Epilogue Mike #2
“Think God minds if I worship you a little?” he asked, his breath hot against my sensitive skin.
I couldn’t form words, just shook my head frantically as he took me into his mouth without warning. The wet heat of him, combined with the knowledge that we were doing this in the sanctuary, had me crying out despite my best efforts to stay quiet.
His mouth worked me with practiced skill, his tongue swirling around the head of my cock before taking me deeper. One hand gripped my hip to hold me steady while the other worked between my legs, his fingers finding my entrance and pressing inside with confidence born of familiarity.
“Cash,” I moaned, my hands fisting in his hair as he added a second finger, stretching me with careful precision. “Please, I need...”
“I know what you need,” he said, pulling away from my cock with an obscene pop. “And I’m gonna give it to you.”
He reached for his jeans, fumbling in the pocket until he found the small bottle of lube he’d started carrying everywhere. The sight of him slicking his fingers, preparing to open me up properly, made my cock twitch with anticipation.
When he pressed three fingers inside me, I couldn’t hold back the cry that escaped my lips.
The sound echoed through the empty sanctuary, bouncing off the vaulted ceiling and stained glass windows.
It should have felt wrong, but instead it felt like a prayer, a hymn of pleasure and love rising up to whatever divine presence might be listening.
“That’s it,” Cash encouraged, his fingers working inside me with steady strokes. “Let me hear you, baby. Want the whole town to know who’s making you feel this good.”
I was trembling by the time he withdrew his fingers, desperate and aching for more. He positioned himself between my spread legs, the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I could see the restraint it was taking for him to go slow.
“You ready for me?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
“Always,” I breathed, reaching up to cup his face in my hands. “Take me, Cash. Make me yours.”
He pushed inside with one smooth thrust, filling me completely, and we both groaned at the sensation. The angle was perfect, hitting that spot inside me that made my vision blur with pleasure. When he was fully seated, we stayed still for a moment, both of us breathing hard.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he whispered, his forehead pressed against mine. “I love you so much, Mike.”
“Show me,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Show me how much.”
He began to move then, slow and deep at first, each thrust deliberate and controlled. But as my body adjusted and began demanding more, his pace increased. Soon he was driving into me with a rhythm that had me calling out his name, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my entire body.
The altar steps were hard against my back, but I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the feeling of Cash inside me, claiming me, loving me with his whole body. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the sanctuary, mixing with our moans and gasps to create a symphony of desire.
“Touch yourself,” Cash commanded, his voice rough with passion. “I want you to cum while I’m inside you.”
I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. The dual sensations quickly pushed me toward the edge, my body tightening around him as pleasure built low in my belly.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his own breathing becoming labored. “Cum for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.”
His words, combined with the perfect angle of his thrusts and the friction of my own hand, finally sent me over the edge. I came with a strangled cry that echoed through the sanctuary, my release coating my stomach and chest as my body clenched rhythmically around Cash’s cock.
The sight of me losing control beneath him was his undoing. He buried himself deep with a final thrust, filling me with his warmth as he came with a groan that sounded like a prayer. We stayed locked together for long moments, both of us trembling with aftershocks.
When he finally pulled out, we lay there on the altar steps, our bodies intertwined and slick with sweat. The colored light from the stained glass continued to paint us in brilliant hues, and I couldn’t help but think we looked like some kind of religious artwork, sacred and profane all at once.
“Well,” Cash said eventually, his voice still rough from exertion, “I think we just redefined what it means to find God in church.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Pretty sure we just committed about seventeen different kinds of blasphemy.”
“Worth it,” he grinned, pulling me closer against his side. “Besides, you said God is love, right? And I definitely felt some divine presence just now.”
“I’m pretty sure that was just your cock,” I laughed.
“Well, whatever it was, it felt better than anything else I’ve ever had.” He reached over, pulling me tight against him, those dark eyes of his fixed on mine. “I love you so much, Mike.”
I just smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. “I love you too, Cash.”
Outside a car door slammed, and I suddenly realized how compromising our position was.
“To my office, now!”
We scrambled up and gathered our clothing. Just as I heard one of the other door handles turn, Cash and I disappeared down the hall to my office, laughing the entire way.
All of my prayers had been answered.
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