“Before you fuck my pussy, I want you to fuck my hand.” She grips my erection in her warm palm. “And my mouth.”

“Christ, Stevie.” I’m not going to argue. It’s probably a good idea to take the edge off; that way I can spend all the time in the world making her come for me before I get inside her. I slide a hand under her and roll onto my back so she’s straddling my thighs.

I take a moment to appreciate how gorgeous she is: long hair cascading over her shoulders in waves, the end of one pale-purple tendril curling to frame her nipple. All that’s left are her panties, and they happen to match her hair. Stevie makes quick work of ridding me of my pants.

She doesn’t take my boxers off yet, and I know the torment I was promising her is coming my way. Which is fine, because what she plans to dish out now, I’ll give back to her twice as good.

Stevie skims the contour of my erection through my boxers with her thumbs, and my cock jerks with the muted contact.

She smirks. “Somebody’s excited.”

She places a palm in the center of my chest and leans down, hair falling forward to tickle my skin, nipples dragging across my chest, mouth hovering over mine. “I’m gonna make you come now.” She sucks my bottom lip and slips her hand inside my boxers, warm palm wrapping around me, skin to skin.

She pushes back up so she can rub her satin-covered sex along my shaft. We make a mutual sound of tortured appreciation. On the next stroke forward, she slides my cock under the crotch of her panties so I’m suddenly dragging over slick bare skin.

“Ah hell, Stevie.” My eyes roll up and my erection kicks in her fist as the head glides past her clit.

“Do you like the way that feels?”

I grip her thighs, trying to hold on to my shredded control. “Pretty sure you already know the answer to that question.”

“Mmm, I like the way it feels too.” She rolls her hips, a sly, slightly evil smile tipping up the corner of her mouth. “Don’t come yet if you want my mouth on you.”

For once I keep my mouth shut, aware she’s tormenting me on purpose, and any asshole snark I dish out is going to be met with more of this slow torture. So instead I enjoy the view as Stevie shifts to kneel between my thighs, naked apart from her pretty panties, which I’m likely going to destroy when I finally get my hands on her the way I want to.

Finally, fucking finally, she wraps one hand around my shaft and cups my balls with the other—God bless her for being a multitasker—and bows forward. Her eyes are on me as her tongue peeks out and she drags her wet bottom lip from the base of my shaft to the ridge. She places a barely there kiss at the tip.

Her hair fans out, soft lavender waves cascading over my thighs. She places open-mouth, wet kisses along my shaft. I shudder when she tongues the ridge and groan when the head disappears between her lips. She takes me in a few inches, then pops off, the cool air a shocking contrast to her warm, wet mouth.

“Bishop?” Her voice is like smoke.

I grunt a response, because I’m not sure I’m capable of speaking right now.

“I need your help.” She abandons my balls so she can pull her hair over one shoulder. “Can you hold this for me so it’s not in the way?” She spins her hair around her wrist. “Please?”

I manage words this time. “Anything for you, bae.”

She grins against the head of my erection, and I reach out, unsteady with my excitement as I slide my fingers into her hair and gather it up, twisting it around my own wrist. Once it’s out of the way, she takes me back into her mouth.

She only strokes once or twice before she pops off again, tongue sweeping along the ridge, sucking the head and really, just generally teasing the fuck out of me. “Why don’t you show me what you like, Shippy?”

I cock a brow, and she grins. This time when she takes me in her mouth, I guide her strokes, lifting my hips, pushing deeper, moving her faster. Her hands splay out on my thighs, bracing her weight so I can control how she moves, which is really more than I can handle.

I warn her when I’m about to come, which takes a lot less time than I would like it to. I loosen my hold on her hair when my hips involuntarily jerk. I feel her throat constrict, my whole body tightening up, fingers flexing again as I come with brutal intensity.

As soon as I regain control of my body, I pull her off my cock, grab her by the waist, and flip her over onto her back. I capture her wet, swollen lips, and despite the fact that her mouth tastes like my cock and my orgasm, I sweep inside. She tries to wrap her legs around my waist and rub up on me again, but I shift so my legs are bracketing hers and drop my ass on her thighs, keeping them tight together and preventing any hope she had of friction. “Oh no you don’t. It’s my turn, and I have weeks of torture to make up for.”

CHAPTER 23

MAGIC PEEN

Stevie

In hindsight it might not have been the best plan to pretend Bishop’s dick was an ice cream cone for twenty minutes. Especially after all those weeks of me being near his groin and him not being able to help himself out. I’m banking on the fact that he’s going to want to get in me badly enough that he won’t feel compelled to torture me for too long.

Bishop bites and sucks his way over my collarbone, groaning as he stops to tongue my nipples before he moves lower, tracing my navel.