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right in front of me now, rounding the little table to stand beside me, his hands rising, catching the lapels of my blazer. "I want you."
I lean toward him, drawn in all over again by that sexy fucking mouth of his, that firm jawline, those steady, piercing green eyes. "Then take me," I say, my voice barely a breath, it's so out of my control.
His lips claim mine, rough and hard, and I kiss him back every ounce as forcefully. My hands fist in his hair, but he pulls out of the kiss to stare at me again, dead in the eye, his expression melted into the possessive, hungry look I'm coming to know well. The look that means he's about to wreck my world a hundred ways all over again. And I can't fucking wait.
"I need to have you," he says, and the desire in his voice sends a jolt all the way down into my jeans.
"I'll meet you after you're done with mass, we can go to my place," I'm saying, equally desperate for him, for his hands all over me, his cock taking whatever pleasure he wants from me.
But he's shaking his head. "I can't wait. I need you right now."
We're in the middle of the sacristy, I should say. Anyone could walk in. The mass will be starting in just an hour. This is all kinds of dangerous. It could ruin both of us. And yet.
And yet, I don't want to wait for him either.
So when he shoves me across the table, I just spread my arms wide and accept, gasping in delight as he yanks my jeans down to my knees. "Paul," I groan, my body digging into the hard wooden surface of the serving table.
He forces my legs apart, runs his hands up my thighs. My ass is naked, bared to the world, my cock pressed flat against the table and my own hips and abs. It's both uncomfortable and profoundly hot to be bent over here, ready for the taking, for whatever he wants to do to me.
I hear the tear of a condom, then an unfamiliar sound. A bottle unscrewing. I glance over my shoulder to see him pouring oil along the length of the condom, his glorious, sexy as fuck cock glistening with it now, pointed straight at me like a promise.
But he's not ready to take me yet.
His hands use me first. Glide up my inner thighs again, this time coated in the oily substance he's using, which smells like church, heavy and musky and sweet all at once. He coats my thighs in the oil, reaches between my legs to slather it up and down my cock as well. He pulls my body to the edge of the table, so my cock hangs free between my legs, and coats me completely. Until it seems I'm thrusting into butter, his hands slick and hard around me.
"Tell me what you want, Darren," he commands.
I wet my lips. "I want you to fuck me."
His palm slaps across my ass, leaving a bright red mark and a sharp sting in its wake. "Be detailed."
"I want you to claim my ass. Fuck me, take me, use me however you want."
He massages the spot he just slapped, his fingers kneading the red mark, making the sting melt into something deeper and more pleasurable. As he’s doing that, he parts the cheeks of my ass, leaning in until the tip of his cock touches the sensitive, vulnerable space between. He runs his length up and down my ass, coating me with the lube slathered all over him.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here before?” he asks, as his hard tip touches my entrance, then glides away again, down to rub the sensitive fold just behind my balls.
With difficulty, I manage to suppress a shiver of anticipation. “Never.”
I can almost hear the possessive smile in his voice when he answers, “Good.”
Without warning, his pinky finger slides up to the small, puckered entrance of my ass, pressing gently there, then slowly increasing the pressure. I groan against the wooden table as his finger enters me with a faint popping sensation, then begins to inch farther inside of me. It hurts, but he spreads his other palm flat against my back and orders me to relax. Something about his calm, steady voice, and the fact that he’s only ever brought me pleasure before, lets me obey him. My
I lean toward him, drawn in all over again by that sexy fucking mouth of his, that firm jawline, those steady, piercing green eyes. "Then take me," I say, my voice barely a breath, it's so out of my control.
His lips claim mine, rough and hard, and I kiss him back every ounce as forcefully. My hands fist in his hair, but he pulls out of the kiss to stare at me again, dead in the eye, his expression melted into the possessive, hungry look I'm coming to know well. The look that means he's about to wreck my world a hundred ways all over again. And I can't fucking wait.
"I need to have you," he says, and the desire in his voice sends a jolt all the way down into my jeans.
"I'll meet you after you're done with mass, we can go to my place," I'm saying, equally desperate for him, for his hands all over me, his cock taking whatever pleasure he wants from me.
But he's shaking his head. "I can't wait. I need you right now."
We're in the middle of the sacristy, I should say. Anyone could walk in. The mass will be starting in just an hour. This is all kinds of dangerous. It could ruin both of us. And yet.
And yet, I don't want to wait for him either.
So when he shoves me across the table, I just spread my arms wide and accept, gasping in delight as he yanks my jeans down to my knees. "Paul," I groan, my body digging into the hard wooden surface of the serving table.
He forces my legs apart, runs his hands up my thighs. My ass is naked, bared to the world, my cock pressed flat against the table and my own hips and abs. It's both uncomfortable and profoundly hot to be bent over here, ready for the taking, for whatever he wants to do to me.
I hear the tear of a condom, then an unfamiliar sound. A bottle unscrewing. I glance over my shoulder to see him pouring oil along the length of the condom, his glorious, sexy as fuck cock glistening with it now, pointed straight at me like a promise.
But he's not ready to take me yet.
His hands use me first. Glide up my inner thighs again, this time coated in the oily substance he's using, which smells like church, heavy and musky and sweet all at once. He coats my thighs in the oil, reaches between my legs to slather it up and down my cock as well. He pulls my body to the edge of the table, so my cock hangs free between my legs, and coats me completely. Until it seems I'm thrusting into butter, his hands slick and hard around me.
"Tell me what you want, Darren," he commands.
I wet my lips. "I want you to fuck me."
His palm slaps across my ass, leaving a bright red mark and a sharp sting in its wake. "Be detailed."
"I want you to claim my ass. Fuck me, take me, use me however you want."
He massages the spot he just slapped, his fingers kneading the red mark, making the sting melt into something deeper and more pleasurable. As he’s doing that, he parts the cheeks of my ass, leaning in until the tip of his cock touches the sensitive, vulnerable space between. He runs his length up and down my ass, coating me with the lube slathered all over him.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here before?” he asks, as his hard tip touches my entrance, then glides away again, down to rub the sensitive fold just behind my balls.
With difficulty, I manage to suppress a shiver of anticipation. “Never.”
I can almost hear the possessive smile in his voice when he answers, “Good.”
Without warning, his pinky finger slides up to the small, puckered entrance of my ass, pressing gently there, then slowly increasing the pressure. I groan against the wooden table as his finger enters me with a faint popping sensation, then begins to inch farther inside of me. It hurts, but he spreads his other palm flat against my back and orders me to relax. Something about his calm, steady voice, and the fact that he’s only ever brought me pleasure before, lets me obey him. My
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