by Taylor Rylan
I drove home, thankful it wasn’t snowing because the stretch of highway between Jackson and Sulfur Springs wasn’t always the first to be cleared. As I pulled up to my garage, I opened it with the button on the visor and carefully maneuvered my truck inside. I glanced at the empty space beside my truck and yep, I went there. There was room for Bishop’s SUV beside my truck. Maybe in six or so months if things worked out. How fast was too fast? What if you just…knew?
I went inside, and after I removed my coat, I headed back to my bedroom and stripped out of the clothes I’d worn all day. They were tossed into the hamper, and then I went to the shower to get ready. I cleaned everything, washing away the smell and hair from all of the various pets I’d seen today, and then I climbed out and dried off. I looked in the mirror and decided that yes, I should shave again, so after that task was complete, I grabbed everything I’d need from the bathroom for my overnight bag.
“Now I see why people leave toothbrushes at their boyfriend’s house,” I said to no one because I lived alone and had for well over a decade. I quickly got dressed, and after I packed a bag, making sure to grab condoms and lube, just in case, I was on my way. I’d be a little early, but early was better than late, and I was more than ready to see Bishop again.
I made the drive back to Jackson as if on autopilot, and in what felt like no time, I was parking my truck in his driveaway, in front of the garage door. I picked up my bag before exiting and heading to the door. I heard Oreo barking when I rang the doorbell, and then a smiling Bishop was in front of me.
“You’re early,” Bishop said as Oreo danced at our feet. I glanced at her before I looked back at the man in front of me.
“Yeah. Should I have called?”
“No. Come on in.”
I walked in as Bishop stepped back and let me inside. It had been a week since I’d been inside his townhouse, but it felt like the very first time. I was forty-two—I shouldn’t be nervous.
“I see you brought a bag.”
I looked down at it and nodded.
“You said to, so I did. But we still don’t have to do anything. Just because I brou—” I was cut off midsentence when Bishop grabbed my hair and sealed his lips on mine. I let the bag slide down my leg to the floor, and then my hands were on him everywhere.
Bishop somehow managed to peel my coat off and get my shirt untucked without ever removing his lips from mine. I pulled away by tugging on his hair.
“What about dinner?” I asked as I looked at him.
“Not hungry. And I live in town. We can order delivery until ten,” Bishop said before he yanked my mouth back to his. He’d shaved just as I had, and I couldn’t wait to feel his lips everywhere.
“I have condoms,” I said as he walked me backward. I reached behind me, feeling for the wall or stairs. I found a door instead.
“I have a new box. New bottle of lube too. Please, Xander. I’ve jerked off so much this week, but my dick isn’t happy.”
I laughed. Probably not the best thing to do because Bishop raised an eyebrow at me. “Mine is pissed because of the same thing. Seriously. I was just thinking about this earlier. I want you,” I said as I cupped Bishop’s face between my hands.
“You can have me. Oreo’s been out, she’s been fed, she has a new bone on her bed in the living room. But the condoms and lube are upstairs. So are the beds,” Bishop said as he looked up and over my shoulder. I glanced backward and realized we were by the closet at the bottom of the stairs.
“You’re sure? I want you, trust me I do, but I’m okay waiting longer if we need to. I don’t want a quick romp with you. I really enjoy spending time together.”
“I’m sure,” Bishop said as he leaned in and started nibbling on my neck. He gave a tug at my waist, and I took a step forward and turned, ready to go up the stairs with him.
“Let’s go. I can’t wait to explore your body with more than just my hands,” I told him. I’d been more interested in comforting Bishop last weekend than I had getting him naked, but now I was certainly ready to be naked and sweaty with him. He had tattoos that I wanted to trace with my lips and tongue as well as a six-pack and Adonis belt that just screamed to be licked.
I remembered to go back and pick up my bag before we headed up the stairs, Bishop leading the way and holding my hand behind him. When we reached the top, he led us into his bedroom and gently closed the door behind us.
