Naughty November #13
Faking Perfection by Mia Watts
Father Garth Roderick is a priest with a problem. He’s had a fascination with a particular congregant for years. Though he’s never actually acknowledged his sexuality, Garth’s definitely more attracted to men than women. Fortunately, he hasn’t had to deal with making a moral decision… until the night he is caught in the dark and kissed senseless. Now he fantasizes that the kiss was from the one man he can’t forget, Eli Jennings.
For Garth, the man of his fantasies could be his, but how does he reconcile human desire with his vow to God? And for Eli, coming in second best hurts like hell, but how do you ask a man of God to leave the church and take a chance on love?
Garth needed those moments. He almost couldn’t stand the perfection of their bodies pressed together, hot where they touched, cool against his back. Hard muscle, pliant flesh, firm fingers, soft lips, tickling hair brushing his forehead captured him like no prayer ever had.
Eli tasted dark and sweet, new and familiar, safe and dangerous. Garth’s nose pressed Eli’s freshly shaved cheek. Inhaling the slightly mentholated traces of shaving cream on clean skin only made his body ache harder. He’d etch these sensations in his mind forever, to bring out again when Eli was gone and Garth returned to the forbidding walls of the church.
He’d pull them out on dark nights and relive the way Eli felt against him, the way Garth’s body tingled at every incidental touch and every deliberate caress.
Garth dragged his hands up Eli’s back. Textures changed from ass to back, back to neck. He curled his fingers over the top of Eli’s shoulders and exchange chaste, openmouthed kisses for a more intimate sharing with tongues. Garth rolled the flavors, tested the ridge of Eli’s teeth. Eli followed suit, letting Garth take the lead.
Garth dared to open his eyes. It was all blurry this close, but he made out the crescent of black lashes resting on Eli’s cheek. Eyes closed, surrendered to their kiss, Eli’s expression of adoring pleasure nearly took Garth to his knees. Eli’s cheeks hollowed slightly as his tongue rubbed against Garth’s.
Moisture collected in Garth’s eyes. Was anything more perfect than this? He didn’t think it was possible.
“Eli, show me what to do next,” he whispered across Eli’s lips.
Eli rested his forehead on Garth’s. “You really don’t know?”
“Only the vaguest of ideas.”
“What feels right?” Eli asked. “What do you want to do?”
“More of this,” he said, kissing Eli. “But it’s not enough.”
Eli chuckled softly. “No, it’s not nearly enough.”
He stroked Garth’s cheek with an extended forefinger, following the track of Garth’s long, slashing dimple. Garth had always hated them, feeling like they were signs of aging that had always been there. Most people only had dimples when they smiled. His were always slightly visible. Eli made them feel sexy.
Garth moved his hips, gasping as their cocks rubbed together.
“The way you were touching me, I thought you knew what you wanted,” Eli teased.
“I know I like how that feels on me.”
“Father, are you saying you masturbate? In the church?” Eli’s mockery couldn’t be taken as anything but lighthearted.
“Frequently.” Garth met his eyes. “The stranger in the dark features regularly.”
Eli captured his own bottom lip with his teeth. Letting it go again, Garth couldn’t help but stare at the lush fullness firming up again.
“You are so perfect,” Garth murmured.
A small, shy smile was Garth’s reward. “I’ve always thought that about you. There isn’t a thing about you I’d change.” Eli kissed him then, stealing Garth’s breath with his passionate claim.
Their tongues dueled, and Eli touched Garth almost everywhere but the one place he wanted him to touch, his cock. Still Garth clutched him for dear life, caught up in the frenzy and not knowing what to do about it to alleviate the tension building inside him.
Finally Garth broke off, his voice cracking in desperation. “Show me what to do.”
“Tell me what you want,” Eli repeated cryptically.
“What do you mean?” Garth asked.
Frustration climbed like needy fingers over his brain to understand what to do and how to do it. All he knew was it needed to be now. His cock ached, and his balls were starting to throb. He wanted Eli so bad, he could have wanted to curl up inside his skin and still not be close enough.
“Do you want me to enter you, or do you want to be inside me?” Eli asked.
It was like he’d read Garth’s mind. “Inside you. Please. Now.”
Eli ripped a condom free and eased it over Garth’s cock. Garth nearly came at the feel of Eli’s hand on him.
“I’ll come too soon,” Garth feared.
“Come when you need to. There will be other times.”
“Won’t I hurt you?”
“At first it always stings. These condoms are lubed up. Give me time to adjust, and we’ll do just fine.”
Garth snaked his fingers behind Eli’s balls and pushed one into the tight ring. Eli sucked in a sharp breath.
“Damn, you go straight for the cookie jar, don’t you?” Eli laughed breathlessly.
“Is that wrong?” Garth withdrew his finger.
“No. Nothing is wrong between lovers.” Eli swung his head around, looking. “Couch.”
He grabbed Garth’s hand and dragged him to the overstuffed piece of furniture. Eli lay back, pulling Garth down with him. Eli lifted a leg to hook over the back of the couch and spread the other leg wide.
The move brought Garth hard between Eli’s legs, and for a moment they both froze in wondrous pleasure.