Page 14 of Perfectly Wrong

NINE

BISHOP

Bent over staining a table in my garage, I hear my name called by a familiar voice. I look up and my mouth drops. What the actual fuck?

“Hi.” Tristan walks closer. To say he looks different is an understatement. Both arms are covered in tattoos, and he’s clearly been spending time in the gym. His thick black hair is shorter than it was, and he’s very tan, making the blue of his eyes really stand out. “Busy?”

“You’re home? But it’s only April.”

“I need your help, Bishop.” He steps closer. “With my dad.”

I almost can’t hear him through the pulsing chaos of attraction raging through me right now. I can’t take my eyes off of him. It’s only been four months since I saw him, but he’s changed.

“Bishop?”

Snapping out of it, I pick up a towel to wipe my hands. “What’s going on?”

“I flunked out.”

My eyebrows rise. “What?”

“Three classes. They put me on academic suspension, and um, I’m not going back.”

“Shit.”

“I know. My dad doesn’t know yet, but he’s gonna flip out.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“I don’t know.” His hands slide into his pockets. “Maybe fuck the shit out of me to distract me from dealing with it.”

I shake my head. “Come on, Tristan. This is serious.”

“Come on, what?” He steps closer, grabbing my dick through my shorts. “I need you.”

“Jesus.”

“God, I missed you.”

“We need to talk about school.”

Tristan steps forward, stopping when his chest presses against mine. His cologne seduces my nose, drawing me in a little closer. “I missed you, Bishop. So much. Tell me you missed me too.”

He reaches up and grips my neck, but I pull away. “I’m filthy, Tristan.”

“Good. I want to get filthy with you. Fuck me up, Bishop.”

“You were supposed to focus on school.”

“I tried. I’m just not good at it.” His brow crinkles. “I have to face my dad, but first, I need you. Please.”

Searching his eyes for a moment, I shake my head.

Fuck it. I grab him by his t-shirt and push him against the wall.

He fixes his eyes on mine, giving me a moment to take in his matured good looks.

He was hot before, but good lord, what four months did to him.

My thumb brushes over the hair covering his chin.

“Fuck me up,” he whispers.

I kiss him so hard, it hurts my own lips. “Get in the fucking house.”

Tristan gropes me as we kiss falling inside the hallway that leads to the elevator.

Four months of waiting is bubbling over.

I push him down to his knees, pulling my dick out of my shorts.

Someone could walk in, but it’s unlikely they would enter my private garage stall.

Without hesitation, he sucks me into his mouth.

I lean back against the wall with my eyes closed, fucking his mouth as he moans my name with his mouth full of cock.

I pull my shirt over my head, then reach down and pull his off too.

He gazes up at me with those fucking eyes of his, dragging his tongue on the underside of my dick.

“I need a shower,” I murmur.

Tristan shakes his head. “I like the taste of your sweat.” He pulls my shorts the rest of the way down, massaging my balls. “I couldn’t think of anything else but getting this beauty in my mouth.”

I finger his hair. “Just your mouth?”

“No, baby, not just my mouth. I have a surprise for you.”

“Tell me.”

“I’d rather show you.”

I reach over and push the elevator button, pulling us onto it when it opens.

We kiss as I press Tristan against the wall, grabbing between his legs.

He licks my sweaty neck, which only turns me on even more.

When the door opens, we tumble out into the living room and make it to the couch, both of us tearing our remaining clothes off.

Tristan resumes sucking my dick as I watch him through hooded eyes.

“I want your ass.”

He grins. “Is it in the same drawer?”

I nod. Tristan hurries down the hall to my bedroom returning with the lube. That’s when my eyes focus on his dick.

“The fuck is that?”

Tristan grins. “Prince Albert, baby.”

“Fuck. You were hot before but now you’re on fucking fire.”

“Yeah?” He kneels before me. “All I thought about was making you want me. I wanted to be irresistible to you. Did I succeed?”

“You’re fucking beautiful, Tristan.” I cup his face and kiss his mouth “So beautiful.”

“Thank you. It means everything to me to please you.”

“Give me your tongue, babe.”

Tristan opens his mouth to me and I pull him close, wrapping my arm around his neck as my hand slides down his hard body. I can feel him stroke my dick with the lube.

“Did you fuck anyone else?” he asks, against my mouth.

“No.” I lean back. “You?”

