Chapter 15 #3
I laughed at that one and got to my knees. I had no idea what I was doing. A dick was in my face, and for once, it was my choice what I did with it. His hands instantly went to my hair, and I froze for a minute, waiting for him to force me.
He didn’t.
He looked down at me with such intensity it was something akin to reverence.
“Allow me, Father. I will cleanse you of our sins.”
His grunted response made me smile. His dick was so prominent as it bobbed in front of me in his underwear.
I slipped my fingers inside the hem, following my slow ritual from before. He was so still, watching me pull them down to his feet.
The monsters who tormented me didn’t look like him. They were small. Jedidiah was…
That thing was damning in itself, yet my mouth salivated.
“Oh, fuck, Mortifera. I can’t have you look at my cock like that…you will make me come just from those gorgeous eyes.”
I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I decided to explore this strange man further. His kiss was still hot on my lips, and the heat billowing from him felt anything but suffocating.
“I want to…touch you,” I found myself whispering, my mouth nearly brushing against his throbbing length.
“Yes. Oh my god, yes,” he said on a moan, and his head fell back on the tile, while his eyes closed.
I had to keep control. I had to seduce this man. I could get it over with. Screw morality. I just needed to…do this.
I couldn’t keep from feeling so warm around him.
It was dangerous. He made my body respond so strangely, and the foreign feelings made me more fearful than even the numbness brought from the monsters.
I needed control back. I had to remind myself that I was the leader of this and that I would not fail in my mission.
But…
“Sayuri. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I am…I am not like those men.”
No. I realized. He…isn’t.
He was a goddamn anomaly I couldn’t figure out.
I let my nails trail against his chest, and his hiss of pain felt good. I wanted his pain, but I wanted his pleasure, too. I wanted everything.
“Ah! Fuck yes, don’t stop. Please. Do whatever you want to me. I will try my best not to fucking drown you. I need you to be okay. I just need you to feel safe.”
I should stop.
I should walk away and let him stew in his regret and pain. He would if he remembered this. Fuck, why did I feel bad about this?
If he was going to stew in his own hatred, I had to make it at least worth it.
I kissed near his hips, right where his massive dick was jutting out, and found a rhythm with my lips and the soft licking kisses that had him moaning and shaking.
It felt good to be in control like this, but more so to feel this way with him.
There was no hand forcing mine. There was just him and me.
And my choice.
“I…Thank you. You are…I…God, you are so fucking beautiful.”
He said it again. He called me beautiful.
“I need to touch myself. Is that…okay? Will you let me touch myself to your beautiful body, Mortifera?”
“What does that mean?” I was truly confused.
“It means soul.” He looked at me, his eyes glassy, his mind sobering as the seconds ticked by. This was dangerous.
He would remember this. I blinked and slowly nodded.
“Yes. Please touch yourself.”
I was fully clothed, yet he looked at my drenched clothes like I was a sculpted work of art. He leaned down and reached for my hand, and I accepted it.
I couldn’t concentrate on anything. His hand was sliding down his body, grazing mine at the close distance we were standing. I couldn’t breathe, and that breath only released when he did. A combined moan echoed around the small space when his hand gripped his hard cock between us.
I wanted to touch him myself.
Why? Why didn’t I let this go further? Seduce him now and be rid of him.
“Please…watch me come for you, my Angel. Watch what you’ve done to me.”
I couldn’t look away. He didn’t touch me, his hand so careful as to keep his distance from me, but his eyes looked to be in pain, and I frowned. I couldn’t explain what demon possessed me, but the heat came to a peak in my stomach, and I leaned forward, placing my hand on top of his own.
He moaned deeper, and his stroking became faster. I could feel how hard the push and pull were from my body moving with him. I looked up at him, and he swallowed deeply.
“Kiss me, Jedidiah. Kiss me while you come for me. I want to feel you coat me in your sin.”
His lips met mine again, and I swear my body teleported to another dimension. The heat of the raining water, his naked body pressed against me, and the vigorous jerking of his hand. It was all-consuming, and then he cried out.
The masculine grunt was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.
“Say…uri!”
My name. Filled with passion, pain, and longing.
I felt his come. It soaked into my clothes before the water washed it away.
He didn’t stop kissing me, his lips near bruising, but I pushed harder. I needed more. He reached for my pants hem, and I froze. Every nerve screamed to let him do this. He broke the kiss, and those damn eyes were pools of want and desire.
“Can I touch you?”
I swallowed hard. I wanted him to. I couldn’t think of a single moment when I had ever wanted a man’s touch, but right now with Jedidiah so vulnerable and real and raw right in front of me, begging to feel my skin…I…couldn’t.
Something I didn’t want to name made me pull back, shaking my head until I was standing outside the shower from him.
I stared at him, still swaying slightly from alcohol and exhaustion, and realized…this man, messy and broken, had cracked something inside me that I didn’t think I’d be able to erect again.
I ran down the stairs of the church, hearing his calls after me, but I didn’t look back.
I couldn’t.
Despite my need to end this charade and focus on what was truly important.
Despite my freedom hanging in the balance like my fucking sanity.
Despite it all.
I ran.
Because I realized…I didn’t want to leave him.