“You’re not,” she said breathlessly. “It’s okay to lose control, Bishop. I won’t break.”
She didn’t know what she was saying. “Don’t tempt me.”
She couldn’t possibly know what she was inviting, opening herself up to him like that. Bishop prayed he didn’t hurt her, knowing that she’d only had a sample of what he was capable of. He was afraid her innocence might be her undoing, when he wanted it to be his salvation.
Angel leaned further into him, sighing. “Ohhhhhhh.” Her hand covered his, guiding his hand down her body and between her legs again.
Bishop grinned. He dropped the sponge, letting his fingers brush against the outer plumpness guarding her most private part. “You won’t be the only woman there. The guy who owns the house is married.” He parted the folds and inched his way inside. “Razor and Herc will have found someone to while away their free time with.”
“Razor… and Herc?” Her voice was growing weaker. “Those are odd names.”
“We all go by nicknames. Jorge got his because he prefers a straight razor instead of a knife. Herc is short for Hercules. He’s strong as an ox.” He began to caress her labia with gentle strokes of his fingertips. His cock had swollen to the max, and Bishop was so turned on that he knew it wouldn’t take much to make him come.
“What about you, what’s your nickname?” Her heavy breathing seemed amplified. Without asking, she opened her legs further to him, allowing more room for his hand.
Bishop hesitated. His nickname pretty much explained how he’d acquired it. The nicknames his SEAL team went by were given by the members for various reasons, and usually connected to something they were associated with and good at. Sniper was the best shooter, Wizard was good at making things happen when no one else could, Dogman had a lethal German Sheppard he used for tracking and capture. Bishop wasn’t sure he wanted Angel to know the truth about what he was good at on his team.
Maybe he could take her mind off her question. He was still exploring her labia, and pushed his finger deeper into her slick channel. She moaned deeply and rest her head back against his chest.
“You’re so responsive, baby,” he whispered in her ear. Her juices were warm, and flowing thickly around his fingers. Was her little clit hard?
“You know how to touch a woman,” she responded. “And the feel of your cock against my backside is driving me crazy.”
“That’s what you do to me.” Retrieving the sponge with his other hand he brought it up her body to her breasts, while his fingers withdrew enough to explore her clitoral hood, slipping beneath to torture her pearl-sized clitoris. Fuck!
“Aaahhh!” She raised her hips into his caress. “It’s been so long for me, Bishop!” Her sharp admission caught him by surprise. “Your fingers have the magic touch.”
“How come you don’t have a boyfriend, Angel?”
She laughed huskily. “Are we really going to have a conversation about that now?” The subtle movements of her hips told Bishop she was responding to his touch.
“You’re a very pretty lady. I’m just curious.”
“I…just…haven’t…found…the…right…man…yet,” she said in a panting voice.
He was moving his hips in rhythm with her movements. Each time her butt brushed the head of his cock he thought he was going to explode. “You’ve never had a boyfriend?”
“No, I…didn’t…say that! I can’t think right now!” she rushed out. The soapy water was sloshing over the sides of the tub.
Her movements became almost frantic, and it was clear she was working up to an orgasm. Bishop had three fingers inside her clenching pussy as far as they would go. The sponge had long ago slipped from his grasp, allowing him the pleasure of caressing and cupping her breasts with his other hand, tweaking her nipples to keep them hard.
“Should I stop?” He said against her ear, already knowing what her answer would be.
“Don’t…you…dare!” she panted. She brought her arms up and behind her, encircling his neck and arching her body like a well-strung bow.
She was moving faster against his index finger, and he knew she was almost there. Every time her hips lifted and fell her backside caressed his aching cock. He clenched his teeth against the urge to swing her around and sink into her aroused body. He’d already fucked her once without protection and wasn’t about to do it a second time. When her head fell back against his chest and she released a long wail, he knew she was coming.
He rammed his cock into her lower butt crack, sliding it between sweet flesh and the smooth porcelain of the bottom of the tub. The small, triangle opening didn’t swallow his whole dick but just enough of the head and beyond to feel damn good. He continued to finger fuck Angel, alternating between her swollen clit, and sinking his fingers deep inside her cunt. Her muscles constricted around the digits, and he could feel the wet heat of her flowing release. When he decided Angel had had enough of his pleasuring her clit he pulled out and ran his hand up her body so he could cup both her breasts. He thumbed her protruding, rock hard nipples.
Bishop continued to thrust against her, even after he felt her body relax against his. A powerful orgasm rose up like a giant tidal wave, promising to release the burning ache in his balls, and God, he wanted it too. He growled like an animal in pain, squeezing Angel’s breasts roughly, losing control when sweet release came.
“Oh my God, I think I’m turning into a nympho,” she teased a few minutes later, still slightly out of breath. “The more we do this, Bishop, the more I want it.”
Bishop nuzzled behind her ear, grinning. “How lucky am I? Maybe you’ve always been a nympho and are just now realizing it.”
“No, that’s not it. I’ve never really thought about sex…what I mean is the few experiences I’ve had led me to believe that sex is over-rated.” He was able to make eye contact with her when she tilted her head to look up at him. “Now I know it makes a difference when you’re with someone who knows and cares what he’s doing.”
