“You’re fucking mine and mine alone. You understand me?”
I moan. “Yes.”
“No one else will have ever have this ass. Right?”
“Right.”
“Say the words, Tristan. Tell me who you belong to.”
Whimpering with need, I moan, “I belong to you, Bishop.”
“That’s right,” Bishop says, before driving his entire length into me. He slaps my ass several times as I grip the sheets fromthe intensity of it. “Tell me you love it, Tristan. Tell me you love my dick.”
“I fucking love it, Bishop. I love your dick so much.”
“Yeah? Are you gonna come for me?”
I nod, biting the pillow. “Yes. Oh god yes.”
“You feel fucking amazing.” He bites my neck. “What do you want next?”
“I want to taste you. I want your cum, baby, please.”
“How much?” He grips my chin, turning my face so I have to look at him. “Tell me, Tristan.”
“God, Bishop! Please. I want it more than anything.”
He pulls his dick out of me and flips me over. He rips the condom off just as he comes, splashing it all over my face and chest. I open my mouth, trying to catch some, shocked when his mouth comes down hard on mine. He grips my dick, stroking me furiously as his tongue explores my mouth. I come, exhaling into his mouth. Bishop licks my face and then pushes me back on the bed. Bishop steps back, sitting in a chair.
I can’t even speak. I’m so overwhelmed I roll over and bury my face in the pillow so Bishop can’t see the tears running down my face. A minute later, I feel his arms around me so I crawl into his lap, keeping my face hidden. He strokes my back, and in his silence, I know he understands.
After a few minutes, I compose myself and wipe my face. I gaze up at him, smiling. “Thank you.”
He brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Same. It was amazing.”
I nod. “The best. You said I was wild, but you… you’re like an animal unleashed when you make love. I love it. I want more of it.”
He smiles, still rubbing my cheek. “Making love, huh?”
I wish it was love. “For me.”
Bishop gazes down at me as though he heard the words I’m hiding behind the ones I said. He leans in and kisses me softly. “Think you can tame me?”
I smile. “I don’t want to. Not in the bedroom.”
“But out of it?”
“Do you really want me to answer that right now?”
We search each other’s eyes for a moment before he speaks. “Maybe another time. Is your girl okay?”
“I’m sure she’s fine.”
We lie together silently for a long time. I’m draped across Bishop as he plays with my hair, and I wish this could be every day.
“I should get home,” I whisper. “Otherwise, I’ll never leave.” I gaze up at Bishop. “Are you coming over for Christmas?”
“No. I’m flying back east to see my parents. You coming home for Spring Break?”