“No way. I told you before I left that I was yours. I meant it.”

“I told you the same.”

“And you meant it?”

“Yeah.”

He shoves the condoms on the floor. “Then fuck me bare. I want to feel you.”

I swallow hard. “You seemed to have learned a lot about how to turn me on while you’ve been away. Who taught you?”

“You taught me, Bishop. I spent all my time thinking of how to make sure you never want me to leave again. Everything I’ve done was for you.”

I cup his face, searching his eyes. “Spread your ass for me, baby.”

Tristan nods, sliding down on the couch so his back is flat, but perching his legs on the coffee table.

Stroking my cock, I slide into his ass, enjoying the tightness there.

His pierced dick bounces between us as I slowly pump in and out of him.

I’m taking my time, savoring every fucking second of this beautiful boy.

He holds my gaze, his pretty mouth open as if to speak, but only sounds of pleasure and lust and fucking come out. I put my thumb between his lips and he sucks like it’s a dick.

“I want to suck your dick so bad,” I whisper. “I want that piercing to hit my teeth. Is that what you were thinking when you got it?”

Tristan nods, with heavy eyes. “I want to see you suck it.”

I pump my thumb in and out of his mouth. “Do you want to see me fuck it?”

Tristan’s eyes widen. “Don’t tease me, Bishop. I can’t take it.”

“Who said I’m teasing you?” I lean back, pulling my cock almost out before plunging back into him. I like the way he flinches when I’m rough with him. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Oh god,” he moans.

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a fucking dream. A dream.”

“It can be a reality.” I lean into him, kissing his mouth and slowly sucking his tongue. “You can be one of only a few who has ever been inside of me. Do you want that, baby?”

Tristan nods. “Please.”

“You sure you know how to fuck me well?” I grip his face, licking the side of it. “Can you get me off? Can you fuck me up like I do to you?”

“I want to.”

“Mmm, I can already imagine how that big cock of yours is going to feel pushing into me.” Tristan groans as I pull out of him.

Sliding down, I spread his legs open and suck his dick into my mouth, letting my tongue play with his ring.

He watches me with wide eyes. “You’re so hard, baby. You’re gonna feel so good.”

“Bishop, please.”

“Please what?”

“I’m gonna fucking blow if you keep talking like that.”

I grin, moving so I’m lying on my back. “Come on then. Fuck me up.”

Tristan grabs the lube and pours a shit ton of it on his dick and in between my legs. As he grips my leg, I notice how he shakes.

“You ever fuck someone before?”

He shakes his head. “No. I want to be good at it.”

I pull his arm so he’s lying on top of me. “You will be good at it. I have no expectations except feeling you inside of me.” I kiss him, swirling my tongue around his. “Relax.”

He nods, sitting up, and slowly pressing the head of his cock to my opening.

I exhale slowly as he pushes in, stretching a place that rarely sees any action.

Closing my eyes, I grip his muscular arms as he eases in, inch by inch until he stops.

When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down at me as if waiting for direction.

“Feels amazing, baby. Now just fuck me. I can take it.”

Tristan nods, moving slowly at first until he finally relaxes and lets loose.

He grinds his hips into me, going as far as I can take him.

I lift my legs, resting my ankles on his shoulders to give him full access.

Tristan keeps his eyes locked on mine putting all he’s got into fucking me.

I fist my cock, so close to the edge, all I can do is pray it comes soon.

“You feel so good,” Tristan whispers. “So fucking good.”

“I’m going to come so hard.” My back arches as cum shoots out of me hitting my chest.

“Fuck,” Tristan groans.

I drag my hands through my cum and smear it on his mouth. He sticks his tongue out, licking and sucking my fingers clean. “Give it to me, Tristan. I need to taste you.”

He throws his head back, grunting the word fuck as he pulls out and sprays cum all over me. I lick my lips as he watches me for a second before lying down to kiss me. “Don’t you taste so good,” I whisper as we kiss, both of us tasting his salty release. “So good.”

“God, Bishop, how did I fucking survive without you?”

I pull him close and we lie together, hot and sweaty, but spent and satisfied. After several minutes, he twists his face up to see me.

“Can I stay with you? I’ll deal with my dad tomorrow, but right now, I just want to pretend that this is where I live. With you.”

I stroke his cheek. “You can stay if you promise to tell me what the hell happened.”

“Yeah, of course.”