“What? Yeah,” I said, handing over my credit card.
He laughed, handing it right back and pointing to the payment portal. “Just swipe it for me.”
“Oh, right,” I said, doing that. Then, for no apparent reason, I blurted out, “He kissed me.”
The priest’s lips spread in a dirty-ass grin, his piercings glinting. “Oh?” he asked, leaning forward onto the counter. “Is that… not allowed? Because if you need suggestions for suitable punishments, we’ve got some O-ring gags on aisle three that—”
“What? No,” I cut in, scrubbing a hand over my face. I wasn’t gonnapunishNoah for kissing me. That just sounded fucked up. Besides, I’d fucking loved it… which was the weird part.
Scratch that. The whole thing was the weird part.
“It just shocked the shit out of me, you know?” I had no idea why my mouth was suddenly running away with me like this, but then again, Iwasin the Church of Kink, yeah? So maybe this was like… like a confessional or something. “I mean, he’s usually all about being ordered around, not… notinitiating.”
The priest plucked a dick-shaped lollipop out of a display and unwrapped it. “Tell me more, love. Get it all off your chest.”
He slid the dick into his mouth and started sucking… which just made me think of Noah again. I mean, sucking cock had a point, and that point was to shoot your load. But kissing?
“I just… I didn’t even know he was into that shit,” I said, because it was true. Not that Noah had ever had much luck with girls, but the ones he’d taken out over the years—usually because I’d set him up and always on a double-date with me and whichever chick I’d been banging at the time, so I could keep an eye on him—well, let’s just say Ihadkept a close eye on my boy during those dates, and I’d never once seen Noah kiss anyone before. Not one fucking time.
“And areyouinto that?” asked the priest, eyeing me up and down with a little smirk. “Are you into… kissing?”
Okay, what he proceeded to do to that dick pop would definitely not be classified as “kissing” as far as I was concerned… still, that tongue stud of his looked like it had interesting possibilities. I’d have to make a mental note to bring it up with Noah someday in the future when we were in a position that his parentals wouldn’t have a flying shit fit over me decorating my boy with something like that.
Or… huh. Should I getmytongue pierced?
I’d never really thought about sucking dick myself, but I bet I could drive Noah fucking insane if I got a piercing like that and then used it on that pretty little cock of his.
I grinned, but then yanked my mind back to the kissing question because suddenly the idea of getting Noah in my mouth was a littletooexciting, and this wasn’t the time or place for that shit.
“Mmmm, something tells me it’s a yes,” purred the priest, licking the dick pop exactly the way I had just been imagining doing my boy. “Youareinto… kissing.”
“Yeah,” I said. Correction: “I mean, I’m into kissingNoah.”
If “into” meant “goddamn obsessed with,” now that my boy had gone and taken us there. It was like now that I’d had a taste of him, I couldn’t stop. Sometimes, I even ended up kissing him for so damn long that I forgot all about moving us on to other, cum-inducing activities. Sometimes now, I kissed him just… justbecause.
“So…justNoah?” the priest asked with a weird little pout.
What the fuck was that about?
Hold up, was heflirtingwith me? That was fucking weird.
“Yeah,” I said, grabbing my bag off the counter. Confessional over. “Just Noah.”
Just Noah for everything.
Now that I had Noah’s collar and had paid for all my shit, I had zero remaining use for the priest and even less for any of his innuendo bullshit, so I ignored whatever he followed up that pouty look with and headed out to the parking lot.
Not gonna lie, though, I was suddenly feeling way outside my comfort zone. Not about the priest dude or the kinky sex store, but… but the other shit we’d been discussing. Like, take kissing. And I didn’t mean kissing Noah, because that was… Jesus. It wasepic.
But kissing in general?
I’d kissed a shit-ton of girls over the years, since most of them seemed to like that kind of thing, but that had been for them, not for me. Personally, I’d just never been a big fan before now. Not that I’d hated the actual feel of the lip lock or anything, it had just seemed… well, kinda pointless, I guess? As in, if a chick wanted to get her mouth involved while we were hooking up, I had nine solid inches she could put that mouth to better use on, you know?
Besides, in my experience, kissing girls tended to have the unwanted side effect of making them think that our hookups might mean something more than they actually did, a fact I should’ve caught onto way back with Gretchen Myers. So eventually, kissing had gone from being not my favorite activity, to something I’d started actively avoiding… but kissing Noah was different.
Kissing Noahdidmean something more, becausehemeant something more.
I clicked the fob to unlock my Jeep and realized I was grinning like a damn fool for no fucking reason at all.
