Page 70 of Ride With Me

“C’mon,sir.”

Blue arched back. “Better.”

“Lemme come, sir,” Bishop begged. “Lemme fill you up s’fuckin’ good.”

“Not until I’m done.” Blue groaned, fumbling to grab hold of his dick and stroke. He could sense Bishop’s urgency, and his own desire for release was about to boil over.

Fuck, he wanted to come again.

Arching his back, Blue lifted up his leg and grunted. He squeezed down on Bishop’s cock, smirking a little when he heard him gasp. He kept himself tensed for the extra surge of hot friction and stroked faster, commanding, “Fuck me. Harder.”

Bishop slung his arm under Blue’s leg to lift it higher, thrusting feverishly and nearly pushing Blue over onto his face. The smack of their skin slapping together was obscene, on par with the splattering of rain against the windows, and Blue let himself get loud.

He moaned and cried, encouraging Bishop to absolutely wreck him. Heat flashed over his face as the tension in his loins spiked, and he came with a low groan that trailed off into a breathless sob. Each pulse was hot, intense, and his body ached in the most sinful way from the force of his release.

Fuck, that was good.

Fuck, it felt like he was still coming.

“Lemme come, lemme come, lemme come,” Bishop chanted in his ear, frantic and whining. “I’m, I’m right there?—”

“Do it.” Blue gasped. “Come for me, you fucking whore. Fuckin’ give it to me!”

Bishop’s climax was noisier, a quick series of low grunts that concluded with a breathless sob. He slowed down his pumping hips to a stuttering crawl, and he panted hard as he all but collapsed against Blue’s back. “Hotdamn.”

Blue resisted the immediate urge to shove Bishop off him. Even though he was sweaty and hot and gross, Blue could still smell his blood and he liked it. He relaxed, his heart rate stillthumping away as he closed his eyes to savor the warm glow that remained.

Bishop was thankfully quiet.

They lay there for a while, their bodies still connected while the storm carried on. It was so peaceful that Blue could have almost fallen asleep, but he really needed to use the bathroom.

“Gotta piss.” He shifted forward until Bishop’s cock unceremoniously slipped out.

“I’ll be right here.” Bishop waved.

Blue headed to the bathroom to use the toilet and clean up. He splashed some water on his face, startled when he looked in the mirror.

He was smiling.

He grabbed a hand towel to run under the faucet and then walked back out to the bed, finding Bishop just as he’d left him. He threw the towel at him. “Here.”

Bishop caught it. “And they say chivalry is dead.”

Blue lay down next to Bishop, snorting. “Just thought you’d like to clean up.” He reached out to loosen the cord from Bishop’s neck, surprising even himself with his gentleness. “Did I hurt you?”

“Yeah.” Bishop grinned. “That’s sorta the point, y’know.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m just bustin’ your balls is all.” Bishop grabbed Blue’s wrist to stop his untangling and kissed him.

The kiss lingered, soft and tender, and Blue had zero explanation for why his heart suddenly fluttered.

It was… nice.

“I’m fine,” Bishop murmured. “Promise. You didn’t do nothin’ I didn’t want you to and you done it real good. Trust that I enjoyed myself and I’m happier than a hound dog with two tails.”

“And that’s… a good thing?”

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