Bishop

by A. E. Via

  “No, Mila. Thank you. I just really wanna be left alone today, all right? Divert anything that needs my attention the best you can, please.”

  “Sure,” she said, continuing to give him a sad look.

  “What?” Edison groaned.

  “Did… did you and your guy have a fight or something?” Mila asked softly.

  “No…” Edison frowned. “Well, yes… sort of. But, it’s fine. We’re fine.” Edison knew he sounded like a recently-dumped babbling buffoon, but he didn’t have the patience to clarify or go into any details. “Mimi. Please. We’ll talk soon, okay?”

  “Okay, sure,” she said. “Oh, and you asked to be notified when Skylar was in his office.”

  “Yes.” Edison jerked his head up.

  “He’s here. Is there something you want me to handle for you?” she asked.

  “No,” Edison damn near growled, and Mila’s expression switched to shock then confusion. Again, he wasn’t interested in explaining himself. “I’ll take care of this myself.”

  Edison took the plastic Wegman’s shopping bag out of his desk and headed down the hall to Skylar’s office, next to attorney Maroko’s. He saw Skylar’s busty secretary pop her head up out of her cubicle, but he waved for her to sit back down. He tapped twice on Skylar’s closed door then walked inside without waiting for him to say come in. Skylar’s office was stiff and monochromatic, with his large, glass desk, and all black furniture. It made Edison feel as if he was enclosed in a mausoleum.

  Skylar was sitting at his desk with a mug of steaming coffee in front of him, reading the newspaper and eating a protein bar. When he saw it was him, a slow smile spread across his face. The one that Skylar thought made all the women fall in line. Edison wanted to hurl the man’s stapler at him.

  “And to what do I owe the pleasure, boss?” Skylar said, seeming to inject as much allure into his voice as he could.

  “Cut the crap,” Edison snapped.

  Skylar quirked one side of his mouth as if he was even more intrigued by Edison’s ire. His gaze raked over Edison’s gray Calvin Klein suit, then traveled back up his chest. Skylar dropped his hand into his lap and licked his lips.

  What the…? Edison frowned, not trusting anything Skylar did or said. He’d learned his lesson for good.

  “You know… the Armani tie I gave you would go really well with that suit, too.” Skylar looked at him thoughtfully, steepling his long fingers in front of his face. “You are a man with impeccable taste, Edison.”

  “I couldn’t care less what you think of my taste. And here’s what I think of yours.” Edison turned the bag upside down and dumped the shredded tie all over the clean desk. He didn’t stop there, even though he was enjoying the appalled expression twisting Skylar’s face. Edison took two hundred-dollar bills and a fifty out of his wallet and slammed it on top of the pile of rubbish. “Now. You can’t say you’ve ever given me a thing.”

  Skylar rolled his eyes. “Must you be so dramatic?”

  “Must you be such a two-faced backstabbing jackal?”

  “My ears are burning at those harsh names, Edison. Gosh you’re such a square… I don’t even know why I bother.” Skylar picked up the crisp bills. “That tie was two eighty-seven at Macy’s.”

  “Then you overpaid, idiot.” Edison was done with this conversation, and most of all he was done with Skylar. “This is your last warning, Skylar.”

  “Or else what?” Skylar leaned over his desk, glaring defiantly.

  “You’re creating an uncomfortable work environment for me and disrupting the production of my department. I’ll tell Presley Alfred that it either has to be me…” Edison leaned in to match Skylar’s intimidation. “Or you. Now who do you think she’s going to choose?”

  Skylar clamped his mouth shut and rocked back in his chair.

  “I thought so,” Edison said before he turned and walked out of the door, closing it forcefully behind him.

  He made the short walk back to his office and locked the door. All he wanted to do now was go home, take a bottle of aspirin, drink a gallon of water, and go to bed.

  ~

  Edison let out the heaviest sigh of relief in his life when he saw Bishop’s truck in his driveway when he got home at seven thirty. He’d wanted to get off earlier, but a man could dream. He sat in his car for a few seconds, loosening his tie, finally able to breathe. It felt as if he’d been holding his breath for days. Edison didn’t go through the back gate, instead he unlocked his front door and went inside to drop his bag and remove his jacket. He thought for a moment that maybe he should start leaving a key under the mat for Bishop for times like this, but he stored that thought away for later. He felt jittery when he pulled the vertical blinds to the side and saw Bishop’s rigid form standing in front of the weeping willow at the far end of his yard. He looked so big and imposing from the back in his boots, dark blue jeans and black T-shirt. Not flashy in the least way, but Bishop’s dark and brooding stature demanded attention.

