Chapter 36
When I get out of the shower, I go into my bedroom with a towel wrapped around my waist as I open up drawers to find some clothes. The house is silent, and I imagine Carlo is still in the living room thinking over his life decisions.
In the shower, I questioned what I said to him.
He’s a grown man, and we all have to do things on our own time, but I also don’t think I was wrong.
We’ve been operating like he’s not a priest. At this point, there’s not much about him that screams holy man.
I understand the switch over is stark, but to me it seems like a no brainer.
That’s probably my selfishness talking. I’m not ready to be done with him yet. The fact that he’s Cortez’s son adds a layer of complexity I’ve yet to fully examine, but I know if he chooses his job, it’ll be because he’s sure which means no more luring him into submission.
I remember our earlier conversations, before we knew the truth about each other, where he talked about his relationship with his dad.
They’re not close and haven’t been, but I think if he steps into this, he has the opportunity to change that.
They have a lot of work to do, and it’s mostly on Cortez’s end, but as someone who’s lost both parents, I think he’d appreciate having some sort of relationship with his father.
I like Carlo, despite having reasons I shouldn’t.
I want more time to get to know him, and to continue to peel back all the layers that cover him up.
We’ve both been hiding and lying, forced to keep parts of ourselves in the dark.
I guess I have layers too, but together, we can be ourselves, and that’s all anybody wants, right? Comfortability.
There’s more to it than that. I’m not stupid, but for a little while, before the world comes crashing in, I’d like to enjoy the time I’m able to have with him.
The fact that he’s even remotely interested in me doesn’t quite compute in my head, but I’m not about to tell him he’s wrong.
He’s crazy to be with me, but I hope he never comes to his senses.
I fear what he’ll think when he sees me in action. It’s easy to excuse or justify something that you’ve never witnessed, but if he sticks around long enough, he’s bound to see me take a life, and I wonder if that’ll change his opinion of me.
As I’m about to drop my towel to put on my boxers, Carlo steps into the room. His presence freezes me in place, not because I wasn’t expecting him, but because of what he’s wearing.
Decked from head to toe in black, except the white collar around his neck, my brain short circuits wondering if this is him telling me he’s made his decision and he’s about to leave.
The robe falls all the way to the tops of his feet, with buttons down the middle, and a rosary dangles from his clasped hands.
After looking him up and down a couple times, I wet my bottom lip with my tongue. “What—”
He holds up his hand. “I think it’s time you confess all your sins.”
I angle my head slightly, still unsure about the situation. “I’ve told you everything.”
Carlo steps forward. “Have you?”
My eyes drink him in, enjoying seeing him in his priest outfit. Not sure what it is exactly, but it sets fire to my blood. My temperature rises as I study him.
“I think you need to confess your lustful thoughts.” He moves even closer. “You’re having them right now, aren’t you?”
My lips quirk and realization settles in. He’s not leaving. He’s giving me what I want. “Yes, Father. I am having many, many lustful thoughts.”
“I thought so. Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”
My eyes travel downward, tracking the buttons that hold together the black material. “I want to be under this robe, on my knees, worshiping you.”
His eyes flash briefly, desire swirling in their depths. “It’s wrong to bow down and worship anyone who is not God.”
I bite down on my lip. “I also have the strong desire to take you into my mouth and feel you grow against the wetness of my tongue. Is that wrong?”
Carlo swallows. “Yes. You should strive for purity.”
My fingers begin playing with the buttons on the robe. “There’s one more thing I’m thinking about right now, Father.” His brows lift. “I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me while wearing this. Is there a penance for that?”
“Yes,” he says, reaching down to rip the towel from my waist, leaving me naked. “Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.”
I only pause for a second, but I do what he says.
“No. Over here,” he says, directing me to another spot on the bed.
I crawl over and Carlo tosses the rosary in front of me. As I study the beads, I feel his hands on my ass.
“I’m going to give you what you say you want, but your penance is that you don’t get to come.”
“What?” I exclaim.
“It’s a punishment.” He leans over me, the material of his clothes rubbing against my skin. “That’s what you want, right? You want me to punish you.”
A low growl vibrates in my throat. “Yes, but, Carlo, the get-back will be good.”
He eases away, and a sharp smack against my right cheek reverberates into the room. “We’ll see.”
