Damned: Seven Tribesmen MC (13 page)

The sound sent pleasurable heat through her, making her lower tummy clench with anticipation.

Bishop suddenly grunted and flinched. He jerked away, cursing under his breath. Pain echoed through his chest, his breath shortened and raspy. He threw Stella an apologetic smile, “Sorry, still healing.”

Stella straightened up, her hand drifting away from his body. “I shouldn't put so much strain on you.”

“It's fi–” Stella pressed a finger to his lips, her dark eyes catching his gaze. Amusement tinged Stella's expression as curiosity pricked at Bishop's thoughts. She pushed herself off the bed and wandered to the curtains, all the while he watched her hungrily. Stella peeked out of the curtains, into the corridor. Only one nurse sat in the darkened hallway at the nurse's station.

As Stella turned, she turned the lights down gently in Bishop's room. She faced him in the gentle light, a smile curled across her lips. All her worries and all her fears had been packaged far, far away. Right now, all she wanted to do was focus on Bishop.

“I still need to repay you,” she purred, taking measured steps closer to him. Stella's fingers worked at her blouse's buttons, undoing each one.

“For what?” he croaked, eyes hot with desire. Bishop hungrily watched her unbutton her shirt, the shirt flaps flanking her body. He swallowed, memories of her soft flesh under his fingers burning through his mind.

Stella cocked a crooked smile at him as she slipped the blouse off her shoulders. “For that stunt in my office.”

Bishop managed to remember the event, residual hormones racing to his groin. The memories ticked across his mind, the grunts, the groans, and the exciting potential of being caught. He licked his lips, a smirk twisting at his lips as his gaze licked over Stella. “One problem, I don't care if any nurses walk in on us.”

“And how do you feel about perpetual teasing?” Stella grinned as her fingers made short work of her pants. The fabric pooled around her feet and she kicked off her work shoes, before stepping out of the fallen clothing. She sauntered closer to the man, his eyes hot with molten desire. Excited prickles tickled along her flesh.

It took Bishop a few breaths to realize what Stella insinuated. By that time, Stella's mostly-naked body climbed onto the bed, the mattress shifting under her weight. Her face hovered by his, her hot breath playing havoc with his hormones, “You wouldn't.”

Stella flashed him a smile, before her lips lowered to his neck. Instant delight rushed over his skin. Heat puddled in his lower stomach, his intimate parts straining against his gown. The warmth grew as Stella's hands crept beneath the covers and up his gown. Her nails skimmed up his thighs, over his abdomen, and gingerly trailed up to his shoulders.

Bishop groaned lightly, leaning his head back against the headboard with his eyes closed. Achy pain and electric pleasure mixed in his body, a satisfying cocktail of sensations. Everything throbbed inside of him. Stella shifted into Bishop's lap, straddling his hips. She sucked and nipped up his neck as her digits skittered to Bishop's back. He barely realized she undid his back ties until the gown fell off his body. Chill, dry air teased over his skin. Bishop cracked his eyes open as Stella leaned back.

Her brown eyes razed over his body, admiring the musculature and the scars. Stella's gaze lingered on the gauze taped to his upper chest. It was a huge swath of bandage, fresh and white. Her fingertips ghosted over it, concern blatant on her face as Stella's gaze drew back to Bishop's face. “You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Bishop.”

“Honey, if I ever don't want this, you might as well order my coffin,” Bishop snorted, a grin curled at his lips. His hands drifted over her body, from her shoulders, over her breasts and down her sides.

Stella relished in the feeling of his warm, rough palms on her body. In spite of the flurrying hormones, worry still creased her brow. “I'm serious. What if your wound reopens or–”

“You're half-naked and on top of me, Stella,” Bishop growled, grabbing her hips suddenly. He tugged her down, against his growing erection. His lips drifted to her neck and a throaty growl raked over Stella's skin, “This amount of teasing is cruel and unusual punishment.”

