Adore (On My Knees Duet 2)

“Oh, Rayne. So hard, and still asleep. How will you feel when you reach your atrium?”

He arrives—by rideshare again—at 9:30, and I watch him move with his erection strapped against his underwear. When he goes outside to the portable building to wash up and mix paints, I give him vibration till he texts me stop. Each time he walks back inside, he seems to move a little slower.

After lunch, I turn the vibe on low—so he can hold himself together as church staff moves in his sphere, but he can’t paint. Or doesn’t. He goes outside, and from the room, he texts, come so I can fuck your throat .

There’s a gap in my call schedule, so I’m able to do just that. I come in my pants as I swallow his load, and have to change into some underwear I stashed here. Rayne is so spent his whole body trembles with exhaustion. I call him a car as soon as I get to the stairwell, then text, Front of the church, buddy. Your ride, in 15 minutes.

When I get upstairs, I pass Pearl. She says I look “spent.”

I smile. “Always.”

We drop food in Syria, and this time, I get to watch. The elders meeting, which was rescheduled for this afternoon, brings vitriolic arguments about the rainbow flags people keep sticking in the lawn by our sign every Sunday. Someone suggests we find out who’s doing it by watching camera footage. Someone else says, “Are you kidding me? This is San Francisco. Sticking rainbow flags in the grass isn’t a crime. It’s a legitimate hobby.”

That segues into a debate on whether the church should be fully affirming. Several times, I’m referenced—usually by someone arguing in favor of affirming. Things like, “Pastor Luke already uses language like that most of the time.”

He does indeed.

By the time the meeting adjourns, two and a half hours after it began, my undershirt is sweat-stuck to my back, and my stomach feels seasick. There are twelve elders, plus myself and Ansley on the board. Of the thirteen total in attendance today, only five spoke out in favor of affirming.

I want to see Rayne so badly…but I drive myself home. I crawl into bed fully clothed.

Came home. Tired. Not you.

Vance appears in my room around midnight. He sits on the bed’s edge, and I hear the subtle mechanized sound of the plug, and then I hear him lube it. “You can’t think with this in your hole,” he whispers. “Let me take you on a little vacation.”

He hands me a glass of scotch, and I drink some of that. Then he rolls me over and straddles my lap, kissing me with his lips…then his slick tongue. He pinches my nipples and he rubs our cocks together.

“Trust me, it feels so good,” he says.

I lie back and spread my knees apart, and he licks my balls until it’s torture. Then he drags his tongue around my hole. I couldn’t eat a thing all day, so I’m empty and ready. He gives me a finger first. I shudder as I take it.

“That’s right. God, I’m so hard. I think I might come quicker than you do.”

More lube, and another finger. A low groan comes from my throat. I’m rocking my cock into the air. His hand teases my tip. “That’s right…ride my fingers. Let me…”

“Ahhhhhhhh.”

He hits the sweet spot. I can feel warm cum spill down my shaft as he plays.

My groans fill the room. He’ll graze me there, and back off, making me arch and bear down for more.

“Okay. I think we’re good.” He removes his fingers, and I feel a pressure. As he works the plug in, I growl and clutch his shoulder. I spread my legs…clench around it. Then another hoarse moan rips from my throat.

“You good, buddy?”

I can only grunt. His hand is stroking my knee. He’s between my legs now.

“Let me lick you.” I can tell he’s feeling it, because his words quake.

His tongue moves gently around my rim a few times. He pushes the plug’s base, and I’m oozing. He licks my shaft clean and repeats.

“OHHHHH.”

“That’s right. Let me have that big dick. I can suck it for you.”

He starts the vibration—just a low buzz—but it’s too much. I’m tugging his hair and moaning. I can barely move. I start to tremble. Everything.

“You’re all good, Sky. I’m about to come on your leg, though.”

He lowers his balls and cock down to my thigh, and then he rocks his hips back as his tongue laves my head. The plug tilts a little as I clench around it, and I come to the sensation of his hot spend pumping onto my knee.

I fall asleep. When I wake up, we go to the tub and he works it out.

My legs are shaking when we step back onto the bath rug. He pulls me against him, wrapping one big arm around my shoulders.