Page 70 of The Cult

“I’m not gonna leave you, I promise.”

“Where’re you going then?”

“Need to clean up our tracks.” I raised my hand and waved the towel.

“Okay, don’t take too long.” He disappeared behind the bathroom wall.

I retraced our steps and toweled off the water and mud we’d dragged in leading to my room, erasing all traces of us. Having Abel in my room wasn’t the best idea, but I couldn’t stand another minute of him shivering from the cold. And, if I was being honest, I didn’t want the night to end yet.

Surges of excitement coursed through my senses when I returned to my room. I checked the clock for the time. It was one fifteen a.m., and everyone bar a couple of guards patrolling outside was in slumber. Abel was naked behind that wall; the image caused my cock to fill up. I pulled my wet underwear off and tossed them into the small laundry basket. My hand trembled when I pulled open the drawer. I closed my eyes to get my racing pulse to slow down. I braced my hands on the cabinet and controlled my breathing. A montage of the night we spent messing around replayed in my mind. I slid into a fresh pair of black briefs, headed toward the door, and turned the lights off.

A few minutes later, the shower stopped running. Wet footsteps approached, and I held my breath, the anticipation building with each passing moment while my sight fixated on the bathroom doorway. Seconds felt like an eternity as I waited for Abel to walk out.

Finally, he appeared. Completely naked. His dick was at full attention; his eyes searched mine. Everything faded into the background. The humming wind and tapping raindrops muted until the drumming in my chest was the only sound I could hear.

Abel stepped forward. Even in the dim light, I couldn’t miss the blaze in his gaze and inferno in his presence.

Neither of us spoke, the silence conveyed the words that failed to pass my lips.

I wanted him.

I craved him.

I needed him.

A couple more steps and he was an arm’s length away from me. My palms turned clammy while the knot in my throat grew bigger, preventing me from speaking. I swallowed hard before the tension between us consumed me.

“I wanna stay,” Abel muttered.

“You wanna stay?”

He nodded.

“Then kneel,” I growled.

Abel obeyed without hesitation, looking up at me when he was on his knees. His breathing quickened.

“Good boy,” I said, tapping his cheek. I ran my thumb across his soft lips. “Open up.”

His mouth parted.

“Mmm,” I moaned as his tongue played with the tip of my thumb. I leaned closer to his face, my cheek rubbing against his. “Remember purple?” I whispered.

He nodded, increasing the suction on my thumb. The things I wanted to do with that mouth of his. His lips popped when I pulled my finger out of his mouth. “More,” he protested, but I ignored him. He reached for the bulge in my briefs, but I slapped his hands before he touched me.

“Don’t move a muscle unless I say so,” I warned.

“Yes,” he said.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Such a good boy.” I ran my rough hand across his shoulder and down to his chest. Goosebumps flourished on Abel’s skin. “I know it’s gonna be hard, but we need to stay quiet. Can you do that for me?”

He answered with another bob of his head.

One scream from Abel and we could be exposed. Second-guessing my decision, I leaned forward and faced him. “Are you sure?”

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