She gasped and arched her back, feeling his thick cock beneath the fabric of his gown. Her pussy throbbed eager to be reacquainted with Bishop's member. Stella bit her bottom lip, concern swiftly melting away with Bishop's every word. The man was a big boy; he could make his own choices. Obviously, he wanted her, and no amount of potential pain stood in his way.

In a way, Stella enjoyed his insistence. She slipped back on his lap, her gaze watching him intently. Bishop's lips twisted into a grin, his hungry grey eyes followed her down. The bunched up hospital gown shifted as his erection grew and strained. Through the flimsy fabric, Stella palmed his cock. Bishop leaned back, a light groan on his lips as he watched her push aside the gown.

Hot prickly delight stewed in Bishop's groin. Over the last few days, he doubted any more dalliances with Stella. However, here she was, her lips slowly migrating down to his erect dick. He swallowed, anticipation dotting his thoughts. Just a few more inches, centimeters, millimeters. Stella's hot breath tickled the head of his cock just milliseconds before her tongue flicked out. Warm, malleable and wet, it made his manhood bob in pleasure.

Stella tore her gaze away from Bishop's face, as her lips lowered onto his erection. A slight thrill ran down her spine as his hot, firm cock met her lips. Almost as soon as her lips took him in, Bishop tensed and groaned. Heat wrapped around him, nudging his temperature higher. His chest rose and fell with deep, measured breaths. While Bishop didn't actively care if the nurses found out about this rendezvous, he didn't want the fun ending too soon.

She inched further down his sex, taking more and more of it into her hot, soft mouth. As Stella slowly made it to his base, Bishop grunted softly under his breath, “Fuck.”

Her lips twitched in a smile around his erection, hearing his breathy moan. As she bobbed up and down his cock, her tongue writhed and she made small sounds around him. Bishop was having a hard time keeping his breathing under control. Every lick from her tongue, every moan, every bit of friction made the hormones in his head flare and his body twitch with pleasure. It didn't help that Stella maintained such a slow and steady pace.

He wanted rough, hard, and hot. Bishop's hands shifted to the back of Stella's head, fingers curling into her hair. He followed her head up and down, resisting the urge to grab her and thrust himself. No, Stella wanted to be in control and, frankly, he'd put up with an eon of teasing for these moments.

Stella's hands found their way to his balls. She cupped and cradled his gonads, rubbing them gently. Bishop tensed and his fingers tightened in her hair. She wondered how long the man could deal with gentle touches and a consistent pace. Would it draw him close to the edge? Would it, eventually, push him into a release?

Her body reacted to his pleasure. Stella's nipples hardened against the fabric of her bra and her panties dampened with excitement. Her pussy clenched, eager to be filled with Bishop's cock. She moaned around his cock at the very thought.

The vibrations from her mouth sent wave of pleasure over his nerves. He gasped and groaned, his hands pressing her head down further against his cock. His hips bucked upward, involuntarily. Stella pulled back, off his member, pushing Bishop's hands from her head. The sudden cold made Bishop flinch. The pressure and heat in his groin abated, just slightly, and his gaze dragged to Stella.

She smiled up at him, a cat playing with her prey. That very expression sent a hot-cold bolt of desire down Bishop's spine. Her tongue flicked out and gave long, languid licks along his shaft. Heat infused his thoughts and melted into his body, puffs of breath escaped his mouth in huffs. Bishop's muscles tensed, his fingers twitched, his toes curled as Stella, without breaking their joined gazes, continued to massage his cock with her tongue.

“This is agonizing, Stella.” His groan came out low and needy.

“Oh?” She paused at his head. Her breath ghosted over the head of his member while her lips taunted it with feather-light movements, “You can't move much. Shouldn't I take advantage of this?”

“I can't fault you there,” Bishop chuckled. He felt hot and sticky, his lower tummy churning with pleasure. He cocked a half-grin at the woman, “But what goes around comes arou–”

Bishop stuttered to a stop as the woman moved. She wiggled out of her underwear and moved over his body. Her breasts, still hampered by the damned bra, brushed against his body, sending electric tingles through his skin. His breathing deepened, and his heart raced. Bishop watched Stella move, languid and graceful, atop him. His breath caught in his throat as her wet, hot pussy pressed against his groin. A shuddering groan left his lips, while he basked in her heat.

