Page 65 of Rock Bottom

I released him with a wet pop and licked my lips, savoring the salty-bitter taste of his release. Church collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving, looking thoroughly debauched with his hair a wild, sweaty mess and his softening cock lying spent against his hip.

“That was…intense,” he panted, throwing an arm over his eyes.

I grinned and crawled up his body to press a tender kiss to his slack mouth. “Mmm, you're welcome.”

Church wrapped his arms around me, pulling me down against his broad chest. We traded soft, lazy kisses as he caught his breath, until I felt him smile against my lips.

“Your turn,” he murmured, and before I could react, he flipped us over so I was on my back with Church looming over me, a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

I was a little surprised, but I’d be crazy to turn him down. I kissed him again and reached to undo my belt. Church helped me out of my pants and underwear, slowly kissing his way down my body. His touches were reverent, like I was something precious. My chest tightened. When was the last time someone had treated me like that? Like I was worth something? I couldn’t remember. All my recent encounters had been one-night stands, and I’d left every one feeling like garbage. But nothing about this was the same. Church didn’t just treat me like I had value. He treated me like I was priceless, and I didn’t know what to do with that.

When he reached my straining erection, he paused, glancing up at me from under his lashes. “It's been a while since I've done this,” he admitted, cheeks flushing an adorable pink. “I might be a bit rusty.”

I reached down to run my fingers through his tousled hair. “There’s nothing you can do that I won’t like.”

Church nodded and tentatively wrapped his fingers around my shaft, giving a few experimental pumps. I inhaled sharply at the contact, my neglected cock throbbing eagerly in his grasp. Finding his courage, Church leaned in and licked up the underside of my length, base to tip. When he reached the head, he swirled his tongue around it, lapping at the pre-cum beading from the slit.

“Fuck, kitten, your tongue feels so good,” I groaned, fighting the urge to buck up into the wet heat of his mouth.

Church hummed, pleased, and slowly took the head between his plush lips, giving a gentle suck. My hands fisted in the sheets as pleasure sang through my body. He was a bit clumsy and unsure at first, but what he lacked in technique he more than made up for in enthusiasm. He slowly took more of my length into his mouth, inch by inch, until his nose was nestled in the wiry curls at the base. He paused, breathing heavily through his nose as he adjusted to the intrusion.

“Oh fuck, Christian,” I panted, tangling my fingers in his hair. “So perfect, kitten, you're doing so good.”

He preened at the praise, blue eyes shining up at me as he started to bob his head. He found a rhythm, taking me deep on every downstroke until his nose brushed my pelvis. Wet sounds filled the room as he worked me over with his talented mouth, and it was the hottest thing I'd ever heard.

Church pulled off to catch his breath, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to the tip of my cock. The picture was obscene, and completely filthy, but I wanted to take a snapshot of him like that and hold on to it forever. He licked his reddened, spit-slick lips and dove back in, sucking me down to the root. My eyes rolled back, and I fought the urge to fuck up into his willing throat. He was just too good, too perfect, and I was completely at his mercy.

“Fuck, just like that,” I panted. “God, you’re so good at this.”

He hummed around me in response, the vibrations shooting sparks of pleasure up my spine. Drool dribbled down his chin, making the glide of his lips even slicker, filthier. I watched in awe as he bobbed up and down my length, cheeks hollowed and eyes watering from the strain. But still, he didn't let up, sucking me down like he was starving for it.

Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in my core, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding still. “Christian, I'm close,” I warned, my voice ragged. “If you keep that up I'm gonna…”

Church just hummed around me and doubled his efforts, bobbing faster, sucking harder. He looked up at me through his lashes, eyes dark with lust, and that was it. My back arched off the bed as my orgasm slammed into me, wave after wave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure crashing over me. I cried out Church's name like a prayer as I spilled down his throat, fingers clenching in his hair.

He worked me through it, swallowing everything I gave him until I was boneless and spent. Dazed, I watched him release my softening cock and lick his reddened lips, looking pleased with himself. He crawled up my body to claim my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss, and I could taste myself on his tongue.

“Was that okay?” he asked shyly when we parted, searching my face. As if he had anything to be insecure about after wrecking me so thoroughly.

I smiled softly and cupped Church's face in my hands, stroking my thumbs over his flushed cheeks. “Oh kitten, that was more than okay. That was incredible. You're incredible.”

A pleased little grin spread across his kiss-swollen lips. “Really?”

“Really.” I pulled him down for another tender kiss. When we parted, I wrapped my arms around him and rolled us onto our sides so we were facing each other. Church tucked his head under my chin with a contented sigh, tangling our legs together.

For a long moment we just laid there basking in the afterglow, our sweat-slicked skin cooling under the steady whirr of the fan above his bed. Church traced idle patterns on my chest with his fingertips while I trailed my fingers through his damp hair and down his back. Our breathing slowly evened out and synchronized, chests rising and falling in tandem.

“I wish we could stay like this forever,” Church murmured, echoing my earlier sentiment. “Just you and me, here in this perfect little bubble where the rest of the world can't touch us.”

“Me too.” I sighed and pressed a kiss to Church's forehead, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his skin and breathing in his intoxicating scent, an alluring mix of sweat, sex, and something uniquely him. In that moment, wrapped up in each other's arms, the rest of the world felt a million miles away. No stalkers, no threats, no responsibilities waiting for us beyond the walls of this cozy little cabin. Just me and Church, the way it was supposed to be.

Tomorrow, we’d have to deal with all of that. I didn’t want to go hide in the bunker, but Church was right. This was getting too dangerous. Until they found Oscar and got him behind bars, the bunker sounded like the safest place, even if it meant this was our last night alone together.

“Dante?” Church lifted his head and held my gaze. Somehow, I knew exactly what he was going to say before he said it, and it was the right damn thing at the wrong damn moment. “I lo—”

I captured his mouth in a searing kiss before he could finish, swallowing down the words. If he uttered them now, I wouldn’t be able to walk away, and I had to walk away. It was what was best for both of us. Maybe that made me a coward, but I couldn't bear the thought of hurting him, of letting him down again. He deserved so much better than me.

When he pulled away, I slithered out of bed before he could try to speak again and gave a languid stretch. “How about a shower? And then you can make me breakfast before you call Boone. It’s almost morning.”

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