Page 40 of Without Bound
“I’m not pretending you don’t exist, Anais. It’s impossible to do that. I just needed to put some distance between us. What happened, it shouldn’t have.”
“But why?” she cries.
“Anais,” I sigh. “We’ve gone over this already. The list is so long it could be a book. You know it, I know it. Let’s not rehash it all again.”
“That kiss didn’t feel like a mistake. And neither did your mouth as it sucked on m–”
“Stop! I don’t need a reminder of how bad I fucked up.” The thought of hearing her finish that sentence sends me into a tailspin.
“It wasn’t a fuck up, Bishop. It was an awakening. Your awakening to the realization of how much you want me. I could feel it in that kiss.” The tone of her voice quickly turns from sad girl to sultry vixen. “Tell me you didn’t like it and I’ll hang up. You won’t hear from me anymore.”
My heartbeat is thundering in my ears, making it difficult to hear or speak or even think. The rebuttal sits on the tip of my tongue, but I just can’t say the words.
“Say it, Bishop. If you want to be rid of me, just tell me you didn’t like feeling my lips against yours.”
I swallow and croak, “I can’t.”
I slump down, my head falling into my hand, and I feel like I can now easily answer Vaughan’s question.
My feelings for Anais go far beyond lust or infatuation. I feel something for her so deep down in my bones that I’m afraid of the shell of a human I could become if I were to have and lose her.
“Bishop,” she whispers. “The morning after you rescued me from that party, I snuck into your room when you were showering. I saw you. Through the glass, I saw and heard you.”
I hadn’t forgotten about the text that she sent me telling me that much. I just chose to pretend that it didn’t exist.
“And when I went downstairs to shower, I used my fingers to make myself come to that very image of you.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to picture her doing that, but it’s a foolish act because that thought is an impossible feat for even the strongest of men.
“Keyara isn’t here right now. Do you know what I do when she isn’t here?”
My voice cracks when I say, “Wha-what do you do?”
I hear a faint buzzing sound and a heavy sigh leaving Anais’ mouth. “I think about how much better you would feel than this vibrator.”
I stop breathing. The world comes to a shrieking halt when she says that, and my dick comes alive.
“How many times have you come all over your hand when you’re thinking of me, Bishop?” she asks.
My athletic shorts show a visible tenting and with a slow hand –and guilty conscience– I slide my hand under the waistband of my shorts and briefs, and fist my hard cock.
“A lot,” I answer, letting my head fall to the back of the couch and languidly begin to stroke my hand up and down my shaft.
“Yeah? Tell me what I’m doing in your fantasy.”
Visions of her that I play on repeat flash behind my closed lids. “You’re wearing that little swimsuit. The purple one. And your hair is wet as you walk out of the pool.”
The thoughts of her stepping out of the water, rivulets of water cascading over her full breasts and her hardened nipples poking through the soaked fabric, add fuel to my burning fire. My dick throbs as I choke it.
“I walk towards you and untie it, one side at a time until I’m naked. Do you want me bare, Bishop? I have a small strip right now, but if you want my pussy bare I’ll shave it.”
“No,” I groan. “Leave it.”
“I need your hands on me. Touch me,” she moans.
“Your body is perfect, Anais. I want to taste every inch of it.”
A small mewl pours from her mouth and her breathing picks up. “I want to suck your cock, but you’re so big.”
