All Lights On Us

C19: Bonded

Klara POV

"Bishop, now is not the time. We're in school and - where are you taking me?" Bishop starts to drag me into the gym while reaching into his pocket for keys.

When he starts to unlock the doors to the storage room, I protest louder.

"This is crazy. You're crazy. Bishop you could get into serious trouble if you don't stop getting into fights. You have to promise me you'll stop," I speak fast while he opens the door and drags me inside, mostly because I know that we're not going to be talking for a while.

He shuts the door and locks it before turning around to face me. He leans against the door, and strains. I get the feeling he's restraining himself from the need to bend me over the bin of basketballs.

"It smells disgusting in here," I placed my hands on my hips.

He doesn't laugh or move. He seems cautious. I can read him like a book now, and I know that the need he's feeling for me in this moment is too strong. He takes controlled breaths. I eye up his tight muscles and curiosity sparks through my body, even more so when I glance at the bulge in his pants.

"Promise me," I said once again, still looking at Bishop's zipper.

"Promise." The word hardly comes out, even as a whisper.

I nod in acceptance and step towards him. His arms are at his sides, but as soon as I'm close enough, he grabs me. Our lips meet fast and hard. He reaches under my skirt to pet me through my panties, but jolts slightly when he meets more bare skin. He pulls back slightly and lifts my skirt up.

"You," he gives a breathy laugh.

My hips turn and rock, giving me away on how much I want him right now. He stares at the underwear he bought me for the beach. The crotchless number that he knew would make it easier to get inside me in more public places.

"Did you plan for this?" Bishop asked accusingly but still out of breath from holding back.

I giggle.  "No, I hoped. There's a difference."

He groans and looks up at the flickering lights of the storage room, trying to stall so that he can gain some control back. I have other plans though, and start a sensual dance on his neck with my tongue and lips. He curses and loses control, bending slightly to pick me up. Turning fast, he slams my back against the door and grinds his bulge against my clit. He tucks his face into my shoulder and takes a few breaths.

"What's wrong Bishop? You can be rough, I won't break," my hips rock against his and he finally loses the battle with his control.

With one hand, he pulls my top up to expose my breasts cushioned in my new lacy bra before trailing the same hand down my body roughly. He undoes his pants before stopping abruptly and cursing viciously. 

"I don't have a condom," the pain erupts on his face at the thought of not being able to fuck me, but I have my own surprise up my sleeve.

I slowly reach one hand into my bra, staring into his eyes as I tweak one of my nipples before pulling the cups down to expose both of my breasts. Trying to make him lose control, I play with my rather large tits by pushing them together and rubbing them slowly. I'm challenging him and he knows it, but his face gives away his fear.

"I can't risk it, babe. I can't share you yet," he shakes his head but still nestles against me.

"Fuck me, Bishop. Come inside of me. I need you," I mew. 

His adams apple bobs as he swallows but he shakes his head again. I roll my eyes. Always the damn level-headed responsible one. 

"If I tell you I got on birth control and I'm officially good to go as of today, would that get you to play along with my fantasy of you losing control and fucking me with no concern of what will happen after?"