Klara
I awaken in Bishop's soft bed, enveloped by muscles. I clench my thighs together at the feeling of his skin against my own. He lent me a pair of boxers and a tank top. I snuck under the covers before he could see me, as my nipples were clear as day through the white muscle shirt. This time, there was no bra to cushion the view.
Slowly, I turn in his arms to face him. He softly snores and I chuckle. I trace the features on his face, learning every line, scar, and crevice. The small scar on the left of his chin calls to me, and before I can think it through, I press a kiss over it.
Bishop stirs. He hums and presses himself against me further. His member is awake and ready to go. I know he's awake, but he keeps his eyes pressed shut and just groans about it being early.
I kiss his scar once more before trailing kisses down his throat, making him hum once again. Swinging my leg over, I force him onto his back and straddle his hips. Finally, his eyes snap open.
"What are you up to?" He looks cautious, but he can't stop his hands from climbing up my thighs.
His eyes drop to my chest, and my body reacts accordingly. My nipples harden and I dig my nails into his bare chest.
"I'm doomed." Bishop closes his eyes and shifts his hips.
His dick bumps my sex through his boxers and I bite my lip. My hips pull back, seeking the feeling again on their own accord. I lean down so that my front is against his and slowly slide down as I trace kisses down to his navel. When I look back up at him, his head is off the bed and his face is turn down toward me. His mouth is slightly open and I can see the hint of his tongue between his teeth. I suppress my own groan at the image and look down at his tented boxers.
Cautiously, I grab his shaft through his briefs.
"Klara," Bishop warns.
"Let me take care of you," I shush him and slide my fingers into his waist band.
He stops me and stares intensely into my eyes.
"Take care of me how Klara? Say it." He's dead-ass serious.
I know he want's me to say it so he knows I'm ready. But I'm not sure he's ready for it when I tug his briefs down to his thighs and lower my voice.
"Let me suck your cock until you cum down my throat."
He swallows, still watching me intently, but gives know indication of stopping me. I pick up his hard length and measure the weight in my hand. I get aquatinted with each vein and watch as his shaft twitches. Pre cum drips from the head, and I flick my tongue out to lick it up.
Bishop groans and slams his head back into his pillow with a curse. I use my hand to stroke him a few times. I watch his face to see how he reacts, and when I see it's a positive reaction, I replace my hand with my mouth.
I've watch plenty of porn, but I know it's not the best thing to reference so I don't try to gag myself or anything crazy.
His hand tangles into my hair and tugs slightly. I lift my head and look at him in confusion.
"What's wrong?" I ask breathless.
"Nothing. You just need to take a breather for Christ's sake. Switch between your mouth and your hand, I don't want you to pass out." He speaks and I can tell his mouth is dry by how rough his words are.
I nod quickly and start to use my hand to stroke him for a bit. Once I think I'm ready again, I lick his shaft bottom to top and bring him deep into my mouth once more.
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All Lights On Us
RomanceFootball player Bishop Cade is on the right track to making all of his dreams come true. University scouts are after him, along with St. Branton High School's teen population. What no one knows though, is Cade has a lot more going on in his life. He...