I took in the battery-powered candles that were on every available surface and sent him a look.
“I can’t help it if I planned this. I’ve had a peck on the lips every night we’ve had dinner. Can I help it if you’re sexy and I want more? If you really want to go out—”
I silenced him with a finger on his lips. When he was looking at me, I reached behind my head and pulled my shirt off. “I want you too.” I watched as he scrambled to remove his own clothing. Yeah, I would have preferred to remove it myself, but either way, just so long as we both ended up naked, that was all that mattered.
Bishop — 19
Yep, I was excited. Probably too much so, and I was going to end up embarrassing myself. After I picked up Oreo, I showered and took care of the hard-on that just wouldn’t go away. Well, now that Xander was here, and he seemed willing, hopefully things would calm down below the belt. Later. After.
“Promise me one thing?” Xander asked as he toed off his boots. The perks of wearing cowboy boots was that you could do that. I nodded and waited.
“No, two. First, if at any time you change your mind, let me know.”
“I’m not going to change my mind, Xander. I want you. I’m okay. I promise. What was second?”
“Next time, you let me undress you,” Xander said as he slowly removed his jeans. I looked down and realized I was wearing only my briefs. I returned my gaze back to Xander and smiled.
“Deal. I’ll stop here. Does that work?” I asked as I pointed down to the hard-on that was protruding outward.
Xander nodded, and once he’d kicked his jeans to the side and pulled off his socks, he walked toward me in nothing but his briefs as well. His were black whereas mine were blue, not that it really mattered.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes. I just…you should know it’s been a really long time. I’ve been busy and have had a lot on my mind.”
“We can still take things slow,” Xander said as he stalked toward me. I walked backward until I was beside the bed.
“Not what I meant. I’d say we’ve already done slow. I don’t want slow anymore,” I told Xander, and he gave me a smile that promised things. I couldn’t wait.
“Do we need a towel, or are you in the mood to change the sheets?”
“Shit,” I said as I sidestepped Xander and went to the bathroom to grab a towel. I’d just changed the sheets earlier, hoping I’d have an overnight visitor, and I wasn’t really looking forward to changing them again so soon. I came back quick enough with a towel, and I discovered Xander had pulled the blanket and top sheet back but was sitting on the side of the bed, waiting.
“Towels are convenient,” Xander said as I walked up to him. We quickly had it spread out on the bed, and then I slowly ran my hands up Xander’s torso and chest. His skin was warm, his chest covered in wiry hair, and I absolutely loved the fact that he didn’t shave or wax it.
“I love this,” I told him as I gave it a gentle tug between my fingers.
“You’re probably the first person to say that. Most guys want everything silky smooth.”
I shook my head. Nope. I was beyond that stage. I had a little hair on my chest, but nothing compared to what Xander had. “I’m not like that and I hope my chest is okay.” I looked down my torso and watched as Xander’s hands snaked down and into my briefs.
My head fell backward as one hand wrapped around my dick and the other cupped my sack. “It’s fine. Some guys just don’t have a lot of hair on their chest. But I feel that you haven’t waxed here, and I’m thankful for that. I’m not interested in a boy,
Bishop, and you’re all man,” Xander said as he peppered kisses along my collarbone. I moaned and my hips involuntarily thrust forward. It felt so damn good to have someone else’s hand on my cock.
“Xander.”
“Shh. We have all night, and I plan on making you come more than once during that time,” Xander said as he dropped to his knees and pulled my briefs down my legs. My erection, now free from the briefs, sprung upward and slapped me in the stomach. I stepped out of my briefs when Xander tapped my feet, but before I could say anything else, I groaned when warm, wet heat suddenly surrounded my cock. I looked down at Xander, whose brown eyes were staring back up at me.
