Chapter 21 #2
I get on my back and see that he’s still mostly dressed. The shirt and holster remain on and his pants and underwear are pushed down his legs. But all of that takes a backseat to his cock which is covered in latex, and yet, still mouthwatering.
He’s long, slightly curved, and thick enough to know I’ll feel entirely full without being afraid I’ll be ripped apart.
With another squirt of lube, he coats himself, then his fingers, and slides them inside me once more.
When he disengages, he grips himself in his hand and positions his cock at my entrance. Leaning over, he holds himself up with one hand, and while staring into my eyes, slowly begins to sink into me.
My eyes slam closed as my fists grip the blankets beneath me.
“That’s it. Try to relax for me,” he says, his voice low and raspy. “You can take it.”
A moan escapes my lips as he continues to slide in deeper.
“Breathe,” he says softly. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes and stare into his lust-filled gaze. His tongue appears briefly between his lips as he wets them, and his dark eyes are completely blissed out as he watches me. He pushes in a little deeper, his teeth sinking into his lip as his eyes flutter closed and a moan vibrates in his throat.
My mouth falls open with an inhale. He’s breathtaking.
I become hyper-focused on him. I watch the way his body moves and muscles flex. The veins in his arms, specifically the thick one in his right bicep, grab my attention. His teeth still dig into his bottom lip, and I fight the urge to reach for him to kiss it and make it feel better.
The sinful and sexy noises that climb up his throat and float over his tongue make my body heat up even more.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, hooking his arms under my legs. “You taste so good, too.” His hips piston back and forth slowly. “God, everything about you…so good.”
He reaches for my cock with one hand, and I can no longer control the sounds that leave me. Javier has a steady rhythm as he pumps in and out, but now his hand is sliding up and down my shaft, and the sensation is almost too much to bear.
“Oh, God,” I moan, watching his large, tattooed hand stroke my cock.
“You like the way I touch you?” he asks.
I nod my head, scraping my lip with my teeth.
“Tell me you like it,” he commands.
“I like it.” The words come out on an exhale. “Ah. Feels so good.”
I watch as a perfectly placed stream of saliva falls from his mouth and onto the tip of my cock. He smears the liquid, giving us some lubrication as he continues to stroke.
“Oh my God,” I say again.
His thumb rubs the underside of my head and my back arches off the bed.
“You praying?” he questions. “Or worshipping?”
My eyes meet his and I see a slight smirk on his lips.
Before I can think to say anything, he takes a hold of my legs and pushes them farther back and begins to drill into me.
He doesn’t move fast and shallow. He’s giving me measured, long strokes that hit deep, making sure I feel every inch of him as he moves.
“Oh God. Oh fuck,” I moan through grunts and pants.
He stops, and the whine that leaves my mouth is almost embarrassing, but then I see the frenzy he’s in.
Javier removes the shoulder holster and drops it to the floor, followed by his T-shirt. He pulls out of me just long enough to step out of his pants, and then he’s leaning over me, and hooking an arm under my back to push me higher up the bed.
Before he slides back into me, he drops lower and sucks my cock into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, my hand going for his head. He moans his delight at my touch, so I thread my fingers through the dark strands of his hair. “Yes,” I hiss, drawing out the word.
He takes me to the edge of ecstasy, then pulls away. This time, he pushes inside of me with less gentleness.
He lays over my body, my legs now resting on his shoulders.
“Fuck!” he exclaims moving faster, his thrusts hard and deep. “So fucking good, Carlo.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as he says my name, and my hands find placement on his sides, squeezing and caressing as much as I can.
His stomach is rubbing against my shaft, bringing me some friction, but not enough to make me come. And I’m desperate for the release.
“Touch me,” I pant.
“What’s that?” he asks, his face in my neck, giving me a whisker burn I’m sure I’ll feel for days.
“Touch me,” I say again.
He only moves slightly, his lips pressing kisses across my jawline until he gets to my chin. Javier lifts his head until we’re staring at each other. He’s buried all the way in, rotating his hips just enough to drive me crazy.
“You ready to come for me?”
I nod, then I say, “Yes.”
“Mmm,” he moans.
So quickly I can barely register it, he plants a kiss on my lips and then he’s moving away. I’m still thinking about how I didn’t even get a chance to return it when he begins pumping into me while simultaneously stroking my shaft.
“Oh yes,” I moan, closing my eyes. “Yes, God, yes.”
“That’s it,” he breathes. “Make a mess for me, Carlo,” he says. “I want it all over my hand.”
“Oh God,” I cry out, my muscles flexing. I open my eyes to watch his hand move up and down my shaft. To see him thrust in and out of me.
He’s completely focused on watching my cock in his grip. His skin is flushed, and sweat shines across his forehead. His hips continue to move, and his brow furrows as he groans. He’s getting close too.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Give it to me.”
“Oh God!” I yell as my orgasm explodes out of me.
Animalistic grunts and groans leave my mouth after that. I’m reduced to deep breaths and chants of Oh God, but it’s not God I’m talking to. Not now. Not this time. Javier is the sole recipient of my worship.
“So good. Yes. Oh God.”
Thick streams of cum run over his hand and down my shaft. Drops are pooling on my stomach, and the sheer amount would make you believe I’ve never orgasmed in my life.
“I’m about to come,” he says quickly.
Javier pulls out, rips the condom off, and uses the same hand that was just on me to stroke himself to release.
“Fuck,” he grunts before a guttural roar fills the room as he empties his load onto my cock and stomach.
The tip of his dick slides across my shaft, and his cum mixes with mine in a pool on my abdomen.
“Oh fuck,” I say through shaky breaths.
Javier brings our shafts together—his a little longer and mine a little thicker, and using our combined release, he begins to stroke.
My body twitches and spasms as my sensitive head rubs against his. It’s almost too much to take.
“Javi…” I swallow. “Javier, please.” I run my hands through my hair, tugging hard on the strands. “Ohh shhh…” I don’t even finish the curse as my body breaks out into a full blown shiver.
He releases us and then flops onto his back next to me with an exhale. “Oh yeah. That was…” He sighs. “I needed that.”
I let out a little snort.
“Oh, I’m sure you needed it more, huh?”
I fight a grin and then look down at the mess on my body. “I need to shower.”
“Me too,” he says, standing up. “I’ll get it started.”
He saunters off, stark naked. When I look to the wall, I’m met with the crucifix—Jesus looking down at me, covered in both mine and another man’s cum.
I await the guilt and shame to wash over me, but it doesn’t hit like a tidal wave.
Instead, there’s only a splash. The thought that, yeah, maybe this was wrong because I’m ordained, not wrong because we’re both men.
I broke a rule, but I’ve never thought I was a sinner simply for my sexual identity.
That may be how the church views it, but not me.
“You coming?” Javier asks from the doorway, his naked body on display as he gives me a grin.
With a small smile, I get out of bed and walk toward him.