Page 144 of The Sinner's Sanctuary

“Would you rather I came down to your place? Get some takeout and be normal for a few hours?”

Now that he mentions it, we haven’t been “normal” since the holiday weekend. I find myself nodding. “Yeah.”

“Promise you’ll still fuck me?”

I smile. “Swear to God.”

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The incessant beeping.“Babe,” I murmur, reaching for Christian and coming up empty, my hand landing on the pillow and not his face. I crack open one eye. “Chris?”

The shower is running. I groan and scoot to his nightstand, fumble for his phone and swipe to shut off his alarm. It’s meant to wake us both, but it’s too fucking early. There’s more than enough time for us to ignore it for another half hour.

Might as well multi-task.

I crawl out of his bed, open the door to his bathroom, and enjoy the silhouette of his arched back as he rinses his hair in the shower. “Move over,” I grumble, joining him, my hands running up his sides and cupping his pecs, pinching his nipples to make them hard. I do love this tiny shower sometimes.

He turns and wraps his arms around my neck, my cock growing hard along with his. We kiss, slow and deep, our mouths sliding smoothly in the water. Reaching between us, I take our dicks in my hand and slowly stroke them together, keeping my mouth sealed to his.

His hand moves to my crack, his fingers sliding through it,teasing my hole and making me groan into the kiss. He gives my lower lip a rough tug. “Miss me, babe?”

“Yes—I mean, your alarm woke me up.”

“Uh-huh.” He rocks into my grip. “Let me inside this dick. Play with me.”

“Inside…? Oh, Christian…you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“It’s gonna feel so good.” He presses kisses to my neck, his fingers to my hole. “Let me in.”

My knees weaken at the thought, my brain melting. I’ve never done anything close to this before.How long has he been thinking about it?

Using my left hand to jerk him, I tug at my foreskin, stretching it past my tip while I consider his request. There’s a tug in my balls as my anatomy stretches with it. I’ve never cared for my foreskin—it’s an ugly thing, and it’s always made me different. It’s a product of having a father from Greece who was also uncircumcised along with the rest of the men on his side of the family. I’m always in a hurry to get it out of the way when I’m with someone, and Christian rarely shows much interest in it. Until now. Or maybe it’s hard to pay attention to what he’s interested in when my cock is in his mouth.

I have no clue what I’m doing.

“Soap me up,” he says. “I’ll clean you from the inside.”

My vision actually blurs.

I’m so hard, I’m not sure he’llfitinside. I let go of him to rub a bar of soap in my hand and use it to get him lathered. Nervous breaths huff out of me—the feel of his silken length has me hot, and the steam isn’t helping. I lean back on the tile wall, not trusting my body to hold me up. He encroaches, aiming his tip at mine. He gives my foreskin a few longer tugs, being rougher with me than I was.

I breathe through the intense stretch and brace myself with my hands on his hips. He manages the details, widening myopening with two fingers, and holding my cock steady as our tips meet. After a few slips, his cock slides in, and I gasp.

The sensation is mind-blowing. Too much. The sight of my foreskin encasing both our cocks is obscene. I let out an abrupt shout as his crown slides over my shaft, creating a lewd bulge between us.

“Oh, shit, that’s hot,” he breathes, staring down at our crude joining.

I dig my nails into his flesh and let him handle us. The raw slip of him against my naked cock is the definition of violation, but in the best, most erotic way possible. I’m a mess of sounds and muscle tension, fighting to allow the direct stimulation while not sliding down the wall and melting into the drain. “Fuck, baby…fffuuucckk…”

“So goddamnsnug, babe. I’m gonna come right on your dick,” he says, his fist around the bulge, keeping us intimately joined, rubbing and tugging and pressing and staring.

“Come,” I tell him. “Come inside me…”

“This feels insane,” he breathes. “So fucking good.Umph…I can’t hold it.”

I groan again, my legs trembling, and my neurons fraying. “Give it to me,” I growl, not sure how much more I can take.

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