Page 69 of Ride With Me

Every steamy, intoxicating second of being in charge only cemented his determination to never lose this incredible feeling. He needed it like a drug, and he knew that just one hit of Bishop’s beautiful submission was not going to be enough.

He needed more, more,more.

Outside, the storm raged and the window lit up as lightning struck. The thin curtains acted as a filter and flashed the room with an eerie red glow. Thunder followed, roaring with enoughforce to rattle the cheap paintings on the walls. Somehow, it made the moment even more perfect.

Blue initially tried to tune out Bishop’s voice in favor of listening to the rain pounding on the glass, but soon he realized hewantedto hear Bishop talking. He liked the deep growl his voice had now, a rumble that broadcast his desire, and Blue had to admit it was very sexy.

There was also the added perk of knowing he was the reason Bishop was so aroused right now.

It was because of Blue that Bishop was in this frantic, desperate state, and Blue bit down on Bishop’s neck. “Tell me how much you love this, slut.”

Wow, where did that come from?

Bishop mewled and clung to Blue with wide eyes. “I love it so goddamn much. I love bein’ a big ol’ fuckin’ slut for you. S’all I want is to be your perfect lil’ slut. God, your ass is huggin’ my dick so perfect.” He groaned. “Go on. Bite me s’more. Please.”

Blue switched to the other side of Bishop’s neck, dragging his teeth there. “Come on. You really want it?”

“God, yes! Damn!” Bishop squirmed. “I want it, baby. I want it so fuckin’ goddamn bad.” He slammed his hips upward, driving his cock harder into Blue. “Please, please, pretty fuckin’ please!”

Blue bit down hard and adjusted his rhythm to keep up with Bishop’s brutal thrusts. He dragged his nails across Bishop’s back and shoulders until he smelled blood, and he breathed in the familiar scent and moaned.

This was… different.

BishopwantedBlue to draw his blood. He wanted this as much as Blue did, maybe even more judging by his shameless cries. Blue didn’t want to ever stop, but his legs trembled as sheer exhaustion threatened to steal away his bliss.

He let go of Bishop’s neck, gasping. “Fuck!”

“Don’t stop! Go on and get it, boy!” Bishop whined. “Please, please, please?—”

“Fuck me. Right now.” Blue pushed himself out of Bishop’s lap. He groaned as he stretched out on his side, putting his head in the pillows. “Like this. Behind me. Right fucking now.”

Bishop flopped into position so he could line himself back up. “Ten-four.”

“I’m going to strangle you?—”

“You know that’s, like, one of my kinks, right? I for real like that shit.” Bishop thrust forward, groaning as he buried himself inside of Blue. “So?—”

“Oh my God!” Blue growled as he reached back to grab the cord and give it a firm pull. “Stop it or else Iwon’tstrangle you. Better?”

“Now see, that there is some effective motivation!” Bishop grunted.

“Good. Now shut up and fuck me.”

“Sir, yes, sir!”

Blue grunted, closing his eyes as Bishop pounded into him with renewed vigor. He kept his fingers on the cord but only with enough tension to draw it taut.

He didn’t want Bishop to pass out.

Not when he was fucking him so well.

Each slam made Blue’s body explode with pleasure, and when there was a fierce growl, he was so wrecked that he couldn’t tell if it was him, Bishop, or the thunder roaring outside.

Maybe it was all three.

“Can I come?” Bishop pleaded, his fingers digging into Blue’s hips. “C’mon. Please, baby?—”

“Don’t.”

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