The confessor continues, oblivious to my struggle.“But I want to act on them so badly,” the confessor says with a sigh.“I know it’s wrong, but I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Cole’s hand moves faster, his grip tightening.I’m barely holding it together, desire and guilt warring within me.“We...we must resist temptation,” I manage to say, my voice strained.“Pray for strength and guidance.”
“You’re right, Father,” the confessor says.“I’ll try to be stronger.”Cole’s lips are at my ear again.
“Are you feeling strong right now, Father?”he whispers teasingly, nipping my earlobe.His free hand slides down to cup my balls, tugging gently.I have to bite my lip hard to keep from crying out.
“For your penance,” I say hurriedly to the confessor, “Say three Hail Marys and reflect on the virtues of chastity.”My voice breaks on the last word as Cole’s thumb swipes over my sensitive tip again.“Go in peace, my child.”
As soon as I hear the confessional door close, I grab Cole’s wrist, stilling his movements.“My dirty little Angel,” I growl, spinning him around and pressing him against the wall.His eyes are dark with desire, a wicked grin on his face.
“Did I do something wrong, Father?”he asks innocently.“Perhaps I need to confess my sins.”
I crash my lips to his, swallowing his moan.My hands roam his body urgently, desperate to touch every inch of him.Cole arches against me, grinding our hips together.
While our lips are locked, Cole angles me so that I end up sitting on the small bench in the confessional booth.Another parishioner enters the booth next door, and I freeze, my heart pounding.Cole gives me a mischievous look and slowly sinks to his knees between my legs.
“Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” the new confessor begins.I clear my throat, trying to keep my voice steady.“Go ahead, my child.”
Cole’s fingers dance along my thigh, inching higher with maddening slowness.I bite my lip to stifle a gasp as he palms me through my slacks.This beautiful, reckless boy will be the death of me.
As the parishioner starts speaking, Cole unzips my pants the rest of the way and frees my still-hard cock.He looks up at me with those mesmerizing green eyes as he takes me into his mouth.I have to bite my lip hard to stifle a groan.
“I’ve been struggling with anger lately,” the confessor says.“I keep losing my temper with my family.”
Cole’s tongue swirls around the head of my cock as I struggle to focus on the confession.His mouth is hot and wet, driving me to distraction.I grip the edge of the bench, fighting to keep my voice steady.
“Anger can be...challenging,” I manage to say.“We must strive for patience and understanding.”
Cole takes me deeper, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks, his head bobs faster, his hand working what doesn’t fit in his mouth.My hips buck involuntarily and I have to bite back a moan.Fuck, his mouth is fantastic.
The confessor continues, oblivious to what is happening in the booth next to them.“I know I should be more patient, Father.But sometimes it’s so hard.”
“Yes,” I gasp as Cole’s tongue does something particularly wicked.“It can be...very hard.”
Cole is bobbing on my cock, saliva sliding down his chin as he looks up at me, and just like my fantasies, his eyes are sparkling, His lips are spread wide around my girth, and his cheeks are flushed.I thread my fingers in his hair, guiding his head up and down.I’m trembling with the effort of staying quiet, heat building low in my belly.
“For your penance,” I say, my voice shaking, “s-say an Act of Contrition and reflect on ways to cultivate patience in your daily life.”Cole increases his pace, taking me impossibly deep.I grip his hair tighter, my thighs tensing as I fight to hold back.
“Go in peace,” I manage to choke out as the confessor leaves.As soon as I hear the door close, I let out a strangled moan.“Oh fuck, Cole...”He pulls off with a wet pop, looking up at me with lust-darkened eyes.
“Cum for me, Caleb,” he whispers with a smirk, before swallowing me down again.
With a muffled cry, I explode down his throat, my whole body shuddering with the force of my orgasm.As the waves of pleasure subside, I slump back against the confessional wall, panting heavily.Cole rises from his knees, a satisfied smirk on his face.He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before leaning in to kiss me deeply.I can taste myself on his tongue.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” I murmur against his lips.Cole chuckles softly.
“What a way to go though, right?”He winks and discreetly slips out of the booth like he was never there.
Twenty-Eight
Cole
Abcdefu - Gayle
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month.It's been four weeks since Charlotte set up her office here and I can honestly say I hate her.She is a stage 5 clinger and I swear to fuck she is more and more flirty with Caleb every time I see them together.Caleb assures me over and over it's harmless, it's just her grief… blah, blah, blah.
