that I had no time to think about resisting, until I was impaled on his cock. The abrupt thickness of him filling me up seemed to push all the air out of my lungs. My fingers curled into his shoulders, finding the string of rosary beads once again.
“No going back now,” he said, his words tight.
I pressed my knees into the bench, lifting myself up his length before lowering back down, his moan reverberating in the enclosed space.
“They’re going to hear you, Father,” I warned, riding him in slow, undulating movements.
“I don’t care.” He pressed me down again, my ass bouncing off his thighs from the impact. “I want this. You and Stavros, I want you both.”
I closed my hand around both sides of the rosary, holding the string of beads taut, just below his throat. “Then sit back and enjoy the ride.”
My mind went blank as I rode him like a rodeo queen, holding the rosary tight around his neck for leverage. I didn’t let myself think about how much I was growing to care about him, swallowing his moans with hard kisses as my pussy swallowed up his cock. Nor did I think about how badly I needed to get away, to protect him and the others. That would just be hypocritical as I encouraged him to grab my ass, to fuck me from below so we crashed into each other with hard smacks of flesh.
The whole church had to know why the confessional rocked and scraped against the wall, but that dark, tiny little box was our whole world for a few moments. My greedy, selfish ass never wanted it to end. I couldn’t get enough of his gasps when he was seated all the way inside me, or the red marks on my skin from his hands and mouth.
When he swelled and stiffened, then clutched me like a lifeline as he spilled his release, I forced myself to feed in tiny sips, not wanting to drain him too much. The potency of him washed over me in shivers, like aftershocks of another orgasm.
He stayed inside me while softening, still holding me and panting. I searched for regret, loss, any of that familiar shame or guilt in his taste, but there was none.
“I have a confession, Father,” I whispered, nuzzling a kiss onto his neck.
He huffed out a tired laugh. “What is it?”
“I don’t want to leave.”
He couldn’t know if I was talking about Bethel in its entirety, or the confessional. I wasn’t entirely sure myself, but he just tightened his arms around me and kissed my forehead.
“Then stay right here.”
23
Not Even God
Kais
“Why are you spread eagle on the floor, and why did Caitlin Marks tell me you were evacuating the chapel?”
Azariah opened one eye, his wings stretched out at his sides and a notable bulge in his borrowed sweatpants. He had a glazed smile on his lips and I was a little afraid of what his answer to my question might be.
“I wanted to give them their privacy,” Az whispered.
His head turned to stare down the aisle and I followed his look to the dark wood of the confessional booth. There was a groan, ragged and male, and then a bright female gasp.
“Oh fuck, Zach, yes!”
It was quiet, but not quiet enough for me or Az to miss it, and the angel sighed and squirmed on the cold stone floor. Still, it took me a minute to process what I was hearing, and I huffed and covered my face as the confessional squeaked and thumped, twin muffled cries slipping out, before the chapel went totally silent again.
Az hummed happily. “Shit. That was good. You should’ve heard the sounds he got out of her before they started actually fucking. Sincerely impressive for a virgin, I gotta say. I think most of your people missed it though.”
“But you stayed,” I ground out, moving my hand to glare down at him.
Azariah winked at me. “Come on, Father Kais. Can you blame me?”
The fucking angel was a voyeur. Honestly, why didn’t that surprise me at this point? Worse, I couldn’t answer his question because I’d gotten off the night before listening to Deyva’s soft whispers as Stav and Zach moaned. It wasn’t them, my two best friends touching, it was just the idea of her in there. Were they touching her too? Fucking her? Or did she need my cock filling her up as she watched them?
“Yeah, it’s hard when you’re left out of the fun, isn’t it?” Azariah asked,