  Edison unlatched the lock and stepped out into the warm evening air. His breathing became labored when Bishop didn’t turn around. Edison continued to approach him from behind, sure that Bishop had heard him open and close his patio door. He took a chance and wrapped his arms around Bishop’s waist and pressed his cheek to the base of his neck. Bishop’s short hairs tickled his forehead when he leaned in to press a small kiss there.

  Bishop finally relaxed and leaned into Edison’s chest, and he thought he’d weep as he held Bishop tighter. For a moment, he thought he’d lost this. Neither of them said anything, and Edison didn’t think they needed to. He’d put it all out there in the video last night—his insecurities, his real wants and his promises. Bishop being at his home had to mean he’d accepted it.

  He inched away and clutched Bishop’s shoulder, urging him to face him, needing to see his expressive eyes. Bishop slowly spun around, his big hands coming up and cupping both of Edison’s cheeks. He placed his hand over Bishop’s warm skin and couldn’t help turning and pressing a kiss in the center of his rough palm. He heard Bishop’s sharp inhale and tilted his head back, begging for Bishop’s mouth. It’d been days, too long since he’d been feasted on. And as if Bishop could sense what he wanted, he ducked his head and pressed his lips against his.

  Edison moaned, his mouth falling open, and Bishop took full advantage of his weakness. He clutched at Bishop’s waist, pulling his lower body closer. The growl that filled Edison’s mouth made him shiver, despite the beads of sweat forming on his brow. Bishop’s tongue was hot and demanding all of Edison’s flavor, and he was more than happy to share it.

  Bishop was the first to come up for air, but Edison didn’t let him move as he feathered kisses along his throat and jaw. Firm hands ran up and down his back before he was pulled into a tight hug. Bishop tucked his head close and hugged him as if Edison had just come back from a deployment. He wondered if Bishop had been just as upset as he’d been last night. He wouldn’t ask because he didn’t want to dwell on that any longer. Never again would he let anyone come between them. When one of Bishop’s hands grazed over his ass and kneaded him through his dress pants, he immediately wanted to make up for what he’d missed last night.

  “Come inside,” Edison breathed. He took Bishop’s hand and led him into the house, past the dining area, down the hall and straight into his bedroom.

  They fell onto the bed in each other’s arms, their limbs intertwining and locking. Edison arched at the feeling of Bishop’s muscles pressing into him, pushing him deeper into his mattress. “I missed you so much last night. Why didn’t you answer me?”

  Bishop squeezed his eyes closed, then opened them slowly. He caressed the shaved side of Edison’s head, then touched their foreheads together. “I know. I missed you too, baby.”

  Edison pulled Bishop’s T-shirt over his head so he could touch his bare skin. Bishop’s big body trembled on top of him, and a rush Edison couldn’t believe flooded his body that he’d been the one to make Bishop do
that. He laid his palms flat against the firm muscles in Bishop’s back and rubbed everywhere that he could reach.

  “My pride’s too big for me to swallow sometimes, Eddie.”

  “It’s okay,” Edison whispered.

  “No, it’s not. It was childish.” Bishop kissed Edison deeply. “Forgive me, too.”

  Edison nodded, his emotions trying to get the better of him. Bishop had nothing to apologize for. Surprisingly, Bishop was the one with the chilly ex-boyfriend, but it was Edison who was the one bringing drama into their budding relationship. Bishop was the real deal—the kind of mature man Edison had been waiting for. Not one of the self-entitled, not-able-to-communicate millennials he’d dated, that was his generation. Now he was going to do everything he’d ever been taught to keep Bishop happy.

  Edison was going to start recalling more recipes his Aunt Carlotta had shown him that were a sure way to secure a man—or so she’d always say. He was remembering lessons his father taught him on being a good spouse, and even some of the teachings from the old heads he’d grew up around in the barber shop. Edison was going to be everything Bishop needed in a boyfriend and in return, he hoped Bishop would return the affection, ten-fold.

