Chapter 14
Mike
The house had been quiet since I’d gotten home from the church that afternoon.
Cash kept to his room, which didn’t inspire a lot of confidence in my peace offering earlier that day.
However, he was wandering around the place naked to torture me, so I supposed that was some small sort of improvement.
Still, I wished the guy would just talk to me or something.
I couldn’t figure out why I cared so much.
Obviously there was the issue about me liking broken men.
That was obvious. But usually it wasn’t hard to forget about them or at least just move on.
Something about Cash had gotten under my skin though.
Maybe it was the fact that he’d fucked me better than anyone else ever had.
His cock was perfect, he found all my special spots, and he could deliver rough and hard, just the way I liked it.
Still, it felt childish being infatuated by him just because the sex was good.
You couldn’t base an entire relationship off that, could you?
Relationship?! Since when was that on the table?
Clearly I needed to check myself before my emotions got the better of me.
Choosing a partner as a pastor was already difficult.
They needed to be good with people, understanding of the sort of hours a pastor kept, and open to working with the community.
Cash was none of those things and then some.
In fact, I couldn’t think of a worse person to put into that position.
Not to mention the fact that being a gay pastor was most likely working against me already.
Small Texas towns weren’t known for being accepting.
Then again, there were a lot more gay men in this town than I expected. Maybe that wouldn’t be an issue. But Cash? He would definitely be an issue. In fact, he seemed to delight in being an issue.
I was still lost in my thoughts when I heard Cash’s phone ping from across the room. He must’ve left it on the table when he went to his room. The screen lit up briefly, and I tried not to look, but my eyes caught the preview notification anyway.
Realtor: Here’s the message from the buyer. Sorry, but we won’t be making an offer due to…
The rest was cut off, but I knew it wasn’t good news. This company had been Cash’s big hope for getting out of this place.
A string of curses erupted from Cash’s bedroom, followed by a loud thud that sounded like a boot hitting the wall. He must have checked the message on his laptop. I winced, debating whether to pretend I hadn’t noticed or to go check on him.
Before I could decide, Cash stormed into the living room wearing nothing but low-slung jeans. His chest was flushed red with anger, muscles tight and jaw clenched.
“Fucking soil samples!” he growled, snatching his phone and scrolling through what I assumed was the full message. “Goddamn waste of my fucking time!”
“What happened?” I asked, though I had a pretty good idea.
“The deal’s off. Apparently, this shithole land isn’t good enough to build on for a bunch of bullshit apartments.
Something about it being structurally unsound.
” He threw the phone onto the couch and ran his hands through his hair.
“I’ve got no other interested buyers either. I’m stuck here. Fucking stuck.”
I watched his chest rise and fall with each angry breath, the defined muscles of his abdomen tensing. Even furious, he was beautiful, all hard lines and raw energy.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
Cash looked at me then, really looked at me, like he was seeing me for the first time since this afternoon. Something shifted in his expression.
“You don’t need to be sorry,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “You’re about the only good thing in this godforsaken place.”
My breath caught. “Cash—”
“I don’t want to talk anymore, Pastor.” He stepped closer, the heat from his body reaching me before he did. “I need something else right now.”
My pulse quickened, the room suddenly ten degrees warmer thanks to that sudden hunger in his eyes. “What do you need?”
His hand found the back of my neck, fingers threading through my hair. “Help me forget about this shit for a while.”
I didn’t hesitate. “I can do that.”
His mouth crashed against mine, hungry and demanding. I opened for him immediately, letting him take whatever he needed. His other hand gripped my hip, pulling me hard against him. I could feel him hardening through his jeans.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I gasped when we broke for air.
“I don’t fucking care,” he grunted, already working at my belt. “You want it. Don’t deny it.”
I did. God help me, I did. His fingers slipped beneath my waistband, and I groaned as his hand wrapped around my cock.
“Bedroom,” I managed to say. “Mine.”
Cash’s eyes darkened. “No. Right here.” He pushed me back against the wall, his body pinning mine. “I need you now. I’m not waiting.”
And just like that, all my reservations about him, about us, about what this meant for my position in the community…
they all disappeared under the weight of his touch.
In this moment, nothing mattered except the feel of his skin against mine and the promise of release from whatever demons were haunting us both.
His hands were everywhere at once, rough and demanding as they tore at my clothes. I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt while he yanked my pants down around my ankles. The cool air hit my exposed skin, but I barely noticed through the heat radiating between us.
“Turn around,” Cash growled, his voice husky and demanding.
I obeyed, bracing my palms against the wall. His body pressed against my back, his erection straining against denim as he ground against me. His breath was hot on my neck as he bit down gently on my shoulder, sending shivers through my entire body.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he muttered, his hands sliding down my sides to grip my ass. “Been thinking about this since last night.”
I gasped as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands spread me open, and then his tongue was there, hot and insistent against my entrance. My knees nearly buckled at the sensation.
“Oh God,” I moaned, forehead pressed against the wall as he worked me with his mouth. His tongue circled and pushed, each movement more confident than the last. “Cash… oh fuck…”
He pulled back just long enough to rasp, “Thought pastors weren’t supposed to talk like that,” before diving back in, his stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin.
