Bishop

by A. E. Via

  Bishop held him around his neck, his scruffy jaw, stinging the side of his face deliciously. “Get on the bed, Eddie.” Bishop ordered against his ear.

  Oh man, oh god, oh shoot. This is it. Edison’s heart was about to cause him concern. He just knew Bishop could feel the bass drum pounding against his own chest. He gazed up at Bishop for a long moment, losing himself in the warmth and heat he saw in his eyes. He was so glad he’d made the decision to wait for a man who truly wanted him, no matter how hard and frustrating it’d been. He knew deep in his heart that doing this with Bishop was right, was good. He had a man who cared deeply for him, he could feel it, and tonight, Bishop would take his time with him.

  It was time.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Bishop

  Bishop waited until Edison pulled the sheets down and was lying on the bed with his head propped on the pillows. It also gave him a couple of minutes to cool down. He stood at the foot of the bed until Edison looked cozy. His beautiful bedroom eyes moved from Bishop’s chest then to his own hard dick stabbing through his black checkered boxers. His thick chest was pumping up and down with his fast breaths, and Bishop instinctively reached for his belt. Edison needed him. He kept his eyes on him as he dug his thumbs into his waistband and pulled, letting his jeans pool at his feet. Edison twisted on the cool sheets, his hands digging into the fabric at his sides.

  Bishop kicked out of his boots and left his socks and jeans on the floor before he climbed onto the bed. Bishop savored Edison’s reaction to him as he hovered over his lower half on all fours. He ran his palm up Edison’s thigh, marveling at the smoothness. He loved that he wasn’t a hairy man, like him, but instead he had a faint dusting below his knee, but his inner thighs were like silk. He cupped Edison behind his knee and lifted his leg until his foot was flat on the bed. He bit his bottom lip as he cradled all that warm flesh in his arm and licked a long path from Edison’s knee to inside the leg of his shorts.

  Edison’s back arched off the bed, his hand flying to the back of Bishop’s head. Yes, Eddie. Bishop wanted him just as out of his mind with ecstasy as he was. Was Edison soft every fucking where? He moaned as he sucked on those sweet thighs, leaving marks in some places when he became overwhelmed by the taste. God, how was he going to survive this?

  Edison massaged his scalp, his touch getting firmer, desperate, the higher Bishop travelled. He buried his face in the crease of Edison’s thigh and inhaled him through his old-school boxer shorts. One side of Bishop’s mouth quirked up, because even the smallest details about Eddie drove him wild. He mouthed him through the thin fabric and Edison clutched at his head.

  “I’m… Unh. Bishop,” Edison gasped.

  Yes. This was how Bishop wanted it. Now, it was all about Edison and his needs. Bishop had had to wait until he knew he could get this right. He looked up at Edison while kissing him through his shorts. “Can I take these off, baby?” Bishop whispered roughly.

  Edison swallowed then released a breathy, “Yes.”

  Edison raised his hips and let him pull his shorts down, his cock practically slapping his chin when he did. Oh fuck. He dropped onto the mattress between Edison’s wide-open legs, needing some kind of pressure on his dick. His shaft was throbbing, his slit leaking as he tried to decide what to feast on first. Edison’s short, thick cock, which was flushed and weeping for his attention, or if he wanted to swallow Edison’s tight sac which was already pulled up close to his body.

  “Goddamn.” Bishop groaned then sucked one of the wrinkled orbs into his mouth. Edison jerked beneath him, but Bishop’s weight kept him pinned to the mattress, and he could tell how much Eddie loved that by the way he whined. Edison’s flavor was just so bold and delicious there, and he enjoyed it a few seconds more until he could no longer stand Edison’s begging whimpers. Bishop massaged Edison while his head was buried in his pelvis, his tongue exploring every crevice and nook.

  Edison’s soft fingertips skimmed over his cheek as he licked a slow path up his hard cock until he got to the tip. He kept his eyes on Edison—whose head was pressed into the pillow, his throat tight and exposed—as he swallowed him down whole. Edison’s cry was a beautiful song in his ears. He swirled his tongue around the slit and was rewarded with a heady flavor that exploded in his mouth, making him suck harder, seeking more.