  Edison spread his legs, trying to relieve the ache when his cock tried to burst through his zipper. He thrust his hips up, seeking out some much-needed purchase to rub against.

  “Fuck, Eddie,” Bishop hissed when their cocks brushed over each other. “I want my mouth all over you.”

  Edison bit his lip to stop the embarrassing cry that tried to escape, but god it felt so good. Bishop’s naughty words in his ear and his heavy body on top of him already had him feeling as if he was going to come. He no longer worried about his stamina and not lasting because Bishop was usually right behind him, barely hanging on himself.

  Bishop rose onto his knees, and after watching Edison for several long seconds, he finally began to undress him. “You looked nice today,” Bishop said as he unbuckled Edison’s belt and began to ease his slacks down his legs. Edison squirmed wanting Bishop to go faster. His cock was dripping in his shorts when Bishop inched those off as well. He could feel a lot of shuffling on the bed and figured that Bishop was removing his boots and pants while he stroked Edison’s legs and up the backs of his thighs. He shook with eager anticipation when Bishop kneaded his ass cheeks, his fingertips edging closer to his crease and opening him up. “You’re so fuckin smooth all over.”

  Edison couldn’t stop his whine when Bishop sucked hard on his inner thigh, his scruffy cheek brushing against his straining dick. He had to grip the base of his cock when he thought he’d erupt. He was feeling delirious with need. His hips began to move and thrust, with little he could do to stop it. He cupped the back of Bishop’s head where it was nestled between his thighs and held him still while he rubbed his shaft against the coarseness on his jaw. Was it lewd and shameless, yes, but it was just the bite of stimulation Edison needed. He shook, with his hand around his base, not even needing to jack himself as he pulsed over and over again.

  “You taste so good, Eddie.” Bishop breathed, lapping Edison’s balls just before he took his cock from his grip and swallowed him down.

  “Ahhh!” Edison screamed, his arms flying out to his sides as if he was surrendering to the lord. It felt so wonderful he didn’t know what to do. How had he gone twenty-six years without this? And, it wasn’t just sexual with Bishop because Edison had had men touch his body before. But no one had really reached him, that deeper part of him that connected with his heart and soul. Bishop swallowed around his length, then hollowed his cheeks and pulled up until only the head was resting on his tongue.

  “I’m… I’m close,” Edison admitted.

  “I want you to fuck my mouth, Eddie, and come down my throat.” Bishop squeezed Edison’s ass and pushed his hips upward, shoving his cock deeper inside that warm cavern.

  Edison’s eyes rolled. As his body shook violently, he believed he was already orgasming. It’d started from the moment Bishop had nibbled and sucked on his thigh meat as if it was a rib. His head lolled to the side as waves of pleasure crested and threatened to drown him. His balls pulled up snug to his body and his cock spasmed in Bishop’s hot mouth as he leveled those dark eyes on him, urging him to come.

  Edison tried to hold out as long as he could, edge the pleasure for as long as possible, but it was a losing battle. Bishop was too sexy to resist. The moment a thick digit brushed over his wanting hole, he thrust up, gagging Bishop, but not stopping as he let go of all his man had asked for. Vibrations around his base made him shudder and clench his stomach muscles as he shot multiple times down Bishop’s throat.

  Deep, guttural, satisfied growls filled his bedroom as Bishop released him and climbed up his pliant body. He straddled Edison’s hips between his powerful thighs, with his thick, veiny erection clutched in his fist.

  “Oh my god,” Edison breathed, trying not to pass out from the sight before him.

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Bishop

  Edison’s flavor was delicious on his tongue and he couldn’t resist leaning over and sharing it with him. Edison opened his mouth so obediently, just as he did his legs, and Bishop shoved his tongue inside. He groaned loudly at the first couple of pulls on his dick. He wasn’t even going to last as long as Edison had because he’d almost shot when Eddie had gagged him with his fat cock. He took Edison’s hand and put it over his sac, which hung heavy and full between his legs.

  Edison’s lids fluttered as he did what Bishop wanted, his soft hand massaging him shyly at first before gaining confidence the louder Bishop moaned. “Fuck yeah, just like that. Squeeze ’em, baby,” Bishop demanded, pulling harder on his sensitive head.

