Page 92 of Ravaged By Lust

“You know how to make a man dance,” I repeat back at her before leaning in for another wet kiss. Chloe eagerly kisses back. She tastes of alcohol and water and desire. Her hips rub against mine, sending a message that’s completely decipherable.

Her hand finds my erect cock. She works me hard, making me close my eyes with pleasure. My mouth clenches as she gently kisses my jaw and her right hand squeezes me below the surface of the water.

“I want you to give it to me,” she whispers as she plays me like an instrument. “I want you to give it to me right here in this pool, right now.”

My nostrils flare as I take in a long blast of air.

My desire for her is unhinged. My awareness of her is on fire. I am so fucking turned on.

“Fuck,” I snarl before I use my hands to pull her up in the water so that her legs wrap around my hips. “I’m going to take you here, Chloe.”

She leans her head back and cries out as my cock enters her. She’s so willing for me. So supple to my touch. So fucking inviting. She rides my thrusts, smothering my body with her sex. Heat pulsates through me.

“I’m burning for you,” I groan through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me harder,” she says back, her eyes closing as she succumbs to my hold.

And so I do fuck her harder. All the way to oblivion. All the way to orgasm.

It feels like the water will take us as we ride each other. My thrusts penetrating deep inside her. The waves of the pool are like the waves of pleasure that row through me.

“Bishop,” Chloe calls out as I let go.

Her cry of my name feeds the urge within me, and my whole body stiffens under the water as I finish.

We end up floating with the water. No longer in control. Simply kissing each other with wet lips as the music plays and the lights dim.

42

CHLOE

Mom is insistent that she takes Axel and me out for lunch the day after I stumble back to Bishop’s place and have wild crazy sex in his pool. She messages me in the morning and I, extremely hungover and bleary-eyed in Bishop’s bed, agree to the lunch date.

Axel picks the spot. An upmarket sushi bar in Venice Beach. Very cool and trendy and very LA.

Bishop kindly drops me off in his car. He gives me a long kiss before I dare get out of the vehicle. This morning he made me coffee and breakfast in bed. Bacon and scrambled eggs on sourdough. It was delicious. He treats me so well.

“Did you have fun last night, honey?” he asks me as I open the door.

I turn to meet his gaze. My body shivers at the use of the word honey. It shouldn’t have the effect it has on me, but I can’t help it. Everything tingles at the sound of his low baritone.

“Yeah, just a little,” I reply, teasing.

“Maybe I’ll make you have a little more fun tonight,” Bishop replies. “I want you to think of me all day.”

“I can’t help it,” I whisper as I lean over and kiss him again, wanting to leave him something to think about all day.

I want to stay right here in his car. I don’t ever want to leave his sight.

Axel’s wearing a baseball cap over his eyes in an effort to remain anonymous, but it doesn’t work on me. I spot him standing outside the sushi place straight away.

“Wow, Axel Stoll, right here!” I make a big noise as I rush up and hug him. He glares at me, seething.

“Chloe, I’m trying not to get recognized. Otherwise, this place will be swarming with people wanting selfies in a matter of seconds.”

“Lighten up, Mr. Ego,” I scoff, nudging him.

“Stop fighting, you two.” Mom stealthily appears by our side. Both Axel and I give her a big hug.