His hands spread me apart, and his tongue licks a path up my crease. “Oh god,” I cry out.
Carlo’s tongue moves up and down, circling the hole. When I lift my head, I’m met with the image of us in my oversized mirror. This is why he positioned me here.
The pure bliss of the moment has me wanting to squeeze my eyes closed, just to disappear from the world and dive into the sensation of what his mouth is doing to me, but the vision is too good to ignore.
Carlo, looking every bit the pious priest in his cassock and collar, is tongue deep in my ass, and the visual heightens the experience ten-fold.
He pulls away and meets my gaze in the reflection, but his fingers replace his mouth, and he gently teases my hole.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“Yes.”
“Of course you did. You’re a filthy sinner.”
My teeth drag across my bottom lip. “Yes, I am.”
Carlo pulls his hand away and begins messing with the buttons on his cassock. “Turn around,” he commands.
When I spin around in front of him, he has his cassock open from the waist down, and his pants pushed to his knees. His snug, white briefs barely contain his erection.
“Father,” I say in a sing-song tone. “Looks like I’m not the only one who wants to sin.”
He gazes down at me, unamused. “I believe you said you wanted to take me in your mouth.”
I reach for him, my fingers dipping into the waistband and tugging the material down. His cock springs free, the tip red, veins protruding from the taught skin.
My lips part and I lick the underside of his tip before looking up at him. He’s trying his best to stay stoic, so now I’m motivated to break him from this role, as much as I love it. Call me competitive.
I take him into my mouth, his hardness sliding across my tongue and reaching for the back of my throat. My right hand cups his balls, massaging them as I bob up and down on his length.
When I hear a grunt come from above, I know I’m getting to him. I move my hand to his shaft, stroking as I suck on his head. I take it all the way in again, making it nice and wet before I continue to fist his cock.
After several more seconds, his hand slides through my hair, pulling hard enough to get me to release him.
“That’s enough,” he says. “I think you’re enjoying it too much.”
I smirk at him. “You taste like heaven. Can you blame me?”
He narrows his eyes at me, then begins kicking off his shoes and removing his pants and underwear. I lie back on the bed, watching as he opens the drawers of my night stand, searching for something.
“I knew you’d have these,” he says, throwing a bottle of lube and a condom onto the bed. “But what’s this?”
He holds up a hard, plastic case that hides the masturbator inside.
“Take the lid off.”
He unscrews the top and eyes it with disappointment. Turning it toward me, he shows me the opening that resembles a pussy.
“Disgusting,” he says, throwing it back in the drawer.
“Well, Father, if you don’t want me using that, I suppose you need to let me use you.”
“You’re the one that’s about to be used,” he says, reaching back into the drawer to pull out a realistic looking dildo. “Now this…this we can use.”
I get up on my elbows, a mischievous smirk on my lips. “What’re you gonna do with that?”
“Nothing. You’re gonna show me what you do to yourself when you choose to dishonor God with your carnal nature.”
He tosses it next to the lube, then turns and walks toward the corner of the room where I have a single accent chair resting near a window. He brings it to the side of the bed and sits in it. When I don’t make a move, he lifts his brows and gestures to the toy that sits beside me.
I watch him for a few seconds before I reach for the dildo and lube. I begin with just my fingers, sliding the slick digits toward my entrance. After I get two fingers inside me, I pour some of the liquid on the brown skin of the silicone toy and position it at my hole.
With a glance at Carlo, I find him entranced in my movements, his hand under his robe.
I begin pushing it inside, slow and careful. The slick sounds of lube fill the room as I move it in and out. Once comfortable, I reach for my cock with my free hand while the other continues the movement.
A moan escapes my throat and I get lost in pleasure. I fuck myself with the toy, enjoying the feeling of being stretched. It’s been a little while since I’ve used it, and even longer since I’ve had the real thing. It feels good, but I want more. I want him.
I turn my head, peeking over my shoulder to see Carlo jerking his cock as he watches. I bite on my lip, suppressing a moan.
“Carlo,” I say, my voice breathy.
His eyes find my face. “You better not come.”
I shake my head once. “I want more.”
He stands, coming to kneel on the bed between my legs. He knocks my hand away from my cock and replaces it with his on the base of the toy.
“This isn’t enough for you?” he questions, thrusting it deeper inside me.