Page 29 of Preacher Man
I pulled back again, my hand still gripping him firmly.“Ethan, look at me.”
His eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy.
“This isn’t wrong,” I said, my voice steady and sure.“This is love.And I’m not letting you throw it away because you’re scared.”
He shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks.“I’m not strong like you, Jake.I can’t just...“
“You are,” I insisted.“Ethan, you are strong.You are brave.And you are loved.So fucking loved, Ethan.”
Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.The one thing I’d never done for a man.I reached into my pocket and pulled out a condom.Something had told me to bring one when I left my house.I ripped it open with my teeth, then I put it on Ethan’s leaking cock.Then I pulled my jeans off, and laid face down on the desk, scattering papers to the floor.“Take me, Ethan.Make me yours.”
“Jake...what are you doing?”
“Giving you a choice,” I said, my voice steady despite the pounding in my chest.“You can either walk away, or you can take what you want.What you need.What we both need.”
He hesitated, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.I saw the struggle in his eyes, the fear, and the longing.And I knew I was playing with fire.But I also knew that sometimes, the only way to save someone is to burn with them.
“Ethan,” I said, my voice softer now, “it’s okay to want this.It’s okay to want me.”
He took a step forward, then another, until he was standing right behind me.I could feel his heat, his trembling.His hands hovered over my back, not quite touching.
“I...I don’t know how,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
I reached back, taking one of his hands and guiding it to my hip.“Yes, you do,” I said.“Just listen to your heart.Listen to your body.”
His grip tightened on my hip, and I felt him press against me.His breath was hot on my back, his heart pounding against my skin.I reached back with my other hand, guiding him, showing him what to do.
He was hesitant at first, his movements uncertain.
“Ethan,” I gasped as the first inch slid inside.God, his cock was thick.“I’ve never done this before.Please, I need you inside of me.”
He leaned over me, his chest against my back, his lips at my ear.“Jake,” he whispered, his voice raw.“I...I think I love you.”
“Show me, Preacher Man.Give me everything you’ve got.”
He pushed forward, slow and steady, filling me completely.I gripped the edge of the desk, knuckles white, as he began to move.His thrusts were tentative at first, but they grew more confident with each stroke.I could feel the tension in his body, the coiled need that matched my own.
“Yes,” I hissed, pushing back against him, meeting each thrust.“This is who we are, Ethan.This is what we need.”
His hands roamed my back, my sides, my hips, grasping and needy.He leaned down, his lips finding my spine, kissing and worshiping every inch of me.I could feel his tears mingling with the sweat on my skin.This was more than just sex; it was a release, a confession, a baptism.
The desk creaked beneath us, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing through the small office.The air was thick with the scent of us, the heat of our bodies, the raw intensity of our connection.
His pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps.I reached down, gripping myself, stroking in time with his thrusts.Pleasure coiled in my gut, building and building until I was on the edge, ready to fall.
“Ethan,” I gasped, his name a prayer on my lips.“I’m close.So close.”
He groaned, his fingers digging into my hips, his body tensing.I could feel him swelling inside me, pushing me over the edge.I came with a cry, spilling onto the desk, my body shuddering with release.
Ethan followed, his last thrusts erratic, his breath hot on my neck.He collapsed on top of me, his heart pounding against my back.We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined, our breaths slowly synchronizing.
I turned my head, looking at him over my shoulder.His eyes were closed, tears clinging to his lashes.He looked broken, but also, somehow, at peace.I reached up, cupping his cheek, my thumb brushing away the tears.
Ethan’s breath was still shaky against my shoulder, his softening cock still buried inside me, when a door opened somewhere in the church.
We both froze.
Footsteps echoed through the sanctuary—measured, unhurried.Someone had come in.Someone was here.