  Edison continued to leak, and Bishop pushed his dick harder into the firm mattress, trying to fuck it as if it was Edison’s ass. His eyes rolled and his back muscles tightened, his sign that he was about to blow. Bishop growled around Edison’s shaft when his hips tried to come off the bed. He wasn’t going to let Eddie buck him off. And after almost six years of celibacy, Bishop damn sure wasn’t removing his mouth until he had Edison’s come all over his chest or down his throat.

  “Bishop!” Edison yelled, his voice husky and on the edge of panic. His breaths became faster, heavier, and Bishop felt Edison’s heavy cock pulse against his tongue just before the first splash of hotness hit him in the back of his throat.

  “Ahhh! Ugh, god,” Edison yelled, shaking beneath Bishop’s hold.

  He swallowed again and again, just able to keep his eyes open while he ground his dick in time with Edison’s releases. He lapped at his softening length until he felt he’d milked every drop that he could from him. Bishop still didn’t pull away, continuing to savor him until he was squirming and tugging at Bishop’s shoulders.

  “Bishop,” Edison moaned so softly.

  “Mmmm.” Bishop watched him through narrowed eyes. He was aching in the worst way, but he wouldn’t take Edison’s treasure tonight… not yet. “What do you need, Eddie? Tell me.”

  “Kiss me,” Edison panted, sounding as if he was still in the midst of his orgasm.

  Bishop squeezed his eyes shut as he climbed up the rest of Edison’s sexy body. He licked his chest between his plump pecs, then kissed his way up to his throat. Edison wrapped his arms around Bishop’s hips and tugged on him until all of his two hundred forty pounds was lying on top of him. Edison lifted one smooth thigh and hooked it on Bishop’s hip.

  “Oh fuck,” Bishop groaned, trying not to thrust like a madman. But, never had he been so wound up, never had he needed to come so badly. All the jerking off and edging he’d tortured himself with over the past month still hadn’t prepared him for how fast Edison would make him lose control. Bishop wasn’t sure he could rein in his urges. His orgasm was right there beating at the door, his balls throbbing for release. As if Edison was just as concerned about Bishop’s wants as he was about his, he felt his briefs being pulled down in the back and soft, timid hands squeezing his ass cheeks and rocking him forward.

  Bishop shoved the rest of his tight briefs under his balls and moaned obscenely when his flesh met Edison’s. Bishop could feel the tension in his muscles as he slowed the rocking of his hips, knowing he wasn’t going to need much more stimulation. He slanted his mouth over Edison’s and slipped his tongue inside him, feeding Edison his own flavor. His dick felt so good, nudging against Edison’s softness between his legs.

  His head was leaking profusely. Bishop gripped Edison’s leg and hefted it higher on his waist, then turned his body into him, his hips taking on an urgent rhythm of their own. His dick nestled into a particularly warm, and fleshy fold, and Bishop cursed as he rocked his shaft in and out. It only took a few seconds before he was squeezing Edison and grunting his name.

  “I want you to come all over me, Bishop,” Edison breathed against the side of his face.

  “Oh fuck.” That was too damn much. Bishop thrust harder and Edison moaned in his ear, his hips curling up to meet Bishop’s motion. “I’m gonna fucking come, Eddie,” Bishop warned.

  “Please,” Edison begged. And that delicate, almost reverent plea was his complete undoing. Bishop stilled, his spine locking as his dick shot against Edison’s tender skin. He grunted and shot again, his dick pulsing hard. Edison whined, clutching him around his neck, his lips pressed against Bishop’s rapid pulse. He held onto Edison
for dear life, needing him to keep him grounded while his orgasm tore through him with the force of an F-5 tornado. He subconsciously knew he was driving Edison into the mattress as he ground his spasming cock against him, but he was unable to stop chasing the pleasure.

  Bishop began to loosen his hold, sure that he’d left his prints behind; the thought keeping his dick half hard. Just like any other time he’d come thinking of Edison, once hadn’t been enough, but he wasn’t going to be greedy, he had plenty of time. Edison licked Bishop’s earlobe, humming quietly. Has he been doing that the whole time? Bishop hadn’t been able to hear the satisfied sound over the ringing in his ears.

