Chapter 25
Mike
Icouldn’t believe I let Cash talk me into this. But then again, he didn’t really have to try hard. I was head over heels for that man whether either of us were ready to admit it or not. And that meant, no matter how risky his invitation, I was more than willing to take the bait.
And that’s how I found myself in a small dusty alley with my back pressed against a building and Cash’s lips pressed to mine.
His hands were already working at my belt, fingers moving with practiced efficiency while he kissed me like he was trying to devour me whole.
The distant sounds of the karaoke fundraiser drifted over from the main area.
Someone was belting another country song, poorly, at the top of their lungs.
That would at least give us a little cover.
“You sure about this?” I whispered against his lips, even as my own hands found the hem of his shirt.
“Been thinkin’ about it since we got here,” he growled, his voice rough with want. “You walking around in those tight jeans, bending over every chance you got. You’re driving me crazy, baby.”
His words sent heat pooling low in my belly.
I could feel how hard he was through his jeans, pressing against my hip as he crowded me against the brick wall.
The rough texture scraped against my back through my shirt, but I didn’t care.
All I cared about was the way Cash was looking at me like I was something precious and dirty all at once.
“Someone could see us,” I protested weakly, but I was already helping him push my shirt up.
“Let ‘em,” he said, dropping to his knees in front of me without warning. “Maybe it’s time this town knew exactly who their pastor belongs to.”
My breath caught in my throat as he worked my belt open, his fingers sure and steady despite the dim lighting. The possessiveness in his voice should have worried me, but instead it just made me harder. I wanted to belong to him, wanted everyone to know it.
“Cash,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair as he freed my cock from my pants. The cool night air hit my heated skin, making me shiver.
He looked up at me from his position on his knees, his dark eyes gleaming in the shadows. “You want this?”
“Always,” I said without hesitation, and meant it completely.
That earned me one of his rare, genuine smiles before he took me into his mouth without any further preamble.
I had to bite back a groan, my head falling back against the brick wall as his warm, wet heat enveloped me.
He was good at this. Too good honestly. And I wondered fleetingly how many men he’d been with before me before all coherent thought fled.
His tongue worked along the underside of my shaft while he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with each pass. I could feel myself hitting the back of his throat, and the way he swallowed around me made my knees go weak.
“Fuck,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice down even as pleasure shot through me like electricity. “Cash, that feels incredible.”
He hummed around my cock, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. One of his hands gripped my hip to steady me while the other worked the base of my shaft in rhythm with his mouth. He was methodical about it, like he was determined to take me apart piece by piece.
The sounds from the fundraiser seemed to fade into background noise. All I could focus on was the wet heat of Cash’s mouth, the gentle scrape of his teeth along my length, the way his beard scratched against my skin. It was dirty and wrong and absolutely perfect.
I looked down at him, taking in the sight of this strong, stubborn man on his knees for me in a dusty alley behind Dolly’s Diner. His eyes were closed in concentration, his cheeks hollowed as he sucked me with single-minded determination. The image was going to be burned into my memory forever.
“I’m getting close,” I warned him, my voice barely a whisper.
He pulled away with an obscene pop. “Not yet,” he grinned. He stood up, grabbed me by the hips, and turned me around, pressing my face against the brick. “Not until I pump you full of my cum.”
My heart hammered against my ribs at his words, desire and anticipation flooding through me. I pressed my palms against the rough brick, the texture grounding me as I heard him fumbling with something behind me.
“You carry lube to a fundraiser?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady even as my body thrilled at what was about to happen.
“I carry it everywhere when I’m around you,” he said, his voice rough with want. “Never know when I might get the chance to fuck this perfect little ass.”
The crude words sent heat racing through me. I felt his hands on my belt, working my pants down just enough to expose what he needed. The night air was cool against my heated skin, making me shiver as he spread me open with slick fingers.
He worked me quickly but thoroughly, his fingers stretching me easily. I had to bite my lip to keep from making noise, acutely aware that we were in public, that anyone could walk by and see us.
“You ready for me?” he whispered against my ear, his chest pressed to my back.
“Always,” I breathed, pushing back against him.
The first press of his cock against my entrance made us both groan softly. He pushed in slowly, letting me adjust to the stretch, his hands gripping my hips tightly. When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled for a moment, breathing hard.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmured, his voice strained. “I’ll never get tired of this.”
He started moving then, slow and deep, each thrust careful and controlled despite the urgency I could feel thrumming through him. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my knees go weak with each stroke.
I braced myself harder against the wall, trying to stay quiet as he fucked me with steady, relentless precision. The sounds of the fundraiser continued in the distance, providing cover for the soft sounds we couldn’t quite suppress.
“This ass is mine,” he whispered against my neck, his teeth scraping against my pulse point. “You’re mine, Mike. Say it.”
“Yes,” I gasped, meaning it completely. “I’m yours, Cash. I don’t want anyone else but you.”
His pace increased at my words, his control slipping as he drove into me harder. I could feel my own orgasm building, the combination of his cock inside me and the dirty thrill of what we were doing pushing me toward the edge.
“Cum for me,” he commanded softly. “Show me how much you love being used in public.”
His hand reached around to stroke me in time with his thrusts, and that was all it took. I came with a muffled cry, spilling over his fingers as my body clenched around him. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep as he filled me with his release, my name a whispered prayer on his lips.
We stayed locked together for a long moment, both of us trembling with aftershocks. Eventually he pulled out carefully, and we both worked to make ourselves presentable again.
