long, and it was fun to see the way he wanted to soak it up like a sponge with Deyva and I now. I moved carefully, settling back against the headboard, and Zach arched and twisted as that left him sinking onto my cock, seated right to the hilt.
“Hollllyy shitt, Stav, I’m not sure that’s—”
I laughed and he moaned at the vibration, pressing his cheek into my lips as I kissed there. “Just hang on. Spread your legs a bit for me, yeah?”
He did, thighs tense and trembling. His breath hitched as my hand moved down between us, playing with his sac a bit before searching under, fingertips pressing and waiting for that moment of—
“Ah!” Zach yelped, hips kicking, fucking himself on my dick in a way that made my eyes cross. His soft cock twitched and started to thicken as I swirled my fingers over the spot.
“Told you I’d have you coming on my cock,” I gasped out as Zach started to buck.
“Oh Stav, fuck, oh God, yes!” Zach spewed a litany of praises and pleas as I worked his prostate, trying to focus on him and not the way he gripped me so tight I thought my dick was about to break off.
“Well, what do we have here?”
Zach and I both paused, panting, as Deyva pressed the bedroom door shut behind her, gaze red with hunger as she stared at us on the bed.
“Hey, babe,” I greeted, breathless, making Zach squirm for her pleasure with my fingers against him.
“Hey, honeypot,” she answered, lips quirking.
“Uhh...happy one month,” I said. I’d meant to do a thing, but Kais kinda had a lock on the bringing her flowers routine, so this would do. “I got you a present.”
Deyva laughed and grinned, eyeing our flushed and sweaty lover as he tried to ride me, whimpering and whining for more. “Prettiest present ever. Looks tasty too. Can I lick it?”
“Please,” Zach moaned. “Please, please, please.”
“The present approves,” I answered, voice tight as Zach clenched.
Deyva ran for the bed, pouncing on the mattress, making it—and Zach and I—bounce, a plethora of moans rising. Deyva swallowed Zach down with little effort, and I figured all of Bethel probably caught his resulting howl. She batted my hand away, taking over the work of tormenting him, and I settled my hands on his hips, helping him ride me. I figured we might end up owing Zach an apology for the litany of sacrilege that came out of his mouth next, but it was worth it for the way his ass milked me like the greediest mouth ever.
“Not gonna last,” I gasped.
“Go on,” Deyva said, lifting her head enough to let me see the vibrant shade of crimson in her eyes. “Fill up that pretty ass. I’ll lick it clean too.”
Zach and I were both goners after that, bucking and fucking like wild animals, giving Deyva every last drop of lust, cum, and desperate pleasure we had to offer.
I was finishing cleaning up the remnants of the schoolroom art project the next day, musing that paper maché goop and cum were disconcertingly similar, my lips twitching at the sexual turn my brain had taken, when a hand settled on my shoulder
“Father Stavros.”
My smile turned into a cringe and I wrestled it down into a smooth, impassive expression before turning to find Emma Smythe at my back, standing a little too close. There was nothing particularly cringe-worthy about Emma, only that she’d caught me in a weak and somewhat inebriated moment a couple years ago and had proceeded to make use of me every few months, up until Deyva’s arrival. She was married, and eighty percent of the time she and her husband seemed happy. The other twenty percent, one or both of them was looking for release elsewhere. It wasn’t totally uncommon in Bethel, we all felt a bit caged up in this town, but I had a feeling that if I had Deyva’s ability to flavor emotions, Emma’s around me might be tinged with something unpalatable.
“Mrs. Smythe,” I said, nodding. “I’m just finishing up here.”
“I know, I…” Emma’s head turned, a lock of auburn hair falling over her cheek as she pretended to blush. “I was hoping to speak to you alone.”
The windows of the room rattled and I glanced in their direction, eyes widening at the whip and toss of the trees outside, a flurry of brown leaves streaking by. It had been nice out, relatively speaking, just an hour ago when I’d left Kais at