  He rolled to the side, taking Edison with him. He needed to clean up the mess he’d made, but he didn’t think his knees would work if he tried to stand. Bishop tucked Edison under his arm and buried his nose in the top of his head. His eyes drifted closed while he lazily ran his hand through the long, honey-brown strands that smelled of berries. For the first time in his life he understood what being in a relationship meant, and what it felt like to find someone who reached every part of him. Edison had made love to his mind by reading his books to him, and his body had rocked his world, giving him an orgasm that still had fire simmering in his veins… and yet… they hadn’t had sex yet.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Edison

  Edison was almost asleep when he felt Bishop’s body shifting against him. He held on, not wanting him to move. He liked the way Bishop was cradling him in his big arms as if he was a little bitty nothing. Bishop’s deep chuckle ruffled his hair.

  “I’m just going to get a rag to clean you up. I’ll be right back.” Bishop kissed his temple and Edison cracked his eyes open to watch Bishop walk across his bedroom floor.

  He wished Bishop hadn’t pulled his briefs back up, he wouldn’t’ve minded the visual now that he knew what those hard mounds felt like. Edison rolled onto his back wondering if that was just round one. He heard Bishop fumble with the bathroom door before he hit the lights.

  “Holy shit,” Bishop said. “It looks like a barbershop slash tailor’s shop in here.”

  Edison smiled. His master bathroom was his second favorite room in his house, and where he spent a lot of his time. “The wash cloths are in the linen closet to your left.”

  The water started running a few seconds later, and while he waited to be cleaned off his eyes began to drift shut. It’d been a long week at work and he’d been hustling like crazy to keep up with his extensive workload and still get out early enough to have time with Bishop in the evening. He must’ve dozed off, because he jumped when he felt a warm rag smoothing over his stomach.

  “It’s just me,” Bishop whispered, wiping him gently. He smelled like soap and mouthwash. “Go back to sleep.”

  Edison tried to blink his grogginess away, realizing it was now dark in the room except for the glow from the street lamps outside. No, he didn’t wanna sleep, he wanted to fool around. Was Bishop going to leave if he fell asleep? Bishop must’ve seen something that resembled panic in his eyes because he leaned in and kissed him on his lips and mumbled, “Can I stay?”

  He answered by reaching up and pulling Bishop back into the position they’d been in, and drew the sheet up over their waists. He fell into the crevice of Bishop’s underarm, the warmth and scent there luring him into a blissful slumber he could no longer fight. All he could do was sigh when he heard Bishop tell him good night.

  ~

  “I knew you’d feel this good, Eddie… so tight around me.” Bishop thrust so deep inside him that Edison could only lie there and feel… and cry Bishop’s name.

  Edison thrust his aching dick against a firmness that was mind-blowing. His cock ached with the need to release, and whatever he was riding was about to make him do just that. He felt a delicate caress along his seam, making him push back, seeking more of that touch. Edison went lax feeling as if he’d drifted away.

  “I could stay inside you forever, baby. Is that what you want?” Bishop’s voice was garbled and gritty, making Edison’s cock spasm and his back arch.

  “Yes,” Edison murmured, his own voice sounding foreign to his ears. He wished he could see Bishop, but everything was so dark. Edison turned his head and brushed over something that tickled his nose as he inhaled a scent that made him lick his lips. He nuzzled farther into that smell, his tongue coming out on its own and tasting. The surface was smooth, and he continued to bathe the area while he squeezed around the hardness between his thighs.

  “You’re fuckin killing me, Eddie,” Bishop rumbled. This time Edison heard everything loud and clear. Bishop’s voice was no longer garbled, but throaty and full of passion.

  Edison came fully awake… all over. He realized his face was buried in Bishop’s armpit and he’d indeed been licking him there. He jerked, his hard dick jabbing into that firm pressure that ended up being Bishop’s thigh. Edison felt the heat rush to his face and embarrassment swamp him, despite his dick still leaking all over the place. Ugh. Why do I have to act like such a virgin all the time? Edison forced his thighs to relax from squeezing that thick muscle as if he was climbing a tree with no branches.

  “Where do you think you’re going? I didn’t mean to wake you up, baby. But, that shit felt good.” Bishop said, cupping Edison’s ass to keep him from moving. The same caress he’d felt a moment ago—that he thought was a dream—slid back up his crease, making him shake.