“We should get back,” I said, though I made no move to leave his arms.
“In a minute,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. “Just let me hold you for a minute.”
I settled deeper into his embrace, feeling the rough brick at my back and his solid warmth against my chest. The contrast between the harsh wall and his gentle touch made everything feel more intense, more real somehow.
His hands were still shaking slightly as they smoothed over my sides, and I could feel his heart hammering against my ribs.
“That was...” I started, then trailed off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
“Reckless as hell?” Cash suggested, his mouth quirking up in a half-smile.
“I was going to say incredible,” I admitted, feeling heat creep up my neck. “But yeah, reckless too.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest where it pressed against mine. “You bring out the worst in me, preacher. Or maybe the best. I can’t decide which.”
Before I could respond, the sound of voices drifted closer to our alley. We both froze, Cash’s arms tightening around me protectively as footsteps approached. My heart hammered as I realized that both of us still had our pants around our ankles.
“...think they went this way,” a woman’s voice was saying.
“Maybe they headed home early,” came another female voice.
Cash pressed a finger to his lips, his eyes locked on mine as we waited in the shadows. I held my breath, acutely aware of how exposed we were, how easily we could be discovered. The footsteps paused at the mouth of the alley, and I was certain we were about to be caught.
“Nah, I saw Cash’s truck still in the lot,” the first voice said. “They’re around here somewhere. Dolly wants them for the raffle drawing.”
“Shit,” Cash whispered against my ear, so quietly I almost didn’t hear it.
I could feel panic rising in my chest as the voices lingered just outside our hiding spot. My pants were still bunched around my ankles, and I was pretty sure I had bits of brick dust in my hair. This was exactly the kind of situation that could destroy everything I’d worked for.
“They’ll give up in a minute,” Cash breathed, his hand finding mine in the darkness and squeezing reassuringly.
But the voices weren’t moving away. If anything, they seemed to be getting closer.
“I swear I heard something over here,” one of the women said. “Sounded like... well, never mind what it sounded like.”
My face burned with mortification. Had we been that loud? I thought we’d been careful, but apparently not careful enough. Cash’s jaw was tight as he listened, his protective instincts clearly warring with the need to stay hidden.
“Should we check?” the other voice asked, and my blood ran cold as I realized it was Maggy, my secretary at the church.
“Maggy, no,” the woman said quickly. “We… We should head back.”
The footsteps retreated, voices fading as they headed back toward the main event. We waited several long minutes in tense silence before Cash finally relaxed against me.
“Well,” he said, his voice shaking. “That was close.”
I buried my face in my hands, mortification washing over me in waves. “Oh God. What if they saw?”
“Nobody saw us, Mike. It’s okay.”
I nodded slowly, some of the panic fading. We quickly finished making ourselves presentable, straightening clothes and checking for obvious signs of what we’d been doing. Cash reached up to brush some brick dust from my hair, his touch gentle.
“Ready to go back?” he asked.
I took a deep breath, squaring my shoulders. “Yeah.”
We made our way back toward the fundraiser, emerging from the alley like we’d just been having a quiet conversation. The event was in full swing, with someone attempting a particularly enthusiastic version of “Sweet Home Alabama” on the karaoke stage.
Dolly spotted us immediately, waving us over with theatrical enthusiasm. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you two.”
“Sorry,” I said, hoping my voice sounded normal. “We were just... just taking a walk.”
“The hell you were,” a voice said behind me.
I spun on my heel to see a woman from my congregation. I recognized her face, but didn’t know her name. Maggy was standing behind her, her face beet red. I wasn’t worried about her. But this woman… she had hellfire in her eyes.
“I’m not sure I know what you mean,” I began.
“You know exactly what I mean,” she spat. But her anger, I noticed, wasn’t directed at me. Instead, her fury fell on Cash who tensed up immediately as she pointed a finger at him. “The devil came to Sagebrush in this man!”
“Hold on Doreen,” Maggy started.
“You heard it too,” Doreen snapped. “And I saw them. Rutting like pigs in an alley. Disgusting.” She turned to me, her eyes softening for a moment.
“I know this man tempted you, Pastor. You aren’t like this.
You’re better than this.” She took a step forward, glaring up at Cash.
“You’re not some faggot like this one.” She poked Cash in the chest, clearly not worried concerned that he was nearly a foot taller than her.
“Your daddy was right to run you off after what you did to my boy,” she spat. “And you should’ve stayed gone.”
“M-Mrs. Blackburn…” Cash stuttered, his face white as a sheet.
“You ruined my Tyler,” she barked, forcing him back with just a finger and her voice.
“Ruined him! He left home because of you! He never talks to me! It’s all your fault!
And now… now you’re ruining our new pastor too!
” There were tears of fury running down her face.
“When are you going to stop ruining everything in this town, Cash Callahan?!”
“Doreen, that is enough!” Dolly said, stepping between her and Cash. “You need to leave, right this instant. Maggy, help her to her car.”
But it was too little, too late. The damage was done.
I could see it in Cash’s eyes. It took both Maggy and Dolly to pull Doreen away as she yelled more obscenities in Cash’s direction.
Heads turned and the music had died down.
But I wasn’t paying attention to any of that.
I was just staring at Cash, watching him slowly back away.
“Cash…” I said softly, reaching for him.
“Don’t,” he growled, taking a step back like I was a venomous snake. “Just… don’t.”
And then, before I could say another word, he was gone.