“What made me different?” I ask, more than willing to fan the flame of the fantasy as I step closer, tilting my head up to look at Riot’s gorgeous face, his chin rough with dark stubble, his eyes a piercing blue, his lips full and so tempting.
He snags his fingers through my belt loops and pulls me against him. His body is large and might be imposing in another circumstance, but right now it’s hard and huge in all the right ways. He’s taller than both Hudson and Leo, who are just about my same height. My mom was right: I had a late growth-spurt after all. But I’m not thinking about either of them tonight, I scold myself.
“I don’t know, there’s just something about you,” he says, lowering his head slowly, giving me the chance to end things, to change my mind, to walk away now and go back to my normal life with my complicated feelings and unrequited love.
I close the gap between us, pressing my lips to his. They’re even softer than they looked, but firm under mine as I sweep my tongue along the seam until he parts them to let me in.
Riot
I’ve been watching him for months. I know that makes me sound like a stalker, but it’s hard not to notice Bishop with his sweet good looks, his eyes full of too many emotions for me to parse at any one time, a smile, but rarely a genuine one, always on his lips. Every Friday night he comes into Twisted Cherry with his friends, and every Friday night I’ve tried to think of something to say to him. Then, tonight, when he came up to the bar, he looked so sad and so fucking tired, I knew I couldn’t let him walk away without trying to put a real smile on his face.
He drags his fingers through my hair, tugging at the ends as he kisses me deeper, his tongue delving into my mouth, his body pressed against mine. Heat sears my veins, my cock hard and heavy, pressed against his stomach through my jeans. The sugary flavor of soda is on his tongue, underlaid by hints of his own flavor, just as sweet but far more addictive. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I moan against his lips as he sucks my lip ring between his teeth.
“Do you have anything else pierced?” he asks, his voice dripping with filthy promises that settle deep inside me and make my cock throb, precum leaking from my slit, making my boxer briefs damp and sticky.
I kiss along his jaw, scraping my teeth against his skin, and he shivers against me. When I reach his ear, I take the lobe between my teeth and flick it with my tongue until he gasps and whimpers.
“It’ll be more fun if you find out yourself,” I purr.
“Fuck, you’re a tease,” he groans, his hands sliding down to my chest. His palms graze my nipple barbells through the fabric of my shirt, and he whimpers a second time, a bolt of lust shooting through me, tightening my balls and making my cock give a hard jerk.
“Not a tease,” I argue, sucking on the pulse point in his throat as I reach for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head. “I just think it’s more fun to unwrap a present yourself instead of having the surprise spoiled.”
Bishop gives a throaty chuckle, tugging my shirt off as well, dropping it on the floor beside his.
“So, you don’t send dick pics then?”
“And ruin all the fun of the reveal? No fucking way,” I joke, pulling him in for another kiss, because I think I might fucking die without another taste of his lips. My whole body buzzes as his tongue slides against mine, hot and wet and so fucking good. I need more. More of his hands on me, more of his mouth on me, more of his bare skin soft and sweaty against mine. I lift him up without breaking the kiss, and he gasps into my mouth.
He wraps his legs around my waist, the hard ridge of his erection pressing against mine as I carry him down the short hallway to my bedroom. When I reach the bed, I crawl onto it, laying him down and blanketing him with my body.
Bishop runs his hands over my chest again, this time catching my nipple barbells between his fingers and giving them a gentle tug that sends lightning down my spine. A low moan rumbles in my throat, and I thrust against him, the layers of clothes between us dulling the sensation but not diminishing it completely.
“You can be rough with them, I like it,” I say, kissing along his collar bone, licking up the salty flavor of his sweat and drowning in the way it mixes perfectly with the sweet flavor of him. He runs his thumbs over both nipples and then gives them a harder tug that shoots straight to my dick, dragging a deep groan from low in my belly as my balls tighten. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I gasp.
My hands are trembling with restraint as I reach for the button on his jeans, wrenching it open and yanking his zipper down. He does the same, freeing my achingly hard cock. We’re neither graceful nor patient as we both struggle to get our pants the rest of the way off.
“Holy fuck,” Bishop gasps as I finally manage to get my pants off and toss them, along with my underwear, onto the floor. “I can see why you enjoy the reveal.” He stares at my cock, hard as hell and flushed red, the tip wet with precum, drops of it still clinging to the silver hoop that goes through my slit and the underside of the head.
“You can play with it if you want,” I say, waggling my eyebrows.
“I definitely want.” He licks his lips and reaches for my cock, wrapping his hands around the shaft and giving a slow stroke. When he reaches the head, he runs his thumb along the hoop experimentally. The tug of it makes my breath catch and my cock throb.
He takes his time exploring it, gathering precum as it pools around the steel and rubbing it along the sensitive head of my cock. I shake with the effort to hold still, letting him play even though I want to pin him down and rut against him like a wild animal.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck and draw him into my lungs as he starts to stroke me in long, slow tugs, my balls bouncing with each one. Dragging my tongue along his throat, over his Adam’s apple, I reach between us, and he drops his grasp on me as I wrap my hand around both our erections at once.
Bishop arches into my touch, his hands going back to my nipples as I stroke us both, our precum mixing and trickling down both our shafts to slick the way. My piercing catches on the ridge of his cockhead, and he gasps, his eyes rolling back.
“Oh fuck, more,” he pants, rolling my nipple barbells between his fingers, tugging and flicking them faster as I speed up my hand.
My mouth finds his again, but it’s far too inept to be considered a kiss, more our mouths bumping against each other as we share harsh breaths and quiet moans, our sweat drenched bodies sliding against each other as I give up stroking to thrust against his cock, both of them trapped in my tight grasp.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Bishop cries against my lips, arching his hips as his whole body tenses, and his cock pulses against mine, spilling hot, thick seed all over my erection and my hand. I fuck against him faster, my head growing dizzy from the incredible slickness of his cum all over me.
“Bishop, ungh,” I grunt as pleasure tears through me, my balls constricting as I follow him over the edge, adding my own release to the mess covering us.
I collapse against him, and he lets out a contented sigh. A warm, fuzzy kind of feeling fills my body and no doubt paints a goofy smile on my face. After a minute I manage to roll off him. I find a peaceful smile on his lips as well, a genuine peaceful smile. My heart gives a little flip, and I nuzzle my nose against his jaw before pressing a lingering kiss there.
“Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again,” I promise him, fully intent on fulfilling my word to make him come until the sun comes up. Not that it was an altogether altruistic offer to begin with. Obvious reasons aside, I’ve been in Pasadena over six months and have found myself in a bit of a dating slump. It’s not only about sex; I crave a connection with other people, lay awake at night wishing my bed wasn’t so empty. Before Bishop plopped himself down on the barstool tonight, I’d been considering if maybe it was time to pick up and try a new city again, a new state, another chance to find something that feels like it fits me. But now...well, maybe I can stick around California a little longer.