Chapter 11 #2
“Yes!” he cried out, his cock throbbing against his stomach. “Right there!”
I continued working him open, adding a third finger when he was ready. By the time I deemed him prepared for my impressive girth, he was writhing beneath me, sweat glistening on his skin in the moonlight.
“How do you want it?” I asked, slicking my cock with more lube.
“Hard,” he replied without hesitation, surprising me. “I want to feel you tomorrow. Every time I sit down, every time I walk. I want to remember this.”
His words stoked the fire in my belly, and I positioned myself between his legs, hooking his knees over my arms to spread him wide. The head of my cock pressed against his entrance, teasing but not breaching.
“You want it rough, Pastor?” I growled, leaning down so our faces were inches apart. “You want me to fuck you so hard you feel it in church on Sunday?”
“Yes,” he nodded frantically, his hands coming up to grip my shoulders. “Please, Cash.”
I pushed forward slowly, watching his face contort as the head of my cock breached him. The tight heat engulfing me was almost too much, and I had to grit my teeth to maintain control.
“Fuck,” I hissed as I sank deeper. “Goddamn that tight little hole feels good.”
Mike’s eyes were squeezed shut, his breathing shallow as he adjusted to my size. I paused when I was fully seated, giving him a moment despite the urge to pound him into the mattress.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded softly. “Look at me while I fuck you.”
His lids fluttered open, revealing pupils blown wide and something else… a sort of vulnerability that made me want to be gentle with him.
Nah. Fuck that.
I grabbed his hips and slammed into him with all my strength, driving my cock as deep as it would go. The moan that tore from his throat was primal, animalistic, and it ignited something dark inside me.
“That what you want?” I growled, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. “You want it rough? You want me to fuckin’ use you?”
“Yes,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to leave marks. “God, yes.”
I set a punishing pace, each thrust harder than the last. The bed frame creaked in protest beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful stroke. Mike’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, his heels digging into my back.
“Take it,” I commanded, watching his face contort with pleasure and pain. “Take every fucking inch.”
His cock bounced between us, untouched but leaking steadily onto his stomach. I shifted my angle slightly, making sure to hit his sweet spot with each thrust. The change had him crying out, his back arching off the mattress.
“Cash!” he moaned, his voice breaking. “I’m gonna—I can’t—”
“Not yet,” I ordered, reaching down to grip the base of his cock firmly, stopping it from bouncing. “You don’t cum until I say so.”
His eyes flew open, desperation clear in those blue depths. I leaned down, keeping my punishing rhythm, and captured his mouth in a bruising kiss. Our tongues battled for dominance that I easily won. He was so easy to overpower, to talk into giving me exactly what I wanted.
“Please,” he begged when I finally released his lips. “I need to cum.”
“No,” I said flatly, driving into him harder. “You don’t get to cum until I’m satisfied.”
I flipped him over roughly, manhandling him onto his hands and knees without withdrawing from his tight heat. The new position allowed me to go even deeper, and I grabbed a handful of his blonde hair, yanking his head back as I pounded into him.
“This what you’ve been prayin’ for, Pastor?” I taunted, my voice rough with exertion. “This what you think about when you’re preachin’ about sin?”
“Yes!” he cried out, past the point of shame or restraint. “God, yes!”
I released his hair to grip his hips with both hands, leaving bruises in the shape of my fingers as I used his body for my pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by his desperate moans and my grunts of satisfaction.
“Tell me who you belong to,” I demanded, feeling my own release building. “Say it.”
“You,” he gasped, pushing back to meet each thrust. “I belong to you, Cash!”
That was what I needed to hear. I reached around and grasped his neglected cock, stroking it in time with my thrusts. His whole body tensed, trembling on the edge.
“Now you can cum,” I permitted, stroking him faster. “Cum for me, Pastor. Don’t make me wait.”
He absolutely shattered beneath me, his cock pulsing in my hand as he came with a shout that probably woke the neighbors.
His body clenched around me like a vice, and I lost the last threads of my control.
I drove into him one final time, burying myself to the hilt as my own orgasm tore through me.
I filled him with my cum, marking him from the inside in the most intimate way possible.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen like that, both of us panting, sweat-slick and trembling. Then I slowly withdrew, watching with satisfaction as my cum leaked from his well-used hole onto the sheets below.
Mike collapsed onto his stomach, his body still quivering with aftershocks. I fell beside him, surprisingly reluctant to put distance between us just yet. We lay in silence, catching our breath, the reality of what we’d done settling over us like a heavy blanket.
“Fuck,” he finally whispered, his voice hoarse from shouting.
“Yeah,” I agreed, staring up at the ceiling. “That what you wanted, so that’s what you got.”
I expected him to start freaking out, to jump up and run back to his room filled with regret and shame. Instead, he rolled onto his side, facing me, his expression thoughtful in the moonlight.
“You were right,” he said softly.
“About what?” I turned my head to look at him.
“I won’t forget this.” A small smile played at his lips. “Ever.”
Something warm and unfamiliar bloomed in my chest at his words. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. This was supposed to be just a fuck, a way to pass the time and ruin the too-good pastor. It wasn’t supposed to make me feel... whatever the fuck this was.
I rolled away from him, sitting up on the edge of the bed. “You should go back to your room,” I said, my voice gruffer than I intended. “It’s late and I’m done with you.”
I felt the mattress shift as he sat up behind me. His hand, tentative and gentle, touched my shoulder. “Cash...”
“Go,” I repeated, shrugging off his touch. “We both got what we wanted. No need to make it weird.”
His hand fell away, and I heard him sigh softly. The bed shifted again as he got up, and I listened to the sound of him gathering his clothes from the floor. I kept my back to him, not trusting myself to look at him standing there naked and well-fucked in the moonlight.
“Thank you,” he said quietly from the doorway.
I snorted. “For what? Fucking you?”
“For making me remember what it feels like to be alive.”
Before I could respond, he was gone, the soft click of the door the only evidence he’d been there at all. Well, that and his cum all over my sheets.
I stared at the empty doorway, my heartbeat still pounding in my ears.
His words hung in the air between us, cutting deeper than I wanted to admit.
What the fuck did he mean by that? Making him feel alive?
This wasn’t supposed to be meaningful. It was supposed to be a quick fuck, a way to scratch an itch while I waited to get out of this godforsaken town.
And yet... there was something about the way he’d looked at me, something in those blue eyes that made my chest tighten uncomfortably.
“Fuck him,” I muttered, falling back onto the bed. The sheets were damp and the whole room smelled like sex.
Maybe shouldn’t have kicked him out like that. Then again, that was the plan. Fuck him and send him packing. But the hurt in his voice when I dismissed him... It bothered me more than it should have.
I rolled onto my side, punching my pillow into a more comfortable shape. This was getting complicated for no reason, and I hated complications. All I wanted was to sell the ranch, get my money, and disappear. The last thing I needed was some pastor with puppy dog eyes getting attached to me.
But damn, he’d felt good. Better than I’d expected. The way he’d surrendered to me, the sounds he’d made... the memory of him begging for more had my cock stirring again despite myself.
“Get it together, Cash,” I grumbled, turning over to get comfortable. “You’ve got a new life waitin’ for you. Nobody wants you here anyway.”
With that final thought, I forced my eyes closed and tried to sleep.
But all I could see in my mind’s eye was Mike, desperate and begging for more. And the worst part was, I wanted to do it all again, no matter how much I tried to deny it.