Chapter 11
Cash
Midnight came and went without any sign nor sound of my pastor.
I’d given up on stroking myself slowly, hoping he was watching through the crack of my door that was ajar just enough to allow him to peek.
Instead, I’d taken to scrolling my phone endlessly, hoping to find something mildly entertaining while I waited for him to grow a set.
But, it seemed my waiting was in vain. I had Mike on the hook, I knew that much.
However, I’d clearly underestimated his bravery.
I thought a pastor willing to move into the middle of nowhere and face the aftermath of a tornado was made of tougher stuff.
It seemed he was destined to disappoint me, just like everyone else.
With a frustrated sigh, I reached over and switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness.
The moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting strange shadows across the bare walls.
I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and settled back against the pillows, my cock still half-hard but my interest waning.
“Fucking waste of time,” I muttered to myself, pulling the sheet up to my waist.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Men like Mike, men who pretended they were above it all, liked to talk a big game when temptation was right in front of them.
However, when it came down to actually doing the thing, they had a tendency to chicken out.
They were hungry, but the fear got the better of them. I’d seen it plenty of times before.
Still, I couldn’t help the disappointment that settled in my chest. For a moment there, in his study, I’d thought he might actually have the guts to go through with it.
The way he’d melted under my kiss, the little sounds he’d made.
.. fuck, he’d wanted it bad. But wanting and taking were two different things.
I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep. The house was quiet except for the occasional creak of old wood settling. No footsteps in the hallway. No hesitant knock at my door. Nothing.
Just as I was about to drift off, I heard it, the soft click of a door opening somewhere in the house. My eyes snapped open, ears straining in the darkness. Slow, careful footsteps padded down the hall, pausing just outside my room.
I kept perfectly still, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. The footsteps stopped. For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, ever so slowly, my door pushed open wider.
I kept my breathing deep and even, pretending to be asleep. Through barely-open eyes, I could make out Mike’s silhouette in the doorway, a darker shadow against the darkness of the hall. He stood there watching me, clearly wrestling with himself.
Come on, I thought. Do it. Take what you want.
He moved into the room like a man approaching the gallows, each step hesitant but deliberate. I could hear his shallow breathing as he drew closer to the bed. When he reached the edge, he paused again, and I could practically feel the heat radiating off him.
His hand reached out, hovering over the sheet that covered my lower half. I felt the slight disturbance in the air above my skin, the whisper of movement as he struggled with his decision.
Then, with a gentleness that surprised me, his fingertips brushed against my bare chest. The touch was feather-light, almost reverent, as if he were touching something sacred. His fingers trailed down, tracing the lines of my muscles, exploring the texture of my chest hair.
I let out a soft sigh, as if stirring slightly in my sleep, and his hand froze. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, after a moment, his touch became bolder, his palm flattening against my stomach.
I felt my cock stir beneath the sheet, hardening again at his exploration. His hand moved lower, fingers brushing the edge of the sheet, then slipping underneath. When his cool fingers wrapped around my shaft, I couldn’t maintain the charade any longer.
I opened my eyes fully, catching his startled gaze in the moonlight. “Took you long enough,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
Mike’s hand jerked away as if burned, but I caught his wrist before he could retreat completely. “Don’t,” I said, softer than I intended. “Don’t stop now.”
“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered, but he made no move to pull away from my grip.
“And yet, here you are,” I replied, slowly guiding his hand back to my cock. “Touching me while I sleep. That’s a little depraved for a man of God, don’t you think?”
His face flushed, visible even in the dim light. “I... I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“I know,” I said, releasing his wrist as his fingers curled around my length once more. “I’ve been countin’ on that.”
I reached up with my free hand, grasping the back of his neck and pulling him down toward me. This time, our kiss was nothing like the gentle exploration in his study. This was raw, hungry, desperate. I bit at his lower lip, drawing a moan from him that sent heat surging through my veins.
“It… It’s been so long,” he said when I finally pulled away, his voice full of fear.
“Then take your clothes off,” I commanded against his mouth. “No reason to wait.”
