Bishop |18+|

Ch.18

Alia

"My girl." Antonio muttered softly and looked down at his hand that resting against my lower stomach. With a simple rub of his palm against my nether region, he spun me around and pressed my back against his chest, putting emphasis on his growing hard on.

It was so easy for him to lose control and I loved it.

Pressing his lips against my neck, he slipped his hand down underneath my shorts, feeling two of his fingers flick out and dive into my wetness. I flinched, Antonio pushed my legs apart with his knee and held both my arms with his free one, locking me in place. Goddamn Italian, I was supposed to help.

"Shit wait—" I scowled, feeling him dive deeper and my head slumped back against his shoulder, my throat letting out a deep groan. He didn't say anything and it was torturous, hearing his breathing against my ear.

"Stop." I groaned, yet my hips said otherwise as I unintentionally rolled them, grinding on his hand. I was a fucking mess.

"Be a good girl and shut the fuck up." Antonio grunted, kissing my jaw. "Enjoy it."

"No." I protested and pressed myself harder against him, pushing my ass against his erection. It was hard to miss the short lived gasp he let out and his hold on me weakened, allowing me to slip out of his arms and turn around to pull his hand out from underneath. The expression on his face screamed out confusion but it quickly morphed once he noticed my fixated gaze on his pants.

The size of it was intimidating, and the strong hold of lust blurred my mind from thinking rationally. He licked his fingers before placing it under my chin, gently lifting my head up so that my gaze would meet his. His expression.. so stoic but it was clear it was all a facade to hide his eagerness to fuck my brains out.

"It's my turn." I mouthed, holding his gaze and surprising him once my hand slowly unbuckled his belt. He gripped my arm.

"Alia—"
"Don't." I warned, watching his shoulders finally slack and his arms rest by his side. I watched the flicker of his expression and with a reassuring kiss on his cheek, I felt him let out a deep sigh, his breath grazing my skin. The belt was pulled out from his pants and thrown onto the sofa. He watched me closely, my hands moving down to unzip his pants.

Antonio was quiet, but hearing his breathing fasten I can tell he was nervous. His jaw was clenched and his gaze was fixated on my hand. Gone was the big intimidating man that Antonio once was. Gone was every ounce of that expression less attitude he held. He grumbled, and it was clear my patience to unzip his pants was pissing him off.

Once his pants were undone I looked up at him, slipping my hand down his boxers. The shock that came forth shortly afterwards.

I felt him—for the first time. My hand wrapped around his hot shaft, hearing him let out a low hiss.

"Fuck." He groaned, his jaw clenched and he pushed his head back, letting out deep breaths. His hand held the back of my head and before I knew it, I felt him press it against his chest. My hand began stroking his dick, getting a feel for the bumps of his veins as I traced my fingers along it.

"Let me help?" I asked him once more and landed a gentle kiss on his chin. Seeing him completely under my control looked so fucking hot, but I had a goal and that was to take his mind off the stress. If he couldn't talk, then I'd respect that—but it pains me to see him so fucking stressed. "Please."