Bishop: A True Lover's Story

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.

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“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.