Chapter 1
Chapter One
Levi
" H eavenly Father, we come before you today, humbled and grateful for your love and grace. Thank you for your gift of salvation through…"
"Jesus, you’re serious? What are you— Oh, God …"
"…We acknowledge, Oh Lord, that without your strength, we are weak…"
" Uunnngh —"
"…your help to live in purity and righteousness. Lord, we pray that you will guard our hearts and minds. Help us to honor you with our thoughts, our actions, and our…"
"Levi? I can’t— Ungh — ahh —I’m?—"
"When temptation comes our way, give us the wisdom to recognize it and the courage to resist. Strengthen our resolve, Oh Lord, and surround us with your peace. We ask you to fill us with the power of your Holy Spirit…"
"Oh. My. Gahhh— Levi, I'm gonna?—"
"…In Jesus' name, we pray."
“Ohhh Gooooood! ”
A-fucking-men.
I groan, capturing the jets of Adam's hot load as he spills into my mouth. The bittersweet flavor of his cum coats my tongue and the sounds of his delicious blasphemy fill my ears. Fuck, he's almost loud enough for the congregation to hear him.
The head of his fat cock pushes his cum further into the back of my throat, and the effort to not swallow too much causes me to choke. He stills and pulls back, cock still twitching as it slips from between my lips.
Cool air hits my heated body as Adam pulls his robes up to look down at me. I greet his worried expression with a knowing smirk. He's about to start freaking out. Now that I've sucked the cum from him like a thick milkshake through a thin straw, the post nut clarity is hitting him. He's worrying about the state of his soul when he leaves this earth and stands before the pearly gates. Or what his father would think.
"Are you okay?" He asks, eyes wide. Ever the gentleman, he's making sure he didn't hurt me before worrying about himself. I give it a moment, waiting for it to sink in.
Three… Two… One…
A small, choked gasp leaves him as he steps back, letting his robes fall. His pants are still undone, spent cock hanging out of his underwear and dripping onto the front of his khaki trousers.
The small table behind him jostles when he bumps into it. "Communion," he whispers, remembering what he was supposed to be doing back here. He spins around, frantically touching everything, making sure it's all in place. It is. I’ve been waiting here like a predator, knowing he'd have to step back here to collect the communion tray for Pastor Reynard.
Adam takes a deep breath, his thickly muscled chest caving inward as his shoulders droop. I stand, adjusting my erection so it's pulled up against my stomach, hopefully hidden well enough behind the waistband of my black dress pants. I smooth out my grey dress shirt while I give Adam a moment to collect himself.
The poor guy has been on edge all morning, trying to avoid looking at me as I burned holes into the back of his head from the last pew while he sat at the front with his family, hanging on to every word Pastor Reynard said and jumping up to perform his duties as assistant to the pastor. The altar boys, or whatever they call them, are busy getting the recreation hall ready for the potluck. I took a risk and assumed Adam would have to retrieve the communion tray, and it definitely paid off. Honestly, I didn't expect him to cave the way he did. He’s been putty in my hands since the first time I made him come by doing nothing more than cupping his crotch and whispering in his ear that I knew his secret.
Sweet, soft, simple Adam, the prodigal son of Senator Mathis Havre. He's the textbook definition of a himbo. Tall, dark, and handsome, built like a renaissance statue, and dumber than a box of rocks. Always ready to show his love of Jesus through the efforts of helping hands and hard work. And since ignorance is bliss, he's always happy. Well, he was. And then I set my sights on him. There was no going back once I noticed the way his hazel eyes burned into me with an interest that I’m pretty sure he still doesn’t understand.
I should feel bad for the way I affect him, but the truth is I revel in it. I feed on it like a bloodsucking leech.
Adam wants to believe the best of me. He wants to believe I'm a good little Christian boy just like him, no matter how much I show him otherwise. He's too good—too sweet—to see that I've planted myself next to him to get something I need. To find my way in. A wolf in sheep's clothing that will eventually tear his carcass apart to get what I want.
I'm here for a reason. And I won't be satisfied until I expose every evil bone in his father’s body. Until the whole world knows what kind of man Senator Havre truly is and what he's capable of. What he's done to cover his own tracks and keep his shiny public persona squeaky clean.
His son will suffer for his sins.
Adam turns around, face flaming red and sweaty, like he's already being roasted over the pit of hell. A smile, although not exactly a kind one, spreads across my lips.
I step forward, crowding into his space. He freezes, like he always does when I get this close, and sucks in a breath through his teeth when I lift the front of the stupid robe he wears to signify his position in the church. He's a glorified altar boy, all too happy to let the church take advantage of his time and talents for the good of the congregation and ministry.
Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slip my hands under the robe and tuck his cock back into his pants, then zip and button his fly. His lips part when I give his crotch a little pat, like it's been a good boy. Then I surge forward to kiss him. He gasps as I take his mouth with mine, whimpering when I force my tongue inside and feed him the mouthful of his own cum I've been holding just for him.
"You taste so sweet," I murmur against his lips, rubbing my erection against his thigh, letting him feel how hard he makes me. "Do you feel what you do to me?" He whimpers again, and my cock throbs. I fucking love the desperate, terrified little noises he makes. "I'm not done with you, sweet boy. Come find me after the service."
"We have th-the potluck. And the youth group is?—"
"—going to go sing worship songs at the old folk's home. Yeah, I know." I pull back, rubbing my thumb across his wet, swollen bottom lip. "But I want these pretty lips around my cock, and I can't wait too long. Find me, or I’ll find you."
Adam's pupils grow darker, then he flinches and looks away when he hears the bell announcing communion. He straightens and smooths down his robe, trying not to look directly at me as he picks up the tray and makes his way towards the stage and pulpit where Pastor Reynard waits for him. Before he disappears from sight, he turns his head and nods curtly. The look of uncertainty and his flushed cheeks make my cock jerk.
On my way out, I stop in the lobby to check my reflection. What I see reminds me why I'm here, and my eyes dim. The way hers have. Because of what that monster did to her.
Maybe it's unfair to use someone as soft and sweet as Adam to get my revenge. If I were a better person, I'd feel bad. But whatever good I had inside me has been swallowed by pain and anger. From the moment I saw Adam watching me, I knew I had my target. My way in.
Senator Havre has to suffer for what he did. And I'm going to use his sweet, stupid son to expose his sins to the world.