  Staring down at Edison’s unblemished flesh sent jolts of energy through his body, causing him to fold over. He braced his palm next to Edison’s head and leaned in to lick those peach lips, “Unnnh, you’re gonna fuckin’ make me come already. You’re so damn beautiful, Eddie.”

  Edison rose on one elbow and let Bishop ravage his mouth, whimpering so prettily for him while he massaged his balls faster. “Come on me,” Edison whispered, his face flushing.

  Any time Edison found the courage to say what he wanted from Bishop, it made his head spin and his body spiral out of control. “Eddie.” Bishop grunted and thrust his cock into his tight fist. He shot so hard the first time it landed at the base of Edison’s throat, making his hazel eyes fly open wider. Bishop’s bicep flexed, his ass clenching with each spurt that spilled onto Edison’s stomach. He stayed in that position for a moment until he was able to slow his breathing.

  Before he could think twice, he ran his hand through his seed and smeared it all over Edison’s smooth chest. It rose and fell rapidly under his aggressive touch as Edison’s eyes began to glaze over. Bishop’s hand was slick when he eased it between Edison’s pecs until it was wrapped around his throat. He held him there gently, but his message was clear. Bishop put all his weight on Edison, covering him head to toe, and placed his mouth over his. “You’re mine. He can’t have you, Eddie.”

  Edison didn’t have to speak because Bishop was able to read every emotion, every feeling that flashed through those bedroom eyes. Edison didn’t want anyone else. In fact, he wanted so much from Bishop that the pressure almost consumed him. Edison needed him to be everything… a friend, a partner, a lover. Someone who would treasure him and treat him the same way that he treated everyone else. Edison graced people with his kindness, his generosity and his good cooking… but he never got anything in return. Edison was just as starved as Bishop, if not more, for someone to love him back.

  They started kissing and grinding against each other, neither appearing worried about the stickiness between them. Edison lifted one of his legs higher on Bishop’s hip, causing his still half hard dick to slide beneath Edison’s balls. He shifted and thrust against him, making them both freeze when his head pressed against Edison’s tight hole. Bishop shuddered at the thought of breec
hing Eddie’s virgin ass right fucking now. He knew it’d be tighter than he’d ever thought imaginable and he was sure he’d lose his mind.

  Edison gasped into his mouth when Bishop nudged closer. Oh fuck, he’s so tight.

  “Yes, please.” Edison’s voice was thick with his lust, his plea bordering on a sob. “I’m ready.”

  Bishop held Edison tight, battling for sanity as he fought not to thrust anymore. Bishop growled when Edison rocked his hips upward, crying out in ecstasy when his head pressed in more. He buried his face in Edison’s neck, kissing him softly as he calmed the storm raging between them. He clamped his hands over Edison’s ass and massaged the soft mounds, knowing he’d be in that heaven soon... but not today. Bishop bit Edison’s earlobe. “Not yet, baby.”

  Edison’s eyes were already closed but a frown began to crease his smooth forehead.

  Bishop didn’t want Edison thinking for one minute that he didn’t want all of him. “I’ll have my results from the clinic in a couple of weeks.”

  “I trust you,” Edison breathed.

  Bishop stilled Edison’s relentless hips, his willpower fading. Those were very important words Edison had just whispered in his ear and it was vital that Bishop didn’t violate them. “I trust you, too. And I want to do this right. I want to wait until I can show you the results. And in the meantime, we can do other things.” Bishop cradled Edison’s face, looking him in his eye. “Because I’m not going anywhere.”

  ~

  Bishop blinked away the grogginess in his head as he woke fully. It was pitch-dark in the room and a warm, solid weight was half lying across his chest. Light snores reached his ears, and before he knew it, Bishop smiled. A full, ear-to-ear grin that reached clear down to his heart. He grazed his fingertips over Edison’s bare shoulder, not wanting to wake him. He didn’t know what time it was, and he didn’t care. He lay there in the darkness and thought about how he’d almost screwed up a second time with Edison. Three fucking strikes and he’d be out. Bishop saw the devastation he’d done by not answering Edison’s calls all night. Regardless of who’d been in the right or the wrong, he shouldn’t’ve let his pride win. It was poison in a relationship… Wood told him that.