Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
“Close your eyes and ride it, Eddie.” Bishop’s fingers pressed closer, spreading him open. “It’s just me and you, don’t be embarrassed.”
“Ohh,” Edison moaned, rocking his ass backward only for Bishop to nudge him forward. They were on their sides, facing each other while Edison clamped onto Bishop’s thigh as if it was a pommel horse. He could feel Bishop’s hardness gliding along his stomach, and he wondered if it’d always be this intense, this necessary. Bishop pushed his thigh even higher, a bite of pain zinging through Edison’s tight sac, and making him shoot before he could yell a warning. He kept his face hidden in Bishop’s armpit while he panted through his orgasm as if he’d just run a marathon. This was insane. He could still feel Bishop’s hard shaft pressing into his body and at that moment he wanted nothing more than to make Bishop come as hard as he did.
“Can I…?” Edison whispered as he eased his hand down Bishop’s chest, over his abs until his palm hovered over Bishop’s erection bulged against the dark material of his briefs.
“Mmmm. All you have to do is touch me, Eddie,” Bishop moaned, pushing his underwear down to his knees.
Edison’s eyes widened when Bishop’s thick shaft slapped against his stomach. His swollen head was so dark red that it looked painful. Edison’s ass clenched under Bishop’s rough palm as he imagined all of that inside of him, if he could take it all. He sure wanted the challenge. Bishop rolled onto his back, almost pulling Edison on top of him. Bishop clamped his hand around the back of Edison’s neck and growled against his cheek when he finally closed his shaking hand around Bishop’s girth.
“You’re big,” Edison said breathlessly. He stroked upward, his fingers brushing against the rim of Bishop’s head. He didn’t know how Bishop wanted to be touched but jerking a dick was pretty universal, so he tightened his fist and pumped up and down at an easy pace.
“Fuck,” Bishop hissed when Edison ran his thumb over the slit and used the slickness there to ease the glide of his palm. “Your skin is so soft.”
Bishop clamped his big hand over Edison’s and squeezed impossibly tighter.
“Oh my god,” Edison moaned as Bishop arched towards him, moving Edison’s fist faster. He wanted Bishop to take control, to show him exactly what he needed and how he wanted to be touched. It appeared his bad boy boyfriend liked a firm hand, which only made Edison that much more excited. His face was right there hovering over Bishop’s chest, and he couldn’t resist leaning in and running the flat of his tongue over one of his stiff nipples. The sound Bishop made vibrated Edison’s lips, making him suck harder.
“Shit. I’m ‘bout to fuckin come, baby,” Bishop groaned, clutching Edison’s neck in a vice-like grip as he felt that thick shaft pulse beneath their combined palms. Edison hung on for the ride as Bishop pumped their fists faster, focusing on the thick head.
“Yes,” Edison moaned with him. He fought to keep his eyes open instead of slamming them shut in ecstasy—he had a lot to learn and he didn’t want to miss a moment of what was about to happen. Bishop grunted harshly, then pulled a handful of Edison’s hair, making him tear his mouth away from his chest. Edison gasped, not caring how desperate he sounded to see Bishop come. His fingers were clenched so hard, they were cramping, but he didn’t dare complain. It was a few more seconds before he felt Bishop stiffen, his body going rigid before the first spurt of come erupted from him and landed on his abdomen.
Edison’s mouth hung slack while Bishop kissed him aggressively, grunting into his mouth with each wave of seed that flowed over their hands.
“Ugggh, fuck, Eddie,” Bishop said, his voice thick while they milked the last drops from him. Bishop began to loosen his grip on Edison’s hand, but he kept the other buried in his hair. As they both got control of their labored breaths, Bishop’s touch turned tender once again. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to—”
“Stop.” Edison inched up Bishop’s side, his vision going hazy as his half hard, naked cock brushed over the smooth hairs on Bishop’s thigh. “That was incredible… it was really….” Edison huffed a satisfied laugh. “I’m trying not to say anything that’s gonna make me sound like an idiot.”
Bishop watched him through half-lidded eyes as if he was close to falling asleep. Edison wondered what it’d be like to stay in bed with Bishop all day. Simply talking, eating, maybe even reading, between exploring each other. Edison ran his fingertips through the mess they’d made, knowing he needed to get up and shower, but wanting to leave the smell of Bishop’s come on him as proof that he was no longer alone. He kissed Bishop once more before he climbed out of bed.