Page 64 of Ride With Me

Blue continued to draw the cord as tightly as he could, but he flinched when there was something digging into his groin that hadn’t been there before. He looked down between them and then groaned in disgust. “Seriously? You’re fuckinghardright now?”

“Yeah…?”

“What in the actualfuck?”

“Don’t… kink shame me… jackass!”

“God! Get it off me!”

“Can’t… do that… while you’re chokin’ me!” Bishop wheezed and grinned. “Unless ya’ wanna… lend me a hand…”

Blue squirmed to get out from underneath Bishop, but it only created more friction and resulted in him rubbing up against Bishop’s dick.

His very nice, very warm, very hard dick.

Dammit.

Bishop gurgled out a laugh. “Now… who’s… hard? Ha… haha…”

“Shut up!” Blue flushed indignantly, wishing he could deny his growing arousal. He could blame it on the mere physical mechanics of what was happening, but that didn’t explain the wild urge to kiss Bishop right now. “Will you please just fucking die already?”

Bishop replied by rolling his hips forward, slotting his dick against Blue’s and grinding forcefully. “If I’m goin’... I’m goin’... out… happy!”

“I hate you so much! God, I’m going to kill the shit out of you for this!” Blue desperately tugged on the cord, wishing Bishop would pass out already, but that didn’t seem to be happening. He grunted to keep a moan from escaping, but it was difficult to deny that everything Bishop was doing felt really good.

And then Bishop did something very unexpected.

Bishop bowed his head and kissed Blue.

Blue had been kissed a lot—hungry kisses, greasy and rough, too much tongue—and they had all made his skin want to crawl right off his skeleton.

But this…

Even with the obvious physical distress Bishop was in, his kiss was soft and sweet, and he’d dropped the lamp to caress Blue’s cheek.

Blue’s grip on the cord faltered.

Bishop gasped for air, but he didn’t stop kissing Blue.

The slide of his lips was velvety smooth, and Blue actually liked the scratch of Bishop’s beard against his skin. He hadn’t letgo of the cord completely, but he was swept up in the moment enough to drag a hand over the back of Bishop’s neck to take the kiss deeper.

Bishop uttered a low groan, and he pressed as close as he could, his hips still pumping.

Blue didn’t know exactly when he’d lost control of this situation, but his heart was pounding with the same wild energy he felt when he made a kill. That was new. His body was thrumming with a vivid heat, and the tease of Bishop’s tongue touching his own made his stomach lurch like he was on a roller coaster.

Bishop broke away to strip off his shirt, and it was immediately caught up in the cord still around his neck.

Blue growled, annoyed Bishop had stopped kissing him. He grabbed the cord and yanked Bishop back down to reconnect their lips, greedily wrapping himself all around him. He kept a firm grip on the cord to make sure Bishop wouldn’t stray again, and his other hand roamed over Bishop’s muscular back, digging his nails in until he could smell blood.

“Christ, you’re hotter than a two dollar pistol,” Bishop mumbled as he worked his arms beneath Blue and hugged him against his chest.

“I don’t know what the fuck that means.” Blue grinded up into Bishop impatiently, chasing his lips for another deep kiss. “Just… mmm… shut up and kiss me.”

“Yes, sir. Can do.”

Blue couldn’t get enough of Bishop’s lips, and he licked his way into Bishop’s mouth with a growl.

He felt so fuckingalive.

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