A Favor for a Favor (All In 2)

He slips his free arm under my thigh, opening me wider and propping himself up on his elbow. “Your panties are damp.” He pinches the material over my clit, grazing it. “Soaked, really.”

He’s not wrong. I’ve been rubbing his shaft over my clit like it was going to make a genie appear and grant me orgasm wishes. Plus, making him come with my mouth, and the knowledge that eventually he would be filling me up, has me pretty damn excited, but still . . . it’s embarrassing to be called out on how aroused I am.

Or maybe it’s a hint. I try to close my legs. “I should freshen up first.”

His hold on my thigh tightens. “Like hell.” He presses his nose against the damp fabric. “You smell like you’re ready to be fucked.”

“Jesus, Bishop. That mouth of yours is filthy.”

His eyes lift to mine in question.

“I like it.”

The crinkle at the corner of his eyes tells me he’s smiling. “I figured you would.” He inhales deeply and turns his head, biting the inside of my thigh.

I wish I’d had the foresight to take my panties off. I want to shove my hands in his hair and grind all over his face. I manage to restrain myself, because I’m highly aware that extra enthusiasm at this point is going to cause me problems. In the form of Bishop dragging this out even more.

He slips a single finger under the edge of my panties. Thank God. I shake with anticipation, like a cunnilingus junkie waiting for a hit of tongue. He moves the fabric over on either side until he’s essentially giving me a vagina wedgie—which seems counterproductive.

Bishop hooks his finger under the fabric at the crest of my pelvis and pulls up, causing the satin to tighten and rub against my clit. I suck in a gasping breath, fighting with my hips not to jerk up. And that’s before he slips a finger from his free hand under the fabric but lower, so his knuckle pushes against my opening.

I moan quietly as every single muscle in my body tightens, and I accidentally manage a Kegel. Based on his lascivious grin, I’m pretty sure he felt that.

He licks along the juncture of my thigh. Over and over, up one side and down the other. Then he sucks the soft, sensitive skin right beside my covered clit, and I think I’m going to die.

I give in, shoving my hands in his hair and trying to force his mouth to move an inch to the right.

Bishop releases the skin with a suctioned, wet pop. His lips brush against the satin right over my clit with the slow shake of his head. “You got something you want to say, bae?”

“Bishop.” I roll my hips, asking for what I want without words.

He chuckles and nuzzles into my panties, licking the wet fabric.

“Oh my God.” I turn my head into the pillow and fight a groan.

“All you have to do is ask, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“I want you to suck my goddamn clit.”

That earns me another dark, low chuckle. “I bet you do.” He bites the satin over my magic bean and pulls it away with his teeth. “But you need to ask nicely.”

“You are such an asshole,” I groan.

“I know.” His tongue sweeps along the seam of my panties, so damn close.

“Fine. Please, Bishop.”

“Please what?”

“Please just fucking eat me.”

He groans a low Yessss and with one swift jerk yanks my panties to the side, tearing the delicate fabric. “Sorry ’bout that. I’ll replace them along with the dress.” He hitches my legs over his shoulders, grabs my ass, and lifts my hips so far off the mattress only my shoulders and head still rest there.

There’s no more slow lead-up, no build, no teasing. His mouth covers me, and he sucks hard.

It doesn’t take long for the suction to have the desired effect, and I come with a violence that reminds me of summer storms. I can’t stop shaking, or screaming his name, or coming. My vision is eclipsed by a metaphorical meteor shower.

It doesn’t end there either. When my hips are returned to the mattress, he pushes two fingers inside me and flutters fast and hard until I’m trying to wriggle away from him, the sensations overwhelming after such a vicious orgasm.

“Oh fuck no.” He shifts around until he’s beside me instead of between my thighs and wraps a palm around the back of my neck, fingers still pumping furiously. “You come again. All over my fingers before I give you my cock.”

“You really are such an asshole,” I groan.

“I know, but at least you have a good reason to put up with me and my shit now.”

He uses his palm to press down on my clit with the next finger curl, and I explode. I’m a rag doll in his arms by the time I finally come down from that orgasm.