Bishop's Angel (5 page)

“Do you like the beach?” Angel had beautiful
skin. He couldn’t help noticing how the hot, soapy water turned it
rosy.

She nodded. “Haven’t been this summer yet.
Mmm, that feels good.” Her tone sounded lazy.

Bishop pulled her back against him, gritting
his teeth with pleasure when her sweet ass bumped up against his
cock. He continued moving the sponge over her body, starting on her
chest and gliding down to her breasts. “I have a friend who has a
place on the beach in Ft. Lauderdale. He’s invited a few of us over
for a cookout tomorrow. I’d like you to go with me.” Slowly, he
moved on to her ribs, belly, and below the water to the triangle
between her legs.

“Ahhhh…,” Angel said hoarsely, “someone on
your team?” She tilted her neck when he brought the soapy sponge up
to run it beneath her chin.

“A few someones, yeah.” He replaced the
sponge with his mouth. Kissing her was his intention, but once he
caught her sweet fragrance he took a bite.

“Mmmm,” she cried out, quivering against
him.

Bishop quickly soothed the faint mark with
his tongue. But then moved onto another spot and did the same
thing. Angel was squirming against him, sighing and whimpering, her
cries a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Don’t let me hurt you,” he said against her
shoulder, afraid he’d go too far. The women he was used to could
take it rough. Some gave as good as they got. They liked pain, and
when they inflicted it on him, just for a little while he could
focus on that and forget the particulars of the mission he’d just
returned from. Especially if it had ended badly. Angel wasn’t like
them, she wasn’t as hard or experienced.

“You’re not,” she said breathlessly. “It’s
okay to lose control, Bishop. I won’t break.”

She didn’t know what she was saying. “Don’t
tempt me.”

She couldn’t possibly know what she was
inviting, opening herself up to him like that. Bishop prayed he
didn’t hurt her, knowing that she’d only had a sample of what he
was capable of. He was afraid her innocence might be her undoing,
when he wanted it to be his salvation.

Angel leaned further into him, sighing.
“Ohhhhhhh.” Her hand covered his, guiding his hand down her body
and between her legs again.

Bishop grinned. He dropped the sponge,
letting his fingers brush against the outer plumpness guarding her
most private part. “You won’t be the only woman there. The guy who
owns the house is married.” He parted the folds and inched his way
inside. “Razor and Herc will have found someone to while away their
free time with.”

“Razor… and Herc?” Her voice was growing
weaker. “Those are odd names.”

“We all go by nicknames. Jorge got his
because he prefers a straight razor instead of a knife. Herc is
short for Hercules. He’s strong as an ox.” He began to caress her
labia with gentle strokes of his fingertips. His cock had swollen
to the max, and Bishop was so turned on that he knew it wouldn’t
take much to make him come.

“What about you, what’s your nickname?” Her
heavy breathing seemed amplified. Without asking, she opened her
legs further to him, allowing more room for his hand.

Bishop hesitated. His nickname pretty much
explained how he’d acquired it. The nicknames his SEAL team went by
were given by the members for various reasons, and usually
connected to something they were associated with and good at.
Sniper was the best shooter, Wizard was good at making things
happen when no one else could, Dogman had a lethal German Sheppard
he used for tracking and capture. Bishop wasn’t sure he wanted
Angel to know the truth about what he was good at on his team.

Maybe he could take her mind off her
question. He was still exploring her labia, and pushed his finger
deeper into her slick channel. She moaned deeply and rest her head
back against his chest.

“You’re so responsive, baby,” he whispered
in her ear. Her juices were warm, and flowing thickly around his
fingers. Was her little clit hard?

“You know how to touch a woman,” she
responded. “And the feel of your cock against my backside is
driving me crazy.”

“That’s what you do to me.” Retrieving the
sponge with his other hand he brought it up her body to her
breasts, while his fingers withdrew enough to explore her clitoral
hood, slipping beneath to torture her pearl-sized clitoris.
Fuck!

“Aaahhh!” She raised her hips into his
caress. “It’s been so long for me, Bishop!” Her sharp admission
caught him by surprise. “Your fingers have the magic touch.”