Bishop closed his eyes, knowing that he was going to hurt her. Women like Angel connected their emotions with sex. Though he couldn’t exactly deny that he was feeling something too, he knew he had to put the brakes on and back up a little.
Suddenly, and without warning, Angel flipped around and sat facing him. He met the sensual haze still simmering in her eyes. “What now?” His question put a big smile on her face.
“You’re a smart man, you tell me,” she teased, lifting one foot out of the water to run it up and down his chest and abs. At the same time her hands came up to caress her breasts.
Bishop gulped at the sight. Angel wasn’t just touching her breasts, she was loving them and enjoying it, too. The tip of her tongue came out to run along the seam of her top lip. She closed her eyes halfway, and emitted a cute little kitten sound that heated his blood to boiling in record time. He sucked in his breath when she lowered her head and raised a plump breast at the same time. When her tongue swirled around her nipple, and she pulled it into her mouth, his flaccid cock came back to life.
Hell! She knows what she’s doing. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Bishop had to remind himself that Angel was a school teacher. She might be sweet and pure but undoubtedly she wasn’t in the bedroom. As his cock turned hard and lengthened in her direction, a plan started to formulate in his mind. He wanted to fuck her pussy so bad that it was driving him insane. What had she done to him?
He encircled her ankles and ran his hands slowly down her legs and thighs, stopping at her hips. He had a few moves too. Without warning, he lifted her just enough to pull her onto his hard-as-stone cock. Her audible gasp revealed her surprise and her pleasure. Bishop pulled her onto his length until he was embedded as deep as he could go. He settled her ankles against his shoulders.
Face to face, they were as close as two people could get. The sensual look in Angel’s smoky eyes backed up the intense desire on her pretty face. Bishop leaned forward and kissed her, and no matter how hard he pressed her, he
r mouth remained soft and inviting beneath his. Now that he was where he wanted to be, his control was hanging by a thread. All he longed for was fucking her hard and fast.
“You have more will power than you think,” Angel commented when their kiss ended. She ran her hands over the front of his body, and then lowered her head to lap at a nipple. “Is that the SEAL in you?”
“Obviously not,” Bishop remarked. The action caused a rush of extreme heat to surge through his body and go straight to his cock. He fought down the instinct to hurry. Half the pleasure was sinking his shaft into her and letting her wet heat throb, and squeeze around him. “I just came a moment ago and I’m already hard again. I usually need more down time.”
Angel’s throaty laugh revealed how turned on she was.
“Just be glad we’ve already fucked a couple times.” All of a sudden his dick was being squeezed by the contractions of her tightening channel. Bishop shuddered, and let out a low groan. “Angel, let me get a condom on before it’s too late.”
Thank God he’d had the forethought to bring one with him to the bathroom. He reached for where he’d placed it, on the floor next to the tub. His fast movement must have frightened the lounging cat because suddenly Barnie was jumping up, and flying off the edge of the tub onto the floor. Ignoring the cat, Bishop quickly tore the wrapper open and pulled out the condom.
“I hate this part,” Angel said, as he pushed her off his cock.
“What?” Bishop asked, preoccupied with slipping the condom over his aching dick. He only had one burning thought on his mind.
“Pulling out after you’ve been inside, so deep and snug. Scratching my itch. I just want you to fuck me, and forget about everything else.”
“Oh, shit!” he rasped gruffly, her words nearly undoing him. “I can still do that.” His hips shot forward at the same time he pulled her toward him, and then he was sheathed inside her tight pussy again. They both made a sound of satisfaction.
“Hold on, baby,” he said, squeezing her hips.
She dropped her hands behind her in the water to brace herself against the bottom of the tub. Her legs were still up against his chest, only now her feet and half her calves were dangling over his shoulders. The position allowed for a snug fit and intense pleasure for them every time he thrust inside her body. The sight of Angel’s beautiful bouncing breasts enticed Bishop to pick up his speed. She pushed him over the edge when she reached forward and cupped his balls.
“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Angel cried out as she climaxed.
Bishop was right there with her. “Aaaahh!” he groaned in a guttural tone, his body shuddering and convulsing with his release. He couldn’t remember ever having such an intense, explosive orgasm. As they clung to one another, panting out of control, he couldn’t help thinking that Angel just might be the salvation that he was looking for.
Chapter 6
“Come on Angel, it’s your turn!”
She sat back in her chair and vigorously shook her head no. “I think I’ve had too much to drink.”
“We all have, girlfriend! And that didn’t stop us.”
Angel raised her brow at her friend Ann, before looking at Jodie. The third grade teacher looked like she was about to fly off the mechanical bull she was riding. “Nope, no way. I’m not going to make a fool out of myself. Look at Jody.”
Ann laughed. “Did anyone take a picture of her?”
“I took a picture of all of us,” Marty, one of the office secretaries , spoke up. She finished what was in her glass and let out a hiccup. “Scuze me.”
Angel smiled at her, before turning her gaze back to Jody. Thank God the bull was winding down. For as many years as they’d been coming there for girl’s night out so far no one had been thrown, or seriously hurt. But sooner or later it was bound to happen.
