Chapter 30
His tongue parts my lips, slipping into my mouth and across my tongue. My fingers dig into his back as I return the kiss. Besides the quick peck on my lips he gave me the last time we had sex, this is the first real kiss I’ve had in about ten years.
Javier wraps one arm around my back, pushing me into him as a low, hungry growl rumbles in his throat. A moan leaves my lips, and he swallows the sound as he sucks my tongue into his mouth.
My knees go weak.
He crowds me, walking me into a corner. When my head hits the wall, he pulls away and begins kissing and licking my neck. I groan as my hands travel to his hair, tugging on the dark strands.
“I think we should go to my room,” he says against my ear while his hand slips under my shirt.
“Okay.” The word comes out breathy.
Javier pulls away enough to look me in the eye before cradling my jaw in his hand and planting another kiss on my lips. Hungrily, I slide my tongue into his mouth, one hand going to the back of his head, while the other rests on the small of his back.
Our kiss borders on rough, but I revel in it. I love the feel of his facial hair on my skin, and the deep, sensual noises he makes as he grinds into me. His teeth find my bottom lip and sink in.
“Fuck. Let’s go,” he says, taking my wrist and rushing to the stairs.
As soon as we cross the threshold of his room, he’s kicking off his shoes and undoing his pants, so I remove my shirt and shove my sweats down my legs.
Our bodies crash together, hands exploring, tongues tasting. This is already very different from last time. Last time, I was hesitant. I was still trying to have self-control. Now, neither one of us seems to have any. We’re frenzied and desperate.
We stumble toward his bed, and when the backs of my knees hit the mattress, I drop to my ass. He stands in front of me and pushes his boxer-briefs down.
His cock springs free, stealing my attention. I study the size of it, wanting to run my tongue along the shaft and wrap my lips around his engorged tip.
“I’m not sure how good I’ll be,” I admit, “But I want to try.”
His eyes flash with excitement and he begins to slowly stroke himself. “I’ll talk you through it,” he says with a smirk.
When he steps forward, I lean closer, reaching for his shaft with my right hand. I give it a few languid tugs before swiping my bottom lip with my tongue and opening my mouth.
My lips encircle him, my tongue undulating underneath his tip before I swirl it around the entire head.
“Oh, yeah,” he groans.
I start taking him farther across my tongue, his length filling my mouth before I can reach the base.
“That’s it,” he says, voice low and rough. “Take it as far as you can.” He groans.“Fuck, your mouth is so soft.”
I begin to ease back and forth along the shaft, trying to get a little more with each venture forward. His hand runs through my hair, resting at the crown of my head.
“You can do it,” he says. “A little more.”
His confidence spurs me on, and I grab ahold of his thighs as I take him deeper.
“So fucking good,” he moans.
I pull back when I’m afraid my gag reflex is going to get triggered, but I continue the blowjob with fervor. I stroke and suck simultaneously. I ease away entirely, just to run my tongue all the way to the base to get the whole thing wet.
Javier begins moving his hips, fucking my mouth as I grip his waist with one hand.
“Oh, you’re doing so good. So good,” he repeats with a groan.
After another minute, I pull away, my lips and chin wet.
He swipes at my face with his thumb, cleaning me up. “My turn. Lie down.”
I scoot up the bed and watch as he climbs over me, looking like a predator about to pounce.
His eyes are dark and narrow, raking over my body.
His muscles flex as he moves, making the dark flames of his tattoo appear to flicker.
Within the swirls and lines that look like lightning are skulls, flowers, and other objects, but I lose interest as soon as I feel the warmth of his mouth on my lower stomach.
His lips dance along the V lines before planting kisses all the way down to my shaft until he gets to the tip. I watch as he opens his mouth and takes me in.
Javier glances up at my face as he devours me, which really elevates the moment. He bobs up and down with experience, his tongue moving in ways I’m not sure I can fathom. When he eases back to the tip, he flicks his tongue along the underside and it brings my back off the mattress.
“Oh God,” I cry out, head back and fists grappling for the covers. His tongue travels down the shaft, reaching my balls. “Oh, oh,” I say, my breath coming in staccato bursts.
I’m not sure how much time goes by, because my brain flies off into the clouds as he explores every part of me, but I come back to myself when he begins to climb over my body.
“I’m not opposed to switching,” he says, taking a break to nibble at my neck. “But I really want to fuck you again.”
I grab his hair in my hand, shoving him back into my neck where he sucks the flesh into his mouth.
With a wanton moan, I say, “Okay.”
Javier moves, but he grabs my face in his hand, his fingers along my jaw as his thumb is on my chin. He kisses me like he knows how much I want him to. I nearly melt into the bed, but then he’s up and moving.
He brings a condom and some lube from his end table.
“A little presumptuous to be so prepared.”
His lips form a smug grin. “Hopeful.”
In between my legs, he pours lube onto his fingers and begins rubbing it around my hole.
“Are you still sore?” he asks.
“Would it change things?”
He smiles. “I’d be a little gentler.”
I bite into my lip. “No. I’m not sore.”