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend,
Angel?”

She laughed huskily. “Are we really going to
have a conversation about that now?” The subtle movements of her
hips told Bishop she was responding to his touch.

“You’re a very pretty lady. I’m just
curious.”

“I…just…haven’t…found…the…right…man…yet,”
she said in a panting voice.

He was moving his hips in rhythm with her
movements. Each time her butt brushed the head of his cock he
thought he was going to explode. “You’ve never had a
boyfriend?”

“No, I…didn’t…say that! I can’t think right
now!” she rushed out. The soapy water was sloshing over the sides
of the tub.

Her movements became almost frantic, and it
was clear she was working up to an orgasm. Bishop had three fingers
inside her clenching pussy as far as they would go. The sponge had
long ago slipped from his grasp, allowing him the pleasure of
caressing and cupping her breasts with his other hand, tweaking her
nipples to keep them hard.

“Should I stop?” He said against her ear,
already knowing what her answer would be.

“Don’t…you…dare!” she panted. She brought
her arms up and behind her, encircling his neck and arching her
body like a well-strung bow.

She was moving faster against his index
finger, and he knew she was almost there. Every time her hips
lifted and fell her backside caressed his aching cock. He clenched
his teeth against the urge to swing her around and sink into her
aroused body. He’d already fucked her once without protection and
wasn’t about to do it a second time. When her head fell back
against his chest and she released a long wail, he knew she was
coming.

He rammed his cock into her lower butt
crack, sliding it between sweet flesh and the smooth porcelain of
the bottom of the tub. The small, triangle opening didn’t swallow
his whole dick but just enough of the head and beyond to feel damn
good. He continued to finger fuck Angel, alternating between her
swollen clit, and sinking his fingers deep inside her cunt. Her
muscles constricted around the digits, and he could feel the wet
heat of her flowing release. When he decided Angel had had enough
of his pleasuring her clit he pulled out and ran his hand up her
body so he could cup both her breasts. He thumbed her protruding,
rock hard nipples.

Bishop continued to thrust against her, even
after he felt her body relax against his. A powerful orgasm rose up
like a giant tidal wave, promising to release the burning ache in
his balls, and God, he wanted it too. He growled like an animal in
pain, squeezing Angel’s breasts roughly, losing control when sweet
release came.

“Oh my God, I think I’m turning into a
nympho,” she teased a few minutes later, still slightly out of
breath. “The more we do this, Bishop, the more I want it.”

Bishop nuzzled behind her ear, grinning.
“How lucky am I? Maybe you’ve always been a nympho and are just now
realizing it.”

“No, that’s not it. I’ve never really
thought about sex…what I mean is the few experiences I’ve had led
me to believe that sex is over-rated.” He was able to make eye
contact with her when she tilted her head to look up at him. “Now I
know it makes a difference when you’re with someone who knows and
cares what he’s doing.”

Bishop closed his eyes, knowing that he was
going to hurt her. Women like Angel connected their emotions with
sex. Though he couldn’t exactly deny that he was feeling something
too, he knew he had to put the brakes on and back up a little.

Suddenly, and without warning, Angel flipped
around and sat facing him. He met the sensual haze still simmering
in her eyes. “What now?” His question put a big smile on her
face.

“You’re a smart man, you tell me,” she
teased, lifting one foot out of the water to run it up and down his
chest and abs. At the same time her hands came up to caress her
breasts.

Bishop gulped at the sight. Angel wasn’t
just touching her breasts, she was loving them and enjoying it,
too. The tip of her tongue came out to run along the seam of her
top lip. She closed her eyes halfway, and emitted a cute little
kitten sound that heated his blood to boiling in record time. He
sucked in his breath when she lowered her head and raised a plump
breast at the same time. When her tongue swirled around her nipple,
and she pulled it into her mouth, his flaccid cock came back to
life.

Hell! She knows what she’s doing.
He
couldn’t take his eyes off her. Bishop had to remind himself that
Angel was a school teacher. She might be sweet and pure but
undoubtedly she wasn’t in the bedroom. As his cock turned hard and
lengthened in her direction, a plan started to formulate in his
mind. He wanted to fuck her pussy so bad that it was driving him
insane. What had she done to him?

