No matter. I pull him up by his chin to stand, before turning him around to pull his robes down slightly, nipping his neck and shoulders with my teeth, while resting my hand on his erection.
I nip his ear, “Put me where you need me.”
He shivers again before placing his hand on mine and guiding me beneath his cloths to grasp his dick. The moment he’s in my hands he gasps and I can feel myself getting hard again as I stroke him. All the while teasing his chest and dragging my teeth across his skin.
I know when to give after taking.
I’m nudging him forward slowly as I play with him, so that by the time I’m rearing to go again we’re at the top of the aisle, right in front of the rails that separate us from the altar.
My excitement is back in droves, humming beneath my skin again when I whisper in his ear, “Kneel. And spread your legs for me.”
He’s practically mindless now and that’s exactly how I want him. He kneels down to put his hands on the rail, shaking in my hands, and I scowl, grabbing one of his thighs to pull his legs further.
“Spread your fucking legs,” I warn slowly.
Now he’s kneeling before his god. Legs spread while I stroke his cock.
“Fuck, your god must be so proud of you,” I mutter in his ear, stroking him faster and his gasps turn to cries as I continue to break his mind using purely sensations and surroundings.
I’m parting the robe now so that his cock is exposed to the air, exposed to his god, and he moans, “Wait—Please—”
I ignore him, running my hands over his dripping cock as I mumble, “It’s like you’re begging him to watch. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
He comes with a sharp moan, short gasps of pleasure that touch every corner of the space and I can’t possibly hold back anymore.
His hole is wet and prepped for me even with his protests. He must have listened to me when I told him to be ready, even when he wasn’t sure, and I can’t help but be pleased as I slide my cock into his tightness.
“Fuck, just wait—”
I thrust deeply into him, cutting off his words as he moans.
“People—might come—”
How dare you still have your mind together little plaything.
“I’ve had a rough few weeks,” I say honestly, unable to think properly around the way his ass is clenching down on me. “So I won’t be able to go easy on you today.”
Every moment of fucking him, here on the floor in front of his altar, is worth it. Fuck, I needed the edge off. Christian’s been driving me crazy for weeks. Just thinking about him now makes my hips move faster. Makes me thrust into him harder. Desperately. Frustratingly.
Our first round together ends there with him coming all over the floor of his church. And me, emptying my balls inside his ass.
Unfortunately, we both take to desecrating the church after that. There’s little conversation, but that’s never been my concern. There’s a moment, whenwe’re kissing on the kneeling platform and I'm thrusting inside him, when he reaches into my hair, and his fingers threaten to remove the new decoration I've knotted there, rather sloppily.
“Don't touch it.” The warning in my eyes is enough for him to put his hands elsewhere but there’s a glimmer of amusement that I think I don’t like.
“Since when do you like ribbons?”
My gaze darkens. I sit up to pin his thighs against the floor, thrusting into him so deeply his head tilts back. I'm not sure why Christian would think a black ribbon would possibly suit me. But turns out I've liked ribbons all this time.
I just didn't know it until I got one.
I'll have to confront him about his reasoning later, but there's no harm really in wearing it until then.
I can't tell how much time passes but soon Cameron is bouncing on my cock while I sit in one of the pews at the front of the church, legs spread to show the space how much of a slut he is for me. I hold his legs up and fuck him like that too when he can’t move anymore.
I can tell he’s starved, like I am, because he keeps up with me well.
But the strangest thing I think, would be the small black cat that wanders in, looking around. It catches us like that and freezes when it notices us, when it sees me thrusting into Cameron’s ass—sees my balls slapping against his.
