Bishop |18+|

Ch.24

Alia

Today I decided to stay true to his words.

It was bright out—so fucking bright. Antonio had his arm cupping my body and with my head on his chest, I had no desire to move. Or so I thought.

My eyes slowly blinked open and looking down, I felt something hard against my leg. It didn't take a genius to guess what it was but being the curious type, I pulled the covers up to take a peak.

Bricked. The man was bricked. I was surprised though, seeing how deeply he was sleeping. Antonio was laying on his back, his head leaning towards me and I had to slowly sit up to make sure he didn't wake up. Letting out a yawn, I rolled my shoulders, now taking in the calming after effects of the brutal massage he gave me last night. My muscles have never felt so fucking light and I feel like I could do a whole goddamn workout if I wanted to.

Bear was already awake, pawing at the door and whining. Never knew Antonio raised a literal fucking child.

"Hang on I'll let you out, Bear." I mumbled softly, my voice still laced with sleep. Covering myself with the throw blanket, I scooted myself off the bed and walked over to the door, opening it for Bear. I never expected the fucking mutt to bolt straight downstairs, skidding across the floor to make his way towards the pet door. He must've woken up with a lot of energy and to be fair...

I did too.

Closing the door slowly, I looked back at Antonio, who'd now shifted slightly on the bed with a hand under his pillow, his other one laying on top of a cushion that somehow shifted next to his waist during the night. He always managed to look so fucking hot sleeping. Always.

I quietly walked over to the side of the bed before I pulled the covers away, looking down at his arousal. At this point, he was semi-hard, unaware of the potential my mouth held.

It's been so long since I've done something like this, and doing it on Antonio would be for both my pleasure and his. I've waited long—and now that I've got an opportunity, I'm gonna take it. My tongue darted out to wet my bottom lip before I slowly crawled onto the bed, leaning down.

Looking back up at him, I planted gentle kisses down his torso, hoping to wake him up slowly. I felt his light movements before I heard a sweet groan leaving his lips.

"Alia.." He breathed softly before fluttering his eyes open. His head was pulled up, his neck straining to get the perfect view of my lips against his skin. Fuck. From my view, seeing his messy hair, his sleepy-laced expression and the speed at which his chest rose and fell—it was enough to make me drip. "Sweetness, what are you.."

A hand latched onto his cock, motioning it up and down—from tip to base. I watched with excitement as his head fell back onto the pillow, hearing the deep baritone groan that escaped from deep within his chest. "Fuck, baby."

"How'd you sleep?" I asked softly, my thumb tracing the various veins that were prominent along his length. Antonio grabbed hold of another pillow, placing it on top of his current one before he laid his head back down to resolve the straining of his neck.

"Good, good." He moaned softly, a hand moving down to brush through my curls. "But my morning just seems to get better and better."

"Good to know." I grinned and laid my belly down on the mattress, being sure to stroke him faster before I slowed down at the last second to plant a kiss to his tip. A gasp erupted from his throat and Antonio was quick to go stiff.