He encircled her ankles and ran his hands
slowly down her legs and thighs, stopping at her hips. He had a few
moves too. Without warning, he lifted her just enough to pull her
onto his hard-as-stone cock. Her audible gasp revealed her surprise
and her pleasure. Bishop pulled her onto his length until he was
embedded as deep as he could go. He settled her ankles against his
shoulders.

Face to face, they were as close as two
people could get. The sensual look in Angel’s smoky eyes backed up
the intense desire on her pretty face. Bishop leaned forward and
kissed her, and no matter how hard he pressed her, her mouth
remained soft and inviting beneath his. Now that he was where he
wanted to be, his control was hanging by a thread. All he longed
for was fucking her hard and fast.

“You have more will power than you think,”
Angel commented when their kiss ended. She ran her hands over the
front of his body, and then lowered her head to lap at a nipple.
“Is that the SEAL in you?”

“Obviously not,” Bishop remarked. The action
caused a rush of extreme heat to surge through his body and go
straight to his cock. He fought down the instinct to hurry. Half
the pleasure was sinking his shaft into her and letting her wet
heat throb, and squeeze around him. “I just came a moment ago and
I’m already hard again. I usually need more down time.”

Angel’s throaty laugh revealed how turned on
she was.

“Just be glad we’ve already fucked a couple
times.” All of a sudden his dick was being squeezed by the
contractions of her tightening channel. Bishop shuddered, and let
out a low groan. “Angel, let me get a condom on before it’s too
late.”

Thank God he’d had the forethought to bring
one with him to the bathroom. He reached for where he’d placed it,
on the floor next to the tub. His fast movement must have
frightened the lounging cat because suddenly Barnie was jumping up,
and flying off the edge of the tub onto the floor. Ignoring the
cat, Bishop quickly tore the wrapper open and pulled out the
condom.

“I hate this part,” Angel said, as he pushed
her off his cock.

“What?” Bishop asked, preoccupied with
slipping the condom over his aching dick. He only had one burning
thought on his mind.

“Pulling out after you’ve been inside, so
deep and snug. Scratching my itch. I just want you to fuck me, and
forget about everything else.”

“Oh, shit!” he rasped gruffly, her words
nearly undoing him. “I can still do that.” His hips shot forward at
the same time he pulled her toward him, and then he was sheathed
inside her tight pussy again. They both made a sound of
satisfaction.

“Hold on, baby,” he said, squeezing her
hips.

She dropped her hands behind her in the
water to brace herself against the bottom of the tub. Her legs were
still up against his chest, only now her feet and half her calves
were dangling over his shoulders. The position allowed for a snug
fit and intense pleasure for them every time he thrust inside her
body. The sight of Angel’s beautiful bouncing breasts enticed
Bishop to pick up his speed. She pushed him over the edge when she
reached forward and cupped his balls.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Angel cried out as she
climaxed.

Bishop was right there with her. “Aaaahh!”
he groaned in a guttural tone, his body shuddering and convulsing
with his release. He couldn’t remember ever having such an intense,
explosive orgasm. As they clung to one another, panting out of
control, he couldn’t help thinking that Angel just might be the
salvation that he was looking for.

“Come on Angel, it’s your turn!”

She sat back in her chair and vigorously
shook her head no. “I think I’ve had too much to drink.”

“We all have, girlfriend! And that didn’t
stop us.”

Angel raised her brow at her friend Ann,
before looking at Jodie. The third grade teacher looked like she
was about to fly off the mechanical bull she was riding. “Nope, no
way. I’m not going to make a fool out of myself. Look at Jody.”

Ann laughed. “Did anyone take a picture of
her?”

“I took a picture of all of us,” Marty, one
of the office secretaries , spoke up. She finished what was in her
glass and let out a hiccup. “Scuze me.”

Angel smiled at her, before turning her gaze
back to Jody. Thank God the bull was winding down. For as many
years as they’d been coming there for girl’s night out so far no
one had been thrown, or seriously hurt. But sooner or later it was
bound to happen.