Page 68 of Ride With Me

And there was something uniquely erotic about how much Bishop enjoyed the pain. It made Blue want to test Bishop’s limits and see how far he could push him.

Would he break?

Would he cry?

Blue wanted to find out.

“All right. Dick. Now.” Blue turned off the wand and then tossed it aside. He pulled away from Bishop so he could change positions and get back on top facing him. He picked up the bottle of lube to slick up Bishop’s cock.

“Right now?” Bishop grinned, wiping off his beard. “All righty, let’s get it on, lil’ one.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Uh, how aboutbaby?”

“No.”

“Baby doll? Sweetie pie? Honey cakes? My beloved little?—”

“No! No fucking nicknames.” Blue grabbed the cord around Bishop’s neck and pulled it. “Got it?”

“Ten-four,” Bishop said with a wheeze.

Blue twisted the excess cord around his hand to keep it taut, and he pushed the head of Bishop’s cock up against his ass. He sat back with a soft hiss, waiting for his body to adjust so he could sink farther down.

“O-oh, fuck. That…” Bishop inhaled shakily, and he grabbed Blue’s thighs. “That is nice right there. Fuck, your ass feels so damn good.”

“Stop talking.” Blue raised himself up and then back down, setting a steady pace as he took on more and more of Bishop’s dick.

Bishop opened his mouth as if he was going to say something and chose to groan a little instead.

Blue rode Bishop faster, keeping tension on the cord as he slammed his hips down. He clenched around Bishop when he found an angle he really liked, sitting down flush and then grinding frantically. “Ah,fuck.”

“Gotcha somethin’ good there, huh?” Bishop palmed Blue’s ass, urging him on. “Get it. C’mon, get you some of that dick.”

Blue was too caught up in the rising heat to bother snapping at Bishop for saying more stupid crap. He bucked and bounced, working himself toward what was sure to be a fantastic finish. The mere sight of Bishop all marked up beneath him was an incredible turn on.

Bishop’s skin was bright red everywhere the wand had touched and there were sure to be ligature marks around his throat. The tiny cut from the bottle had stopped bleeding, but a small dribble of dried blood remained.

Blue wanted to taste it.

He pulled on the cord to draw Bishop up into a sitting position. He stretched his legs out to wrap around Bishop as he continued to ride his cock, lunging forward to suck at his neck with a greedy moan.

“Ah, there ya go,” Bishop purred, his rough hands spreading over Blue’s back. “Fuck, you’re so damn good, baby. You’re so fuckin’ good.”

Blue sucked at the little cut on Bishop’s neck and tongued over where it had clotted until he got a taste of fresh blood. Once that sweet iron tang hit his tongue, he went wild and frantically fucked himself on Bishop’s cock with a new urgency.

Though it was barely a spoonful, having Bishop’s blood in his mouth while they fucked was absolute bliss. Each little grunt and strained groan wrung out from Bishop’s lips as Blue pulled on the cord only added to the passionate fervor, and Blue could have never imagined sharing this level of intimacy.

He didn’t even know it was possible before now.

Bishop had entrusted both his pleasure and his life to Blue—a stranger who admittedly had tried to kill him just a short while ago and would not hesitate to try again. Blue certainly thought about it. Letting Bishop live when he’d identified him as a killer was foolish.

And yet…

Blue didn’t think he could give this up now that he’d had a taste. Bishop surrendering control to him and begging for Blue to give him that delicious pain was a fantastic high without compare.

Blue loved it.

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