  Bishop hadn’t touched him there last night and Edison just refrained from pushing back into those fingers. Edison cried out when Bishop adjusted his leg, pushing it farther into his groin. Oh god. He was already so close to the edge before he’d woken up. Now he knew it wasn’t all a dream and he actually had a man—his man—in his bed, trying to take care of his morning erection.

  “Close your eyes and ride it, Eddie.” Bishop’s fingers pressed closer, spreading him open. “It’s just me and you, don’t be embarrassed.”

  “Ohh,” Edison moaned, rocking his ass backward only for Bishop to nudge him forward. They were on their sides, facing each other while Edison clamped onto Bishop’s thigh as if it was a pommel horse. He could feel Bishop’s hardness gliding along his stomach, and he wondered if it’d always be this intense, this necessary. Bishop pushed his thigh even higher, a bite of pain zinging through Edison’s tight sac, and making him shoot before he could yell a warning. He kept his face hidden in Bishop’s armpit while he panted through his orgasm as if he’d just run a marathon. This was insane. He could still feel Bishop’s hard shaft pressing into his body and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to make Bishop come as hard as he did.

  “Can I…?” Edison whispered as he eased his hand down Bishop’s chest, over his abs until his palm hovered over Bishop’s erection bulged against the dark material of his briefs.

  “Mmmm. All you have to do is touch me, Eddie,” Bishop moaned, pushing his underwear down to his knees.

  Edison’s eyes widened when Bishop’s thick shaft slapped against his stomach. His swollen head was so dark red that it looked painful. Edison’s ass clenched under Bishop’s rough palm as he imagined all of that inside of him, if he could take it all. He sure wanted the challenge. Bishop rolled onto his back, almost pulling Edison on top of him. Bishop clamped his hand around the back of Edison’s neck and growled against his cheek when he finally closed his shaking hand around Bishop’s girth.

  “You’re big,” Edison said breathlessly. He stroked upward, his fingers brushing against the rim of Bishop’s head. He didn’t know how Bishop wanted to be touched but jerking a dick was pretty universal, so he tightened his fist and pumped up and down at an easy pace.

  “Fuck,” Bishop hissed when Edison ran his thumb over the slit and used the slickness there to ease the glide of his palm. “Your skin is so soft.”

  Bishop clamped his big hand over Edison’s and squeezed impossibly tighter.

  “Oh my god,” Edison moaned as Bishop arched towards him, moving Edison’s fist faster. He wan
ted Bishop to take control, to show him exactly what he needed and how he wanted to be touched. It appeared his bad boy boyfriend liked a firm hand, which only made Edison that much more excited. His face was right there hovering over Bishop’s chest, and he couldn’t resist leaning in and running the flat of his tongue over one of his stiff nipples. The sound Bishop made vibrated Edison’s lips, making him suck harder.

  “Shit. I’m ‘bout to fuckin come, baby,” Bishop groaned, clutching Edison’s neck in a vice-like grip as he felt that thick shaft pulse beneath their combined palms. Edison hung on for the ride as Bishop pumped their fists faster, focusing on the thick head.

  “Yes,” Edison moaned with him. He fought to keep his eyes open instead of slamming them shut in ecstasy—he had a lot to learn and he didn’t want to miss a moment of what was about to happen. Bishop grunted harshly, then pulled a handful of Edison’s hair, making him tear his mouth away from his chest. Edison gasped, not caring how desperate he sounded to see Bishop come. His fingers were clenched so hard, they were cramping, but he didn’t dare complain. It was a few more seconds before he felt Bishop stiffen, his body going rigid before the first spurt of come erupted from him and landed on his abdomen.

  Edison’s mouth hung slack while Bishop kissed him aggressively, grunting into his mouth with each wave of seed that flowed over their hands.

  “Ugggh, fuck, Eddie,” Bishop said, his voice thick while they milked the last drops from him. Bishop began to loosen his grip on Edison’s hand, but he kept the other buried in his hair. As they both got control of their labored breaths, Bishop’s touch turned tender once again. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”

  “Stop.” Edison inched up Bishop’s side, his vision going hazy as his half hard, naked cock brushed over the smooth hairs on Bishop’s thigh. “That was incredible… it was really….” Edison huffed a satisfied laugh. “I’m trying not to say anything that’s gonna make me sound like an idiot.”