m not sure I could be wetter in this moment.

“So much,” I admit.

“I want to see for myself.” He holds out his hand for mine and hauls me to my feet when I take it. “Strip.”

“Strip?” I echo, feeling my stomach flip. I realize now we’re pushing our boundaries, seeing how well I follow orders.

“Take the pants and the panties off.”

I want to argue at first, but I move to unbutton my pants. As I shove them down my legs and the cool breeze hits my skin, I feel myself flush with need. I like this, and I forgot how much until just now. The panties follow, and I toss them onto the porch swing.

“You next.” He jerks his chin toward the swing.

“What?” I ask, breathless.

“I want you to climb up onto the porch swing. Get on your knees and look out at the view with me.”

I follow his orders, just like I have before, kneeling on the swing as he holds it steady for me. He brings his body flush with mine, and I can feel his cock brush against me as he wraps his arm around my shoulders, his right palm splayed over the front of my left shoulder, holding me close.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yes.” I stare out at the mountain view we have from this vantage point. It’s a gorgeous place, and it’s going to be all ours. “This is why you wanted to live here, isn’t it?”