“Are you going to be the only one of us not to ride Bully Boy?” Cora asked, waving their waitress over. Cora was a part-time volunteer for the school clinic and library.
“Come on, Angel,” a male voice coaxed from a nearby table. She spared him a smile. He and two of his friends had been watching them for an hour, jeering them on, buying them drinks. She’d seen them at Bronco Bill’s before and had dismissed them as harmless flirts.
Jody stumbled her way to their table, laughing. “Your turn, Angel, and then I’m calling it a night.”
“Oh, all right, but if I go flying someone better be there to catch me.” Angel got to her feet and made her way to Bully Boy. She was feeling a light buzz from the three glasses of wine she’d drank, and would need to wait before driving home. Which, thank goodness, was just down the street.
“I’ll catch you, Angel!”
She ignored the male shout-out and grabbed the well-worn leather strap on to the mechanical bull, pulling herself up onto his wide back. Bully Boy’s body looked just like a real bull, minus the legs. His enormous head was adorned with two massive horns. Just as she was digging in her front pocket for some change the guy, from the nearby table moved into her line of vision.
“I’ll get it, Angel.” He quickly slipped four quarters into the slot, and the bull took off before Angel was ready.
She let out a squeal and she said a prayer when the bull started out in slow speed. As quickly as she could she slipped her hand beneath the strap around its girth to hold onto.
“A baby could ride that bull as slow as you’re going!” Jody yelled out, laughing.
Before Angel could reach forward and change the speed someone else did it for her. Bully Boy rapidly switched to the buck-and-spin speed and she clamped her legs to him tightly and held on, throwing her other arm in the air. She let her body relax until she was flowing with the gyrations of the bull and not straining against them. She’d ridden the buck-and-spin speed before, but not after downing three glasses of wine.
“That’s more like it!” She heard Cora laughing. The other girls joined in but it was hard to make out what they were saying because they were all speaking at the same time.
As always it didn’t take Angel long to get caught up in the fun of riding Bully Boy. She was vaguely aware of Marty coming over to take a picture of her, and then returning to the table.
“You have to stay on for two minutes like the rest of us!” Jody called out.
Angel already knew that. Sometimes they rode longer, sometimes shorter, but no matter what time they agreed on everyone had to do the same time, or pay the tab for the night. As she spun around she glanced in the direction of her table and could see that her friends were finishing their drinks and gathering up their belongings. It was later than they usually stayed out, but it was the last time they were getting together until school began again.
During one of her trips around she caught sight of a small group sitting at the bar. Seeing Bishop with them caught her by surprise, even though he’d told her he had plans with friends. He hadn’t given her the specifics, and she hadn’t told him her plans, so his being there was an obvious coincidence. Has he seen me? Angel got her answer the next time she glanced his way again. Looking directly at her, and smiling, he nodded her way.
She smiled back, and tried to ignore the flutter inside her belly. He looked so handsome in jeans and a pull-over sweater that was the color of his eyes. “How much longer?” she called out to no one in particular.
“One more minute, honey,” said the same man who’d paid for her ride.
She was conscious of him standing off to the side and watching her. She smiled because he smiled, and she didn’t want to seem unfriendly. Under normal circumstances she would find him interesting, but how could she now, after what she and Bishop had shared? Hopefully the guy would keep it on friendly terms and not make a pass at her. She hated awkward situations.
“Times up!” Ann, who was also a kindergarten teacher, called out.
Thank goodness! The room was beginning to spin and not because of Bully Boy. Angel reached forward and hit the switch. Only she leaned over too far and lost her balance. She instinctively cr
ied out, her eyes rounding when she felt herself slipping over the bull’s head. She made a wild grab for the massive horns.
“Someone help!” she laughed, trying to push her bottom back into place. Oh, God! I’m going to fall and make a fool of myself. And right in front of Bishop! She glanced at the bar, and just when she was about to thank God he wasn’t looking, he turned to see her dilemma. Shoot!
She was aware her friends were rushing in her direction but the guy from the other table was already there, and all he had to do was reach up and pull her down from the bull. She automatically put her hands on his shoulders for support until her feet touched the ground.
“Graceful,” Jody chuckled, turning back the way she’d come. The others followed suit once they saw Angel had been rescued and was okay.
“Thank you,” Angel said. “I guess it was a good thing you were hanging around.” She turned to leave but he held onto her shoulders, preventing her from going anywhere.
“Name’s Steve,” he said, reaching for his beer on a table where he’d obviously placed it earlier.
She didn’t know him, other than he’d been sitting at the table next to them with his friends, yet something warned Angel that he was a little drunk. “Thank you, Steve.” She turned to leave again.
“Wait a minute.” Without warning she found herself being pulled back by a firm hand on her arm. “The least you can do is tell me your name.”
She took a deep breath, smiled, and tried to pry her arm loose without drawing attention. A quick glance at Bishop told her he was watching them closely. For the first time she noticed that there was a woman sitting between him and another man. Was she Bishop’s date, or the other guys? Right now they were conversing, only Bishop’s narrowed gaze was fixed on her. He looked poised for trouble, as if sensing it.
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