“So good. Fuck, Xander.” I wanted to watch my cock go in and out of his mouth, but the visual combined with the physical was too much, and I closed my eyes. I reopened them moments later when Xander wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked it while sucking. “Mmm, yes.” I opened my eyes and watched as Xander gave me one of the best blowjobs I’d had.
“Xander…” I warned a few minutes later. I was getting close and I knew that it was quick, but it had been a while and his mouth felt so damn good.
“Do you not want to?” Xander asked after he pulled my cock from his mouth. His hand kept stroking, and the other was tugging on my tight balls.
“I do, but I’m not sure if that’s something you want.”
“Trust me, I want. Lie down on the bed,” Xander told me, and I did as he’d instructed. When he stood up, he pushed down his own briefs and I got my first look at his cock. I moaned again.
“I changed my mind. I want that in me. Now.”
Xander chuckled and I blindly reached for the lube I thought was on the bed.
“But I thought you wanted to come in my mouth?”
“Xander. I’ve felt your dick before, but I didn’t realize that it was that…thick. I want.” I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I wasn’t a size queen in any way, but I’d never complain about Xander’s dick. It was beautiful.
As he crawled up my body, I readily opened my legs for him and he lined his cock alongside mine before he relaxed on top of me. Xander looked down at me, and his fingertips played with the sides of my head where the hair was shaved short.
“You know we don’t have to do anything, but I am more than willing to fuck you. You’ll do the same though, right?”
I could only nod. If he wanted me to return the favor, I had no problems doing so. None whatsoever. “Yes, but you first though, okay?”
Xander chuckled before he nodded and lowered his mouth to mine. This kiss was slow and sweet, his tongue just barely tracing my lips first and then my tongue when I opened my mouth. I moaned and wrapped my hands around his waist before running my hands up his back, feeling the muscles move as he wiggled from my gentle touch.
“Someone’s ticklish,” I said with a smile on my face. I would certainly remember that in the future.
“I am. Everywhere. Where are the condoms you mentioned?”
I looked around and saw they were still on the nightstand, so I pointed. I tried to reach them, but with me on my back, the angle simply didn’t work. Xander was able to stretch and grab both the box and the bottle.
“These should work just fine,” Xander said before he placed the box and bottle beside my hip, and then his mouth was back on mine. He slowly kissed my lips before he was kissing my jawline, working his way down my neck. My neck was a ticklish spot for me and he knew it, but he had mercy on me and nibbled and sucked hard enough that I moaned instead of squirmed.
When Xander sucked on my collarbone before giving it a little nip, my hips pushed up into his, causing him to look up at me.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“If you’d gone without sex as long as I have, you’d understand.”
“Oh but you don’t know how long it’s been for me. I’ve been busy as well.”
“Not that I want to get into this with you, because I really don’t, but we can talk about it in greater detail later if you’d like.” I hoped that was enough to entice him to get back to what he was doing.
“Duly noted. You’re impatient still.”
“Yes. Less talking, more kissing and fucking, please.”
Xander laughed loudly but got up on his knees between my legs. When he pushed my thighs open farther, I had a brief moment of uncertainty, but it quickly went away when Xander massaged my thighs and then my hips.
“You know, I could spend all day exploring your body and still never discover everything about it.”
“Mmm, you could. How about we do that tomorrow? Or Sunday.”
“That could certainly be arranged. I have to work tomorrow, but I can come back if you want.”
“I do. I definitely want,” I said as I watched Xander snap open the cap on the lube and pour a generous amount in his hand. I was sure he knew better than me how much lube was going to be needed.
“I do have to ask simply because I don’t want to hurt you. When was the last time you did this?” Xander carefully drizzled the now-warm lube on my cock and balls, letting it run down my crack.
“A while, so use lots of lube.” I felt it running but knew we’d need more.
“Bishop.” I looked at Xander, and he looked both concerned yet frustrated.
“No. I want to do this. I love feeling my partner inside me, but I…it’s been a while, so it’ll be tight.”
