Bishop: A True Lover's Story

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.