Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,5
I shake with the effort to hold still, letting him play even though I want to pin him down and rut against him like a wild animal.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck and draw him into my lungs as he starts to stroke me in long, slow tugs, my balls bouncing with each one. Dragging my tongue along his throat, over his Adam’s apple, I reach between us, and he drops his grasp on me as I wrap my hand around both our erections at once.
Bishop arches into my touch, his hands going back to my nipples as I stroke us both, our precum mixing and trickling down both our shafts to slick the way. My piercing catches on the ridge of his cockhead, and he gasps, his eyes rolling back.
“Oh fuck, more,” he pants, rolling my nipple barbells between his fingers, tugging and flicking them faster as I speed up my hand.
My mouth finds his again, but it’s far too inept to be considered a kiss, more our mouths bumping against each other as we share harsh breaths and quiet moans, our sweat drenched bodies sliding against each other as I give up stroking to thrust against his cock, both of them trapped in my tight grasp.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Bishop cries against my lips, arching his hips as his whole body tenses, and his cock pulses against mine, spilling hot, thick seed all over my erection and my hand. I fuck against him faster, my head growing dizzy from the incredible slickness of his cum all over me.
“Bishop, ungh,” I grunt as pleasure tears through me, my balls constricting as I follow him over the edge, adding my own release to the mess covering us.
I collapse against him, and he lets out a contented sigh. A warm, fuzzy kind of feeling fills my body and no doubt paints a goofy smile on my face. After a minute I manage to roll off him. I find a peaceful smile on his lips as well, a genuine peaceful smile. My heart gives a little flip, and I nuzzle my nose against his jaw before pressing a lingering kiss there.
“Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again,” I promise him, fully intent on fulfilling my word to make him come until the sun comes up. Not that it was an altogether altruistic offer to begin with. Obvious reasons aside, I’ve been in Pasadena over six months and have found myself in a bit of a dating slump. It’s not only about sex; I crave a connection with other people, lay awake at night wishing my bed wasn’t so empty. Before Bishop plopped himself down on the barstool tonight, I’d been considering if maybe it was time to pick up and try a new city again, a new state, another chance to find something that feels like it fits me. But now...well, maybe I can stick around California a little longer.
“Mmm,” he hums. “As incredible as that sounds, I actually need to run.”
“You do?” There’s no hiding the disappointment dripping from my voice, my heart plummeting quickly as it sinks in that I’ll have to settle for a lonely bed tonight after all.
“I do,” he confirms, wiggling out of my grasp and slipping out of bed.
“Let me get your number,” I insist, doing my best to resist dragging the captivating, addicting man back into my bed.
“This was fun, but I can’t.” He shakes his head and bites his bottom lip before tugging his pants back on and looking around, most likely trying to remember where he left his shirt.
“Sure, you can,” I coax, turning on the charm. “You had fun, I had fun. We can have fun again.”
“Look, I’m already in love with two men I can’t have, the last thing I need is a third.” A blush rises in his cheeks as the words leave his mouth.
“Two men?” I repeat. It’s no shock to hear he’s in deep with the guy he always comes into the bar, and occasionally leaves the bar, with. But there’s someone else too? Is he like I am?
He gives me a wry half smile, giving up looking around for his shirt and running his fingers quickly through his hair to tame it.
“It’s complicated.”
“Well, if you ever need to uncomplicate things again, even for one night, you know where to find me.”
“I do,” he agrees with a smile, leaning over the bed and brushing a kiss to my lips. “I’m going to