With a frustrated sigh, I reached over and switched off the light, plunging the room into darkness. The moonlight filtered through the thin curtains, casting strange shadows across the bare walls. I tossed my phone onto the nightstand and settled back against the pillows, my cock still half-hard but my interest waning.
“Fucking waste of time,” I muttered to myself, pulling the sheet up to my waist.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. Men like Mike, men who pretended they were above it all, liked to talk a big game when temptation was right in front of them. However, when it came down to actuallydoingthe thing, they had a tendency to chicken out. They were hungry, but the fear got the better of them. I’d seen it plenty of times before.
Still, I couldn’t help the disappointment that settled in my chest. For a moment there, in his study, I’d thought he might actually have the guts to go through with it. The way he’d melted under my kiss, the little sounds he’d made...fuck, he’d wanted it bad. But wanting and taking were two different things.
I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to sleep. The house was quiet except for the occasional creak of old wood settling. No footsteps in the hallway. No hesitant knock at my door. Nothing.
Just as I was about to drift off, I heard it, the soft click of a door opening somewhere in the house. My eyes snapped open, ears straining in the darkness. Slow, careful footsteps padded down the hall, pausing just outside my room.
I kept perfectly still, my heart suddenly pounding in my chest. The footsteps stopped. For a long moment, there was nothing but silence. Then, ever so slowly, my door pushed open wider.
I kept my breathing deep and even, pretending to be asleep. Through barely-open eyes, I could make out Mike’s silhouette in the doorway, a darker shadow against the darkness of the hall. He stood there watching me, clearly wrestling with himself.
Come on, I thought.Do it. Take what you want.
He moved into the room like a man approaching the gallows, each step hesitant but deliberate. I could hear his shallow breathing as he drew closer to the bed. When he reached the edge, he paused again, and I could practically feel the heat radiating off him.
His hand reached out, hovering over the sheet that covered my lower half. I felt the slight disturbance in the air above my skin, the whisper of movement as he struggled with his decision.
Then, with a gentleness that surprised me, his fingertips brushed against my bare chest. The touch was feather-light, almost reverent, as if he were touching something sacred. His fingers trailed down, tracing the lines of my muscles, exploring the texture of my chest hair.
I let out a soft sigh, as if stirring slightly in my sleep, and his hand froze. But he didn’t pull away. Instead, after a moment, his touch became bolder, his palm flattening against my stomach.
I felt my cock stir beneath the sheet, hardening again at his exploration. His hand moved lower, fingers brushing the edge of the sheet, then slipping underneath. When his cool fingers wrapped around my shaft, I couldn’t maintain the charade any longer.
I opened my eyes fully, catching his startled gaze in the moonlight. “Took you long enough,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
Mike’s hand jerked away as if burned, but I caught his wrist before he could retreat completely. “Don’t,” I said, softer than I intended. “Don’t stop now.”
“I shouldn’t be here,” he whispered, but he made no move to pull away from my grip.
“And yet, here you are,” I replied, slowly guiding his hand back to my cock. “Touching me while I sleep. That’s a little depraved for a man of God, don’t you think?”
His face flushed, visible even in the dim light. “I... I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“I know,” I said, releasing his wrist as his fingers curled around my length once more. “I’ve been countin’ on that.”
I reached up with my free hand, grasping the back of his neck and pulling him down toward me. This time, our kiss wasnothing like the gentle exploration in his study. This was raw, hungry, desperate. I bit at his lower lip, drawing a moan from him that sent heat surging through my veins.
“It… It’s been so long,” he said when I finally pulled away, his voice full of fear.
“Then take your clothes off,” I commanded against his mouth. “No reason to wait.”
Mike hesitated only briefly before straightening up and pulling his t-shirt over his head. In the moonlight, his body was a study in contrasts. He was lean but muscled, smooth but strong. He fumbled with the drawstring of his pajama pants, his hands trembling slightly.
“Nervous, Pastor?” I taunted gently.
“Terrified,” he admitted, pushing the pants down his hips. He wore nothing underneath, and his cock sprang free, hard and eager against his stomach.
I threw back the sheet, exposing myself fully. “Come here,” I said, my voice deeper than usual.
He climbed onto the bed, straddling my thighs. The weight of him, the heat of his skin against mine, was intoxicating. I ran my hands up his sides, feeling the slight shiver that passed through him at my touch.
“Tell me what you want,” I said, looking up at him.
Mike’s eyes, now filled with desire in the darkness, met mine. “Anything,” he whispered. “And everything.”
