Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,56

fingers into his hips.

Bishop gasps in what seems to be agreement, lifting himself up and then taking my cock deep again. He leans back, putting his hands on my shins, his entire body on display for me, and fucks himself on my cock. I run my hands all over him, caressing and then pinching his peaked nipples, grasping his thighs, wrapping my hand around his hard cock and stroking him.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he pants, his head falling back as he fucks himself faster, his precum leaking over my fingers, making them slick as I stroke him.

His channel tightens around me, fluttering as his cock stiffens and swells in my grasp, a beautiful blush blooming on his skin, from his face all the way down to his chest. He lets out a strangled cry, and his inner muscles start to pulse around me, his cock exploding in my hand, cum covering me. He fucks himself through it, his thrusts only slowing when he’s out of cum. My balls are aching for release, my whole body wound tight.

I grab Bishop by the hips and roll us over so I’m on top with him flat on his back. Burying my face in the crook of his neck, I rut into him, lapping at the sweat on his skin as muffled moans fall from my lips. It doesn’t take long, only a few desperate thrusts before my grunts turn to gasps, and my cock throbs in the tight heat of his ass, my hips twitching as I chase my pleasure, Bishop’s hands caressing my back and ass, heated words of encouragement falling from his lips.

As my pleasure fades, I roll off of him, flopping onto my back, my entire body feeling boneless and heavy.

“Fuck, that was good,” I murmur.

“So good,” he agrees, sounding sleepy and satisfied. He scoots closer, resting his head against my shoulder and letting out a contented sigh as he hitches his leg over mine.

“We still need to eat,” I remind him with a yawn.

“Short nap, then we’ll order food and do this again,” he says, yawning and absently dragging his fingers back and forth along my chest.

I kiss the top of his head and squeeze him tighter. “Sounds good to me.”

Our breathing evens out, but I don’t fall asleep. I lay there thinking about things I probably have no business wondering about.

“Hey, B?” I ask quietly, half hoping he’s asleep, so I won’t be able to ask.

“Mmm?” he responds, sounding relaxed, but not asleep.

“What was your first time like with Hudson?” I’m not sure why I ask. I shouldn’t want to bring up another man at a time like this, let alone Hudson, but I can’t help but be a little curious. Has Hudson been good to him? Does Bishop love him?

He lets out a throaty laugh and kisses my chest without answering the question. His breath tickles my skin, our legs tangling together while we get as close as possible, our breath mingling and our bodies touching in a hundred different places.

“The first time I had sex with Hudson we were drunk,” he admits. “Actually, the first few months we only hooked up after closing down the bar on Friday nights.”

“Then what?” I ask, finding myself curious to understand the evolution of their relationship. It obviously means a lot to Bishop, even if he’s doing his damndest to distance himself from it emotionally.

“Then…” He drags in a deep breath and tries to move even closer, only succeeding in pressing his body more firmly against mine. “Then it was when we were bored or horny or it was convenient. I told him I didn’t want anything serious, because I thought if I drew that line early on, it would keep me from getting disappointed. It’s Hudson, you know? He’s never taken anything seriously; why would he take me seriously?”

I bristle a little, and a surprising defense jumps to my lips. Hudson took our friendship seriously. He was always there...except when I really needed him to be there, and then he totally fucked me over.

“But you want him to? You want to tell him how you really feel?” The answer is obvious. He’s been clear that things weren’t over with Hudson, that he was only taking some time to think about things.

Is that why he wants me to have a civil conversation with him? It makes sense, I suppose. I obviously know fuck all about how relationships like this work, but I have been trying to do a little research,