They fell onto the bed together, nestling under the covers and wrapping around each other. Bishop was on top of him, grinding his cock into his own, both of them leaking, making the glide deliriously stimulating. Edison wrapped his arms around them and squeezed Bishop’s ass, shoving him against him. They rocked and ground against each other in a sexy dance, their hands caressing and stroking what their mouths hadn’t tasted.
“Eddie,” Bishop groaned.
“Bishop,” he answered, spreading his legs wide and clamping them around Bishop’s back. “I need to…” He thrust his hips up, losing control, needing Bishop to take over.
“You wanna come, baby.” Bishop grunted. “Right now.”
Edison nodded, not caring how desperate he was behaving. It wouldn’t be a lie. His need for Bishop was too intense to put into words. A wide, slick finger pushed inside him, making him slam the back of his head into the pillow. “Oh my god. Yes. Yes, Bishop. Harder.” He rolled his hips up to get more, whimpering in agony when Bishop gave him just that.
“Stroke us, Eddie. Let me feel your hands,” Bishop said, snapping his hips while he pumped his fingers in his hole. Edison used both hands to grip them and started to pump their shafts together.
“Fuck,” Bishop groaned. “I can never last with your hands on me, Eddie.”
Edison clenched his fist tighter and concentrated on their heads, flicking the rim just like Bishop liked it. But Edison was the one to yell first, his back bowing off the bed as he curled into Bishop’s body, hoping he’d anchor him and keep him from flying away. Bishop pegged his gland over and over until he was toppling over the edge.
He jerked his hips as his hot come ran over his knuckles, his ass clenching around Bishop’s fingers. “Jesus Christ.”
Bishop eased his fingers out of him and thrust into Edison’s fist a couple of times then threw his head back and came against him, crushing his weeping slit into his pelvis. Bishop moaned as he continued to stroke him. Bishop was always half hard, even after he came.
“Unnnh, damn, Eddie.”
Edison’s body was still on fire. Yes, he’d just come but his ass was empty and clenching around nothing, missing the fullness. Bishop rolled onto his back to catch his breath and Edison chased him. He flung his leg over Bishop’s groin and sat down on top of him.
“Oh shit.” Bishop clamped his hands onto his hips when Edison began to rock his ass along Bishop’s length. “Eddie. Fuuuuk. What… what are you doing?”
They were slick and messy from their releases and the more Edison smeared their essence along his crease the more his body started to shake. He didn’t have a plan, he was just going with what felt good. He leaned forward and sucked one of Bishop’s nipples, nibbling on the tight bud as he kept rotating his hips. He wasn’t sure what he was trying to do, all he knew was that he was empty, so tired of being empty. When he felt blunt pressure at his opening, this time he didn’t shy away from it. Instead, he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and backed into it. His eyes widened at the fullness as the head pushed inside.
He started to lose control of his breathing when he realized exactly what was happening. Bishop sat up and cupped his face, the move making him slide in deeper.
“Oh god,” Edison whined. This was really happening. He was doing it.
“Easy baby. Just like that,” Bishop groaned, his voice sounding as if it was on the verge of shattering. “Go as slow as you need.”
Edison fastened his arms around Bishop’s neck and buried his head against his throat. He didn’t know what to do with the pleasure tearing through his entire body. Edison was alive from head to toe and he felt Bishop everywhere inside of him, not just his hole.
“God, you’re so damn tight around me, Eddie.”
Edison’s thighs clenched when he felt Bishop’s dick graze over that place that made him scream. Instead, he smothered his holler against the side of Bishop’s rough cheek. His cock was throbbing between them and he hadn’t realized he’d gotten so hard again. Bishop cupped his ass and used his strength to rock him back and forth on his lap. Edison went lax and put all his weight on Bishop—knowing he could support him—and let his boyfriend take his virginity.
Bishop kissed his shoulder, his collarbone and his neck, while he rocked his hardening dick inside him. He could feel Bishop getting thicker as he stroked in and out of his sensitive channel, and the feeling of being stretched so slowly was driving him insane. When Bishop had first slid inside, his softening girth had been perfect and Edison had felt little burn, only powerful sensations of bliss. Now, Bishop’s long hard shaft was nudging and stimulating him in places he didn’t know existed.