“Good fucking God…” I moan as I continue to pump in and out of her. I lean up, standing to my full height. I grip her waist aggressively, slamming her to my waist to fill her completely. Using her hips as leverage I start to shove myself inside of her over and over again. Each time I pull her to me she is filled full with my cock.
I can hear the sloppy sounds of our body connecting. It ricochets off every surface in this room. The slapping of our skin each time I bottom out inside of her. My fingertips are digging inside her hips as Valor screams in pleasure beneath me. I’m marking her skin while she’s marking my soul.
“I-I’m gonna… Fuck, I’m gonna come,” she whimpers. I press my thumb on her clit, slowly massaging it, watching as she breaks apart.
It is a spiritual moment more than anything, watching her let down all of her guards, all the walls. She is completely vulnerable to me. Her walls clamp down around my cock like a vise, pulling out of her will be physically impossible.
My climax knocked the breath out of me as I fill her completely. She twitches, the aftershock of her orgasms milking everything I have left. Sweat coats my body, and the smell of sex wafts throughout the room.
Taking deep breaths, in and out, my head rests on her shoulder as she gasps. Her fingers tangling in my hair, playing with the ends of it while I just stand there inside of her. Enjoying the feeling of being close.
I lift my head to meet her eyes, and she gives me a breathtakingly tired smile. I brush a few stray pieces of hair off her forehead, matching her grin. Her mouth opens and I expect something along the lines of ‘that was amazing’ or something giving me a pat on the back for my amazing sex job, but of course with Valor it’s never the obvious thing.
“Can we get pizza?”
I drop my head down on her chest, laughing slowly at first, but it builds to one of those laughs that make your stomach hurt. The ones that you want to live in forever, the kind of laugh I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing with her by my side.
I think that was the moment I realized I was in love with her.
*Bang* *Bang*
I groan, rolling over onto my back covering my face with my hands. I peep through my fingers, looking for the clock on Bishop’s bedside table. The clock reads five. Five in the fucking morning. I don’t have class till nine.
I roll towards B, smiling at his messy hair. It’s thrown all over his face, his soft breaths blowing it up and down. I move towards him, crawling until I am sitting on his lap. He’d sleep through fucking World War III, I’m sure of it.
I lean down, nibbling on his ear lobe.
“Bishop…” I whisper softly. I can feel his morning wood rubbing against my already wet slit. I’m completely naked due to the fact Bishop couldn’t keep his hands to himself all night. After the intense moment in the office my body was dead tired, but after he fed me pizza he wanted more of me.
I hear him groan softly, and I smirk. I sit up, looking down at him watching as he opens his eyes. Those blue irises shine with the morning light catching them. His hands find my hips, rocking me softly against his shaft. I moan, biting my bottom lip. My body is so sore, but already so ready for him.
“You’re insatiable.” I giggle, placing my hands on his chest. He leans up, wrapping his arm around my waist, kissing my shoulder and collarbone.
“And you’re wet.” His morning voice is husky, rough, and it’s making my nipples hard. I tangle my fingers in his hair, placing a slow kiss on his lips. It’s leisurely, lazy, like we do it every day.
I hear the knocking again, and I sigh, “Who the hell is here at five on a Sunday?”
He whines, tightening his grip around me. “Maybe if we ignore it they will go away,” he mumbles into my skin. I laugh a little louder pushing him away from me. I kiss his forehead. Rolling off his body.
“Go get the door, babe.”
Bishop slips out of bed, pulling a pair of boxers on, then shorts. He has an attitude the entire time, making me chuckle. I watch his body walk to the door, and I clear my throat lifting an eyebrow. He smiles, walking back to me, laying a soft kiss on my lips.
“Happy?” he snarks playfully.
“I’d be even happier if you made some coffee.” I give him my best puppy dog eyes and hope it works. He laughs, shaking his head, and heads towards the front door to see who is here.
“Is that a yes?” I call to him, but all I hear is his laugh.
Dick. I think before I throw the sheet off my body and walk to the bathroom to pee. After I clean myself up, I search for some clothes to put on so I can go make myself coffee. I find a pair of sweatpants that I have to roll up and one of Bishop’s T-shirts.
Last night made me confident that he was ready to tell my dad, so confident that I was going to leave my toothbrush here today. I’d refused to leave clothes, socks, toothbrushes, or anything here until we told people about us.
I toss my hair into a bun, making my way out of his room and towards the kitchen. The closer I get the heavier my head feels. It’s one of those feelings that you know everything is about to go to shit. I hear voices, voices I know. My feet pad down the steps, moving towards Bishop and the visitors. B isn’t facing me but the two men in front of him are.
Nico Jett and Malakai Petrov.
Nico is still handsome, and Kai is still scary as fuck.
“What’s up, baby Sullivan!” Nico walks towards me, slinging an arm around my shoulder and giving me a smile. “What are you doing here this early?”
Kai stands by the door, eyeing Bishop carefully but he did give me a head nod and what I assume was a smile. You can never tell if he is happy or just pissed the fuck off. Nico’s smile is too much this damn early in the morning. I can’t deal with chirpy humans before I’ve had coffee.
My stomach knots, and I move my eyes quickly to B. I raise a slow eyebrow at him, asking him without using my words, You haven’t told them?
Panic sets in on his normally stoic face. I turn to look up at Nico, ready to answer his question when Bishop interrupts.
“Vallie got a little too drunk last night, so I let her crash here.” He shrugs off the statement.
Shrugs it off like last night meant jack shit to him. Like he hadn’t been moaning my name, and dropping his semen inside of me like he wanted me to have his fucking baby. My heart is hammering in my chest, and I hope no one notices.
“Still learning to handle your liquor? Bishop, dude, I figured you would’ve taught her that by now,” Nico jokes. He is the only person in the room who doesn’t notice the tension, even Kai is aware of what’s happening to me internally.
“I guess he hadn’t got around to it,” I say, trying to keep my words calm. I can’t believe I’d trusted him to live up to his words. I believed him when he said it wasn’t that he was ashamed to be with me.
I feel awkward standing here, embarrassed that I let him play me like this. I feel stupid for thinking I was special. I thought he would be ready after everything that happened last night. I thought─
I thought wrong.
I though very fucking wrong. My heart deflates in my chest, and I feel like I might puke. Bile rises in my throat. My throat burns with words I want to say and unshed tears sit in my eyes. I bite the inside of my cheek, clearing my throat, and giving them a smile.