“Toys?” Xander asked as he slowly stroked my now-slick cock.
I moaned and closed my eyes at the sensation. “Yes. I have them. They’re in the drawer of the nightstand.” My eyes opened when I heard Xander chuckle.
“Not what I meant. But you have them, so you use them?”
“Yes.”
“Okay then,” Xander said as he tore open the box of condoms and then removed a strip from it. Once he had a single packet torn off, he opened it and carefully rolled it down his thick cock. I so wanted that in me. I already knew it would burn like hell, but it was going to feel so good as well.
“Raise your legs for me,” Xander said as he poured more lube into his hand. I placed my feet flat on the bed and basically spread myself completely open for Xander. I trusted him, otherwise I wouldn’t be here in this position, but it was always a little unnerving at first.
I felt a slick finger circling around my opening, and when his finger pushed a little the same time his other hand started stroking my cock slowly, I moaned and pushed my head into the pillow.
“So good. Oh wow, so good,” I said as Xander’s long, slim finger entered my body for the first time.
“It’s going to feel even better in a few minutes.” Xander smiled at me, and then I felt a second finger join the first.
I whimpered, not wanting to wait that long.
“Baby, I can’t just push my way in. You said it’s been a while.” The look on Xander’s face was one of concern.
“I know, but like you said, I’m impatient. I want to feel you inside me, making me scream.”
“Oh, I promise, I’ll make you scream. Just wait a few minutes, okay?” Blessedly, Xander stopped stroking my cock and focused on prepping me to accept his thick member. Two fingers turned to three, and when he hooked them upward and touched my prostate, I groaned and my eyes met his as I panted with need.
“Almost there. Just one more finger and you’ll be ready.” Xander thrust his fingers in and out of my body a few more times before I felt the fourth finger squeeze in with the others. I winced a little.
“Xander?”
“Just a little longer, baby. Hang on.” Xander’s eyes never left his fingers moving in and out of my body, but I saw his own cock throbbing and I knew he wasn’t unaffected by what he was doing. When he finally pulled his fingers from my hole, I moaned as he wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it several times to slick it up. He wiped his hands on the towel before he scooted up to me and positioned his cock at my opening.
“Nice and slow, okay?” Xander said as he held his cock while slowly pressing forw
ard. I panted some more and tried to relax, and when Xander reached up and stroked my cock again, that was all it took. My opening relaxed and the thick head of his cock popped through my opening.
Xander groaned and closed his eyes while biting his lip. I reached for his hips to both hold him in place, but yet I wanted more so I slowly tugged him toward me.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. Like really tight.”
“You’re thicker than my toys,” I confessed as I looked up into those brown eyes that had gone black. “I’m okay. You can…”
Xander nodded and slowly pushed in a little more. He let go of my cock as well as his and fell forward, bracing himself above me, never stopping his inward movement. When I finally felt his stomach nestled up against my balls, I sighed in relief.
“Bishop?”
I opened my eyes and looked up into Xander’s.
“I don’t think I’m going to last. You’re really tight, baby.”
“It’s okay. I’m already tingling. Seriously. There’s probably going to be about two or three strokes on my cock and I’ll blow.”
“We can’t have that now, can we?” Xander said before his mouth covered mine again. As our lips and tongues met, Xander pulled out of my body before he pushed back in, causing me to gasp into his mouth.
Fuck, the pressure on my prostate alone was going to cause me to come, forget the way my cock was getting rubbed between our stomachs.
“Xander,” I warned after I turned my head to the side. I had already been right on the edge, and he wasn’t letting up. Xander’s thrusts were slow but steady, and with each inward movement, my prostate was rubbed, causing even stronger tingles to go through my body.
“Let it happen. I want to see you fall apart in my arms.”
I looked up at Xander and stared into his eyes as he thrust above me, making my body sing. I held off a few more minutes, but when Xander’s thrusts became shorter and harder, I let go and let my body have what it craved so desperately.
