Chapter Four

Bishop

She drives to a hotel in town instead of heading back to the city. I was not expecting that. I thought she would take me to her place, but this is even better. Riding my bike with a raging erection is not something I enjoy doing. I also don’t want her to have too much time to change her mind.

I park my bike in the street while a valet helps her out of the little dark blue sports car that suits her so well. The man looks concerned when I approach her but relaxes the moment Allegra wraps her arm around my waist. I understand his reaction even though it pisses me off. I know what we look like to the outside world. A pretty girl and a tatted up biker. It’s not like we look like we belong together. I lead her into the hotel and up to the reception desk.

“Good evening. Welcome to the Royal Hotel,” a pimply young man says as soon as we approach. “How may I help you this evening?”

“We need a room,” Allegra says. “Preferably a suite.”

“Let me check,” he says, doing something on the computer. “I have one available.”

“We’ll take it,” I say, fishing my wallet out of my pocket.

Allegra pushes my hand down. “Don’t worry, baby,” she says with an exaggerated purr, handing a black credit card to the young man. “We’ll put it on the company card.”

I frown at her but don’t argue.

“Name?” The man asks as he types away.

“Mr. and Mrs. Blake,” she says with a chuckle.

The man stares at her but doesn’t say a thing. A minute later, he hands us a key card and Allegra leads me to the elevators.

Once the doors close, I back her against the mirror wall, holding both her hands in my grasp above her head. My other hand skims her side, testing the weight of her right breast before moving to her hip. Her breathing accelerates, her chest heaving as she closes her eyes, enjoying my touch.

“Mrs. Blake?” I ask with a cocked eyebrow.

“I just picked something. You don’t know my last name and I don’t know yours.”

The elevator doors slide open, and I release her. With my hand on the small of her back, I lead her down the hallway to the room we will be spending our night in. Her hand shakes slightly when she inserts the card. I like that she is either nervous or excited enough to have that little tremor. She is stunning and so fucking responsive that I can’t wait to get her naked.

“Will you pour us a drink?” she asks, dropping her purse on a table just inside the room. “I need to freshen up.”

She disappears into the bathroom, closing the door behind her without waiting for my reply, and I move to the mini bar to get us each a drink. For myself, I grab a beer, for her vodka and cranberry. My cock throbs in my jeans, waiting for her to reemerge. I take off my cut and hang it over a chair while I wait.

What I wasn’t expecting was her next move. She walks out of the bathroom in nothing but a black lace thong, her naked feet padding softly over the thick carpet. I stare at her, my mouth dry, and my heart racing. I’ve been fucking women for longer than I can remember, but I’ve never been this drawn to someone.

She is stunning. Her perky tits, high on her chest. She has several tattoos that were hidden beneath her clothes, but a large butterfly tattoo on her ribcage draws my attention, and I can’t wait to run my lips over it later. She has beautiful, lean legs that I know lead to a perfect ass even if I can’t see it right now.

“You’re exquisite,” I say, my voice hoarse as I put my beer on the table. “Fucking stunning.”

“Thank you,” she says with a blush.

Taking a seat in a brown leather wingback chair, I continue staring. “Come here.”

She complies immediately, walking right up to me until she is standing between my spread thighs. I keep my hands firmly planted on the armrests even though I am dying to feel her skin beneath my fingertips.

“Straddle me.” It’s not a request.

She looks nervous even as she does what I demand. Her pussy presses down on my covered erection and my eyes roll back in my head. I lose some of my control and grasp her hips, pulling her down harder. I hiss at the contact while she moans, her head falling back.

My lips close over one of her peaked nipples, sucking hard. She makes the most beautiful noises above me, her pussy grinding harder against me. I wanted to keep my cool, take my time and seduce her, but that plan has gone out the window. Standing, I switch us around, depositing her in the chair before dropping to my knees. I don’t use any finesse, instead snapping the thin straps of her pretty underwear and bearing her sex to my hungry gaze. Using the tip of my tongue, I trace her labia before drawing circles around her clit.

Allegra spears her hands into my hair, pulling me away from her pussy.

I stare up at her, not knowing what I could have done wrong. I lick my lips, tasting her. “Is something wrong?”

“We are moving very fast,” she says breathily.

“Not really,” I reply. “I’m taking things slow. I wanted to fuck you in the elevator.”

She watches me closely, assessing me for something.

“I’m not a monster. If you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word.” I hope my words reassure her.

A moment later, she releases my hair. I keep my gaze locked on her face as I go back to eating her pussy. It takes mere moments for her eyes to fall closed in pleasure. I probe her pussy with a single finger, marveling at the heat and tightness. I’ll have to take my time and make sure she is ready before I fuck her. My eight-inch cock will most certainly hurt her if she is this tight.

“Bishop,” she says with a moan, using my road name—I never told her my real name. “I’m going to come.”

I insert a second finger into her channel and blow over her distended clit. “Come for me, beautiful. I need to feel your pussy strangling my fingers.”

My words set her off, her walls clamping down violently on my fingers while her whole body shakes. She moans beautifully, wantonly, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Lifting her spent form from the chair, I cradle her to my chest as I retake my seat. I pet her softly, running my hands over her arms and sides until the shaking subsides. I wonder if her orgasms are always this intense. I loved seeing her fall to pieces for me and I can’t wait to see it again.

“Thank you,” she says after long moments.

“Fuck, babe. You don’t need to thank me for making you come.”

“But I want to,” she says sliding from my lap.