Stella rolled her hips forward, evoking more pleased twitching and grunts from Bishop. Her lower tummy clenched with every one of his minute reactions. As gently as she could, Stella adjusted her hips, her lips flanking the head of his erection. Bishop bit his bottom lip, his fingers tightening against the bed spread. She wiggled atop him, shifting the tip of his penis against her wet, warm recesses. A taunting promise. Bishop struggled against thrusting upward, in burying himself inside the woman's lovely sex.

He didn't need to resist for long. Stella dropped herself onto his cock, thrusting him deep and hard in one go. Sparks glittered at the edges of Bishop's sight. He sharply inhaled, before a loud groan left his lips. Heat and pulsing muscles throbbed around him. His brain became muzzy from hormones and red-hot passion.

His hands drifted up her legs as Stella ground against him, gyrating her hips. The friction burned away his thoughts, but Bishop managed to get his fingers up her back and onto her bra. He fumbled with the constraint, before the damnable thing fell off her shoulders. Her breasts rose and fell with her breaths, her nipples already tightened beads. His palms gravitated to her tits, palming her nipples and relinquishing light gasps from Stella. His gaze darted to her face, a cocked smirk on his lips. “Don't get too loud now, Stella.”

“I'd say the same to you.” She narrowed her eyes, her cheeks a pleasant pinch of pink. She suddenly jerked her hips up and down, the friction hauling moans out of Bishop's mouth. Bracing herself on his headboard, Stella began to pump up and down his erection. The strong, even rhythm pushed Bishop closer and closer, his hands becoming rougher as his balls tightened from the impending release.

Stella's ragged gasps increased as Bishop's hand pinched and kneaded at her breasts. Her fingernails dug into the plastic head board. From the corner of her eye, she saw Bishop's half-smirk. She wanted to wipe it off his smug face. And she knew exactly what she wanted to do.

Bishop leaned his head back against the headboard, barely swallowing down his moans. The bed creaked beneath their bodies. He was somewhat surprised no orderly came to check on him. His heart rate and temperature
had
to be spiking. That didn't matter, though. His body tensed beneath Stella's talented hips and the pleasure sunk into his skin as her lips found his throat. She bit and sucked at his throat, as if marking him. A thrill went through Bishop at that thought. Generally, he staked claim, but he wasn't adverse to a woman doing similar.

Tension strained over his muscles, his body stretched. His toes curled and his cock twitched expectantly. He was on the brink. All he could feel, all he could think about, was Stella's body. Her soft breasts still weighed in his palms. Her thighs squeezing his hips. Her body moving, her gentle gasps, the way she wiggled when his member was entirely within her. Bishop's hands shot to Stella's hips, knowing he would involuntarily buck when his orgasm came.

Then all wet heat left him. He gasped and his eyes flew opened. Already, the hard work to shove him close to the edge dwindled. The heat cooled inside of him, leaving a lump of disappointment. Stella grinned down at him, just as her pussy lips slid across his shaft. Still wet and swollen, they almost – not quite – felt as good as being buried balls' deep in her.

“Mean,” Bishop growled, with mock anger.

Stella simply smiled and stuck her tongue out at him. Just as temptation slid over him, Stella rolled her hips and managed to sink his cock into her soft pussy, yet again. All thoughts of minor revenge dissipated as his erection relished in her womanhood.

She swallowed down her appraising moans. Her hips rocked back and forth, his thick dick grazing over her insides. Bishop seemed to fill her, stretch her, take up everything inside of her. Heat licked at her lower tummy, tension strong and tight. She wanted nothing more than to ride him, fast and hard, to feel his hot cum explode inside of her. However, a small part of Stella kept her quiet. They hadn't done anything to attract attention to them, but she didn't want to risk it.