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It wasn’t fair, but I wasn’t sorry.
“Little lamb…” He brought his pointer fingers to his lips in the prayer position, removing them from his lap, exposing his hardness.
My mouth watered as hunger stirred in my gut. “I’m sorry for tempting you.”
I wasn’t, but it felt like the right thing to say.
“Do you want absolution?” He hesitated over the word.
“No. It would be a lie.”
The sentence sat heavy between us.
But my soul felt lighter.
“What about me makes these urges worse,” Anthony asked.
Did he want to know?
“Look at me,” I demanded.
He did as I asked.
“Do I make you want to sin?”
“Every day.” He pressed one hand into his hard-on, taunting me with it.
“I’m not here every day.”
He laughed, but it wasn’t filled with joy or delight—this was sinister. “You believe I don’t think of you long after you’ve left? Well into the night? I avoided you for weeks without reprieve. I made myself raw seeking relief and still I’m before you, barely holding it together.”
“Is it wrong that I like it?”
“No more wrong than me not requesting a transfer to another parish,” he said, fingers now wrapped around himself, cassock pulled tight over his thighs while outlining his massive cock.
My mouth watered. Saliva pooled on my lip. I’d never had the pleasure. We’d danced around our demons, barely discovering our needs by the time we were torn apart. What kept me in my seat must have been God’s intervention because in no way did I have the strength.
“Why haven’t you?”I asked him.
“I don’t want to disappear again.” From you was left unsaid, but I felt the sentiment.
“Will we always live in the shadows of what will never be?”
“I don’t know,” he admitted.
“I don’t think I can stop myself.” I clutched myself, releasing some of the strain in my tented slacks.
His gaze strayed to the movement, and he groaned. “Let me see you.” He wasn’t asking.
I took my time undoing my button and lowering my zipper, anticipation building between us. I kept my gaze on the side of his face as I slipped my hand inside my briefs, freeing my cock. The tip wept and stiffened, impossibly harder with his eyes on me.
“Stroke yourself.”
I did as he asked in front of God, nothing shielding the lewd act. We were exposed for anyone to happen upon in the wide open nave.
“Squeeze,” he commanded.
My fingers hugged my thickness, putting on a show, dying for him to touch me, but his gaze was enough to bring me to the brink. I wouldn’t last long. “Connor.”