I couldn’t form a coherent response. My cock hung heavy between my legs, leaking and untouched as Cash devoured me from behind. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he slipped a finger inside alongside his tongue, crooking it to find that spot that made me cry out.
“Fuck, Cash, I’m close already,” I warned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.
He pulled away abruptly, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he spun me around and dropped to take my cock into his mouth in one fluid motion. The wet heat enveloping me was almost too much. I looked down to see his eyes locked on mine, challenging me as he took me deeper.
“I can’t—” I threaded my fingers through his hair, not knowing whether to pull him closer or push him away to delay my orgasm.
Just as I teetered on the edge, Cash pulled off with an obscene pop.
He rose to his feet, fumbling with his jeans.
“Not yet,” he said, pushing them down just enough to free his cock.
“I want to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock first.” He grabbed me by the front of the shirt, forcing me down to my knees.
“And you better look at me the whole fuckin’ time, understand? ”
I nodded, meeting his intense gaze as I took him in my hands. His cock was already rock hard, the head glistening with pre-cum. I wrapped my lips around him, savoring the taste and the way his breath hitched when I took him deeper.
“That’s it,” Cash hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Take it all, Pastor.”
The title on his lips should have made me feel ashamed, but instead it sent a thrill through me. I hollowed my cheeks and worked him with my tongue, watching his face contort with pleasure. His hips started to move, thrusting gently at first, then more insistently.
“Fuck…” he groaned. “Your mouth is better than any I’ve ever had.”
I moaned around him, the vibration making him curse. My own cock throbbed between my legs, neglected but achingly hard. I reached down to stroke myself, but Cash caught my wrist.
“No,” he commanded. “You don’t touch yourself. That’s mine tonight.”
I whimpered but obeyed, focusing instead on taking him deeper. His thighs trembled slightly, telling me he was getting close. Suddenly, he pulled out of my mouth with a growl.
“Get up,” he ordered, yanking me to my feet. He spun me around again, pressing me face-first against the wall. “Spread your legs.”
I complied immediately, my heart hammering against my ribs. I felt his fingers, slick with what must have been his own saliva, probing at my entrance. One pushed inside, then another, stretching me with rough efficiency one last time.
“You still wet from my tongue?” he asked, his voice a dangerous rumble. “Or still open from last night?”
“Yes,” I gasped as he curled his fingers, making me moan.
“Good,” he growled, removing his fingers. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. “Because I can’t wait anymore.”
He pushed in slowly but relentlessly, giving me no time to adjust. The burn was exquisite, walking that perfect line between pleasure and pain. I pressed my forehead against the wall, panting as he filled me completely.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned, his chest pressed against my back. “Every fucking time.”
He didn’t wait for my response before pulling almost all the way out and slamming back in. My cry echoed through the living room as he set a punishing pace, each thrust driving me harder against the wall.
“This what you wanted?” Cash growled in my ear. “This why you’ve been watching me since I got here? Why you brought me lunch? Hoping I’d bend you over and fuck you senseless?”
“Yes,” I admitted, shame and desire mingling in my gut. “God, yes!”
His hand snaked around to grip my throat, not squeezing but holding me in place as his hips snapped against my ass. “What would your congregation think if they saw their pastor now? Taking cock like you were made for it.”
I moaned, unable to form words as he hit my prostate with every thrust. The pressure was building inside me, coiling tighter with each stroke.
“Answer me,” he demanded, his grip tightening slightly.
“They’d—oh fuck—I don’t know,” I managed between gasps. “But I don’t care. I don’t care about anything but this.”
Cash’s rhythm faltered for just a moment, like my words had caught him off guard. Then he redoubled his efforts, reaching around with his free hand to finally, mercifully wrap around my neglected cock.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” he said, stroking me in time with his thrusts. “Gonna cum with my cock buried deep inside you.”
I was already there, teetering on the edge. When his teeth sank into the junction of my neck and shoulder, I came apart. My release hit me like a freight train, painting the wall in front of me as I cried out his name.
Cash’s hips stuttered as my body clenched around him. With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a strangled groan. I felt the heat of him filling me, marking me from the inside. God, I loved the way that felt.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen, both of us panting. His forehead rested against my shoulder, his breath hot on my sweat-slicked skin. I felt oddly vulnerable now, pinned between his body and the wall, his softening cock still inside me.
“Cash,” I whispered, not sure what I was asking for.
He pulled out slowly, and I winced at the sudden emptiness. I turned around to face him, searching his expression for... something. Regret? Satisfaction? Connection?
What I saw was confusion, like he wasn’t sure how we’d ended up here either. His hand reached up, surprisingly gentle as he brushed a strand of hair from my forehead.
“I shouldn’t keep doing this to you,” he said, his voice rough but quieter now.
“Doing what?” I asked.
“Using you like this.” His eyes dropped to where his release was starting to trickle down my inner thigh. “You deserve better than being my distraction.”
I caught his wrist before he could pull away completely. “What if I want to be your distraction?”
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw something crack in that hard exterior. Vulnerability, maybe. Fear, definitely. But before he could answer, his phone pinged again from the couch.
The spell broke. Cash stepped back, pulling up his jeans. “I should get that,” he muttered.
As he turned away, I wondered if I’d ever get through to the man beneath all that anger and pain. And why I was so determined to try.