Mike hesitated only briefly before straightening up and pulling his t-shirt over his head. In the moonlight, his body was a study in contrasts. He was lean but muscled, smooth but strong. He fumbled with the drawstring of his pajama pants, his hands trembling slightly.
“Nervous, Pastor?” I taunted gently.
“Terrified,” he admitted, pushing the pants down his hips. He wore nothing underneath, and his cock sprang free, hard and eager against his stomach.
I threw back the sheet, exposing myself fully. “Come here,” I said, my voice deeper than usual.
He climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs. The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, was intoxicating. I ran my hands up his sides, feeling the slight shiver that passed through him at my touch.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, looking up at him.
Mike’s eyes, now filled with desire in the darkness, met mine. “Anything,” he whispered. “And everything.”
I smiled, slow and predatory. “Then that’s exactly what you’re gonna get.”
I reached up to grab his hips, my fingers digging into the smooth skin there. His cock bobbed in front of me, pink and perfect and begging for attention. I could feel my own throbbing against my stomach as Mike settled his weight on me.
“You sure about this?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. His eyes were blown wide with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Yes,” he breathed. “God help me, yes.”
I slid my hands around to cup his ass, squeezing those firm cheeks. “Turn around,” I ordered. “I want that pretty ass in my face.”
Mike hesitated for only a second before he complied, shifting his body until he was facing away from me, his perfect ass hovering above my chest. I guided him backward until his knees were on either side of my head, his cock hanging heavy between his legs.
“Lower,” I commanded, my voice thick with want. “Sit on my face, Pastor. Don’t be shy.
He let out a soft whimper as he slowly lowered himself, his thighs trembling with anticipation. The moment his ass was within reach, I grabbed his hips and yanked him down, burying my face between those perfect cheeks. He gasped, a shocked, desperate sound that made my cock throb.
I lapped at his hole hungrily, my tongue circling the tight ring of muscle. Mike’s whole body shuddered above me as I worked him open, alternating between broad strokes and pointed jabs. His moans filled the room, each one louder than the last as I feasted on him.
“Oh God,” he panted, his voice breaking. “Cash... I can’t... it’s too much.”
I gripped his ass harder, spreading him wider as I drove my tongue deeper. His taste was intoxicating, clean and musky at the same time. I felt him pushing back against my face, seeking more of the pleasure I was giving him.
“That’s it,” I growled against his sensitive skin. “Ride my tongue like the desperate little slut you are.”
Mike’s cock bounced between his legs as he rode me, leaking pre-cum onto my chest as I devoured him. I reached around with one hand to grasp it, giving him a few firm strokes that had him crying out.
“Please,” he begged, though I wasn’t sure if he was asking me to stop or demanding more. I assumed it was the latter.
I released his cock and gave his ass a sharp slap. “Get the lube from the nightstand,” I ordered.
Mike scrambled to comply, reaching over to fumble in the drawer. I’d placed it there earlier, hoping he’d show up. When he found it, he handed it back to me with shaking hands.
“Off,” I said, pushing at his hips. He lifted himself from my face, his breathing ragged. “Now lie on your back.”
He moved quickly, settling onto the mattress beside me. I rose to my knees, looking down at him spread out before me. His chest was flushed, his cock rock hard against his stomach, his lips swollen from our kisses. He looked utterly debauched already, and I hadn’t even fucked him yet.
“Look at you,” I murmured, opening the lube and coating my fingers. “If only the town could see their pastor spread out like a fucking pig in my bed.”
“Cash,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine. “Just fuck me.”
I circled his entrance with one slick finger, watching his face as I pushed slowly inside. His body resisted briefly before giving way, accepting my intrusion. The tight heat around my finger made my own cock throb with anticipation.
“I figured you’d be tight,” I observed, working my finger deeper. “When’s the last time someone fucked this ass, Pastor?”
“Years,” he admitted, his voice strained. “Not since... seminary.”
The thought of being the first man to have him in years sent a surge of possessive pleasure through me. I added a second finger, stretching him carefully despite my growing impatience. His back arched off the bed when I curled my fingers, finding his prostate with incredible easy.
“There?” I asked, rubbing against it mercilessly.