Memphis wiggled against him, like he was testing the legitimacy of Preacher’s hard cock. “You could do something about it.”
Preacher chuckled, his lips trailing along the corded tendon of Memphis’s neck, before growling into his ear. “Oh, I intend to. All night, in fact.”
“All night?” Memphis asked, moaning when Preacher started to work him lazily in his dry grip.
“There it is,” Preacher said. “Fuck, that sexy little moan goes straight to my dick every time.” His cock was already hard enough to pound a nail through a board.
Memphis reached upwards, wrapping his arms around Preacher’s neck, pressing back against him, leaving his whole body open to Preacher’s hands.
The simple gesture made Preacher’s stomach clench. The level of trust it took for Memphis to open up like that was a heady thing. He didn’t trust anybody…but he trusted Preacher. At least with his body, and Preacher was both grateful and terrified of that fact. Now that he’d tasted the most intimate parts of Memphis, he only craved more. He wanted all of Memphis.
Preacher tightened his grip, cock throbbing in time with his heartbeat when Memphis whimpered. “You like that, baby?”
“Preacher…” Memphis trailed off, seemingly preoccupied with trying to force himself into Memphis’s tightened fist. When Preacher loosened his grip, Memphis made an almost comical sound of disappointment. “Don’t tease me,” he pouted.
Preacher’s breath left him through his nose in a rush. “Tease you? I have every intention of teasing you all night. Every night. As much as I want, and you’re going to let me.”
“Oh, yeah?” Memphis asked, breathless. “But then you’ll fuck me, right? I need you inside me.”
“Oh, that’s a given,” Preacher promised. “I’m going to fuck you so good…so hard…so long…that your body will forget what it’s like when I’m not inside you.”
“Fuck,” Memphis gasped, pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock.
Preacher used it to slick his grip but didn’t increase his pace, just continued to pump him lazily. “Tell me you want my cock buried inside you.”
“Yeah,” Memphis breathed. “You know I do. Please, Preacher.”
“I want to hear the words.” He tightened his grip again, giving Memphis the friction he craved before taking it away.
Memphis’s whine was almost enough to put Preacher over the edge. “I want your cock inside me. Now. Please.”
“You gonna be good for me?” Preacher teased.
“I hate you right now,” Memphis groaned.
Preacher chuckled, biting Memphis’s earlobe. “No, you don’t. You’re so hot for me, you’re leaking into my hand. I bet I could get you to do almost anything for me.”
There was the tiniest hesitation before Memphis asked, “Like what?”
Preacher grinned. “Like drag you into the shower, get you nice and squeaky clean before laying you out on that bed right there and making you come harder than you ever have before with just my tongue and my fingers.” He could feel Memphis breathing heavily, rapt. “Then I’ll take all that cum and feed it into your tight little hole and fuck you nice and slow until I fill you up with my own load.”
“Jesus,” Memphis gasped.
“You want that?”
Memphis stood on his tiptoes so Preacher’s cock was pressing into the crease of his ass. “You know I do. Now. Please, Preacher. Please. I need you.”
“Now, who’s the tease? You’re so hot when you beg.”
Memphis craned his head to look back at Preacher. “I’m not teasing,” he swore, turning Preacher’s words around on him. “I’ll take it any way you want to give it to me.”
Preacher captured Memphis’s mouth in a filthy kiss. “You can’t say that to a man who’s spent most of his life in prison,” he muttered against his lips.
“It’s true, though. I don’t care how you fuck me. I just want you inside me right fucking now.”
Preacher was so hard he hurt, but he’d brought it on himself. “The groceries can wait,” he said, swinging Memphis around with an arm around his waist and force-walking him towards the bedroom. He didn’t stop at the bed, though, but walked him to the small bathroom.
“Let’s see if the two of us can fit in the world’s smallest shower before I make you come so hard you black out.”
