Page 44 of Bloom: Part 2

“Are you going to continue arguing with me at the altaryoucreated to worship me?”

A second passed. And another. Bloom bowed his head, the defiance softening. It was wrong of me to force him. I knew that. But I was out of options. I had to hit him where he would understand the significance, since his brain wasn’t wired like mine.

Bloom’s performance of his ritual moved me just as much as it had done the first time I accidentally walked into his bathroom and saw his shrine. Methodically, he lit the candles, showed devotion to the framed photo with a kiss, then got down on his knees. He couldn’t bow as he did before because of the wound in his chest. I clenched my hands into fists.

No one can hurt him. I’m doing this for his own good.

“Today I vow once more to be only yours in my heart, mind, body, and soul.” I closed my eyes, letting his words wash over me. “I pledge myself to protect, to revere, and to honor only you. For in you, I see the divine. You are my hope, my redemption, my s-salvation.”

His voice cracked on the last word, but he plunged on. “Nothing but death shall separate me from you. My hands are stained with the blood of men, but through the symbol of your blood, I am made clean.”

I picked up the knife and a disposable wipe. I cleaned the blade, then slit the fleshy side of my palm a bit deeper thanI’d planned. Bloom inhaled sharply, grabbing my hand when I would have put away the blade.

“Don’t let it go to waste,” he whispered. I didn’t dare move as he licked the blade, cleaning the blood on it with his tongue.

His gaze bore into me as he ran his tongue along the edge. A shiver ran down my spine at its red-and-silver dance. When it was clean, he took my bleeding palm, his grip strong. He held it slightly higher than his mouth, letting my blood drip onto his outstretched tongue.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Each drip elicited a shiver through me. His eyes never left mine. They were filled with raw emotion that made my heart clench with desire.

This was Bloom in his purest form, stripped of all his defenses in worship at my feet. In this moment, I was his god. I knew whatever I told him, he would do. It was wrong of me to exploit this side of him, but I needed him to listen to me. I needed him alive more than I needed my last breath.

When the wound had bled enough, he gently closed his lips around it. His warm tongue traced over my palm, working to clean away what was left of my blood.

“Bloom,” I said breathlessly. “Do you know why I brought you here?”

He gave me a slight nod, continuing to suck on my wound.

“I need you to listen to me and to do exactly what I say. You’ll forget about the car and not put yourself in any harm. Is that clear?”

Bloom dropped my hand and pressed against the bulge at the front of my jeans. “Logan.” He mouthed the material, rubbing his face against the hard swell. “Need you.”

Fuck.

We were still at his altar. Was it sacrilege to fuck him in the same place where he worshipped me?

“Bloom,” I choked out. His hand was unyielding, kneading and squeezing me through the fabric. A bolt of heat speared through me. “This is…” I shook my head at a loss for words. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“It’s the perfect place.” He unsnapped the button of my jeans, and the zipper went down quickly. “I’ve dreamed of doing this since I learned how good sex with you is. To be naked at my altar and be fucked by you.”

“Aren’t you sore?”

He pulled my cock out and took me between his lips.

“Shit.”

I grabbed the edge of the “altar” to keep my balance. Bloom took more of me into his mouth, swirling his tongue around in a maddening rhythm that left me moaning.

He slid his hands up my thighs, gripping them tightly as his mouth worked on me with fervor. Beads of perspiration formed on my forehead. Heat pooled in my lower belly, building, threatening to explode any minute.

He pulled back, spat on my dick, and stroked me. With his other hand, he balanced against my thigh and rose to his feet. “Lube.” He released me.

I didn’t move, my head still spinning from the way our day had flipped through the extremes. But Bloom shoved his pants down the swell of his ass, and yup, I was just like any other red hot blooded gay top when he spotted a nice rear end. I lubed my cock generously while he presented me with his back, watching me over his shoulder.

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