Javier slides two fingers inside me, eliciting a gasp and moan from my throat.
“A naughty fucking priest,” he says with amusement. “How’d I get so lucky?”
“Maybe God answered your prayers,” I say with a smirk.
He laughs. “Did your god know this would happen then?”
“Everything happens according to His plan,” I say, gasping as he goes deeper with his fingers.
“Fuck,” Javier groans. “Keep saying shit like that. It turns me on.”
“You want me to tell you how the body is meant for the Lord and not for sexual immorality?”
He removes his fingers and grabs the condom. “I think your body is meant for me.” He covers his length and pours more lube into his hand. “I think I have a religious kink. Is that a thing?”
“Hierophilia maybe. Or blasphemy kink,” I say as he takes my cock in his hand and strokes.
“Mm. Well, I’m about to be very, very sexually immoral with you.”
I bite down on my lip as he begins to enter me. “I’ll pray for you.”
He groans. “God, I’m fucked up.”
Javier slides in with less caution than last time, burying himself deep inside in just a few seconds.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
“Language, Father.”
I drag my nails down his back as he moves, stretching me wider.
“You like having my cock in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I cry. “You feel so good.”
Javier manipulates my body in ways that always seem to add to the pleasure.
When he pushes my legs back, his cock goes impossibly deep.
When he stops, fully inserted inside me, he rotates his hips and allows me to feel just how full I am.
He licks his palm and strokes my cock while one of my legs is on his shoulder, and the combination nearly makes my brain explode.
“Turn over. I wanna see this ass.”
On my hands and knees, he palms my cheeks, spreading me apart as he slows his movements.
The wet sound of the lube as he drives in and out combined with the slap of his body against my ass is like a beautiful symphony.
“Your hole is trying to hold me hostage,” he says. “But you’re gaping so beautifully for me.”
Words I never thought I’d hear, let alone be affected by, now have me moaning and preening, happy that I’m pleasing him.
I reach down and grab my dick, giving myself the friction I need while he pumps in and out of me.
“Oh yeah, stroke that big cock of yours,” he says.
With my ass in the air, I drop my face into the pillow, biting down on the material as my fist moves faster over my shaft.
“Fuck, Javi. Yes, deeper. Harder.”
A growl rumbles behind me and his fingers dig into my hips as he obeys my instructions. “Look at you,” he pants. “A needy slut now.”
“Yes, yes.”
My orgasm builds as he continues talking.
“You want me to use you every day, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Oh god, I want it all the time.”
“I’ll give you anything you want any time you want it, carino.”
“Oh fuck,” I grunt, my back bowing.
“That’s it. Spray that cum all over my bed.”
“Yes, yes. I’m about to come. I’m, I’m…I’m gonna com—come,” I yell, body tensing as my orgasm shoots out of me.
“Fuck yeah,” Javier says, smacking my ass. “That’s what I like to hear.”
Moans and grunts are ripped from my throat as Javier begins moving faster. I’m breathless, my bones turning to Jell-O, but I remain upright as he fucks me.
“Come,” I tell him. “I wanna know how it feels when you come inside me.”
“Oh, baby,” he grunts.
“Please, please, please,” I beg. “Give it to me.”
A few seconds later, Javier gasps. “Oh fuck. I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m…” He cries out, his voice husky as he holds me tight, his cock twitching deep inside me as his release pours out of him.
He moves out then pushes back in, his dick still spasming with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
We both pant heavily, trying to catch our breath as we slowly break apart. When he pulls out of me, I collapse to my side, avoiding the mess I made earlier. Javier gets out of bed to discard the condom, then he’s right next to me.
“Next time,” he says, taking a few seconds to suck in some deep breaths. “Next time I fuck you, I don’t want to use a condom.
I stare at him before nodding. “Okay.”
“I want my cum to fill you up until it starts dripping out.”
I squirm, teeth digging into my lip. “Okay.”
“You like that idea?” he questions with a grin.
“Maybe.”
He smiles. “While we’re adding things to our to-do list, I really want to fuck you with your garments on.”
I make a face. “Are you serious?”
“You thought I was teasing when I said your priestly garb did it for me. Hell, I thought I was teasing. But shit, I’m gonna get turned on again thinking about it.”
I chuckle and shake my head. “You wanna be on your knees under my robe?”
His eyes flash with excitement. “Hell yeah. I wanna go back to the church and do blasphemous things in the confessional. I wanna spread you open on the altar and have my way with you.”
I shift, reaching for his thigh. “You’re obscene.”
“Absolutely debauched.”
“There’s no heaven waiting for you.”
He runs his hand up my stomach. “As long as you’re waiting for me, there is.”
My lips twitch. “Guess we should get cleaned up.”
“Yeah,” he says, rolling out of bed. “My covers are fucked.”
“Well, sleep in my room tonight. You can wash them tomorrow.”
“Okay.” He goes to the bathroom that sits between our bedrooms, so I grab my clothes and head for the one downstairs.
“When I pass the kitchen, I swipe my phone from the counter and read the screen. I have a text from Johnny.
Where are you? I think we need to talk. Not everything is what it seems.