Sebastian’s quiet words were branding my brain every time he spoke. I sucked in a sharp breath when I felt the whisper of his breath on the bare skin on my neck, but the meaning was worming its way in, and I was losing my tightly held control second by second. He stepped closer, and I finally felt the heat from his body behind me, so close, but not touching. Not yet. It was like earlier tonight, but instead of a mantra of don’t touch me spinning in my head, now it was something altogether different.
Please touch me. Please touch me. Touch me and make me cum for you!
He didn’t come any closer, but he did keep talking. His accent, so Aussie and sexy, was weaving a spell I couldn’t break. I didn’t want to break it, if I was being honest. And at that moment, I felt I was finally ready to be honest about what I wanted. Needed.
“Ahh, that’s it, isn’t it, Josiah? You want this, but you’re afraid. You want to stick that pretty cock in a hole and let some man on his knees worship you with his hands, his tongue, his mouth. You’ve been imagining feeling those anonymous kisses, licks, and nips. Ahh, yeah, you’re breathing faster now. You can almost feel him holding you, stroking you, and then when you’re almost ready to scream from the teasing, you finally feel that blessed sucking so strong your eyes cross with the pleasure and pain all rolled into one.”
He was touching me now. Oh, God, I’d never needed to be touched more than now. His right hand slipped across my chest while he breathed his words into my ear. So intimate and so erotic at the same time. But his hand had a mission as it slid down my sweat-slicked chest, down into the top of my towel.
“You can have it, Josiah. It’s right there in front of you. Just tell me what you need, and I’ll help you take it.”
Sebastian was stroking me now under that damned towel that I wanted gone, burned, just anywhere but wrapped around me, cutting me off from what I wanted. His hand was making leisurely strokes up and down my length, too slowly. I wanted harder. I wanted dirtier. I needed...
“Tell me what you want, Josiah. Tell me what you need.”
I couldn’t resist anymore. I had no choice but to let my dirty, filthy mind take over and finally ask for what I wanted. And how fitting it was that a former priest was helping me see the light. The bastard. I’d probably hate him tomorrow, but tonight he was my savior.
“I need to be bad, Father. Will you help me be bad?”
“Fuuuuck, you dirty boy. I never thought I would want to be called that ever again, but I fucking love hearing you beg me like that. I don’t think I could ever deny you if you called me Father.”
“Please.”
That was all my brain could come up with because my need was too strong to deny now. I wanted it, but I needed Sebastian to help me take it.
“I’ll help you, but you have to tell me what you want first.”
“You know what I want.” I may have whined, but I couldn’t help it.
Sebastian chuckled. “Yes, I do, but I’m not letting you get off easy.” He snickered at his own joke then continued, “You can’t hide here. No clothes or manners to hide behind. You have to let loose and say it.”
My lips clamped tight, and I shook my head slightly. I heard Sebastian take a deep breath and then felt his chest vibrate against my back when he hummed his displeasure.
“Mmmm, don’t be a brat, Josiah. Do I have to make you say it?”
My cock twitched in his hand, and he squeezed me tighter in his grip. Along with that almost too tight squeeze, he bit into my neck gently but firmly while growling a deep rumble that curled my toes.
“Fuck, you do, don’t you? You want me to make you say it and then make you do it, don’t you?”
I could only summon a whimper when I nodded my head, then everything moved at a lightning pace from there. Sebastian wrapped one of his large hands around the back of my neck and marched me toward the wall and a hole that had just been vacated. You could tell it was still occupied on the other side from the long pink, hungry tongue that was poking through the opening.
“See that? He’s begging for a cock to fill his mouth, Josiah, and you’re gonna make his night. No, don’t push back against me, walk up there and stick that pretty cock in there.”
I didn’t have a choice, and that fact alone had me almost ready to burst. I hadn’t been under anyone’s control in a long time, but unlike the last time, this didn’t feel remotely the same. I felt like if I really did protest, then Sebastian would back off. But I didn’t want him to. This was exactly what I had dreamed about but never had the courage to do.
I used the comforting feel of Sebastian’s hand on me to push me forward, where he placed my cock up to the hole, just barely letting the tip touch the tongue. The tongue jerked when my flesh touched it, then it went wild, licking and moving all around to taste as much of me as it could.
FUCK!
I’d never felt anything so good. I’d only had one blow job in my lifetime, and that had been a disaster. Now, I knew what I’d been missing. Jesus, it was so good. I held in my groan, but Sebastian didn’t want that.
“Let me hear you. Don’t be shy. I want you to let it go, Josiah.”
Having said that, he nudged me to go forward, which stuck even more of my cock through the opening. Now, not just the tongue was playing. The whole mouth sucked me in, and my mind went blank. My whole world shrank into that small space where my cock was being worshipped by an anonymous mouth on the other side of that wall. I grunted and groaned quietly, but Sebastian wasn’t satisfied. His quiet words were whispering into my ear, the feeling of his breath on that spot behind my ear sending tingles up my scalp.
“You feel that hot mouth sucking on you? What’s he doing to you, Josiah? Is he licking into your slit? Is he going to swallow you so far, he chokes? Mmm, yeah. You like that idea, don’t you? You want that guy to choke on your dick and cry for you?”
Fuck. The mouth had been sucking and licking, but he must have heard Sebastian because he had started working me as far back in his mouth as he could fit. My groans were louder now, and Sebastian kept up his fucking filthy words.
