Sins of the Flesh

Chapter 11 Cole

On Monday morning, the door is unlocked when I reach the church. When I walk in, I hear voices coming from the small break room. I head over to the break room and find Caleb and his wife, Alison, sitting at the small table, chatting and drinking mugs of coffee.

I know it's irrational, but a simmering jealousy bubbles up inside of me. "Oh, good morning, Cole; you remember my wife, Alison," Caleb says, gesturing to Alison. His formal tone makes me feel sick. But I suck in a breath and put on a smile reaching out my hand. She takes it into her palm, patting the top with her other hand, smiling. "Lovely to see you again, Cole!"

"Allison's office is closed this week due to flooding, so she will be working in her office near the lobby," Caleb informs me. I want to scream. Caleb is acting like we didn't fuck two days ago, and his wife will be lurking around the building all week! It's going to be a long ass week.

"I should be getting to work," I say, hurrying towards the kitchen. So many emotions swirl inside me that I am crawling out of my skin. I don't know what to do, and it's making me crazy.

There is a tap on the door frame, and I look up to see Caleb standing there pensively. I know he can see my panic when he rushes over to me. "I know this is a surprise, but it's only this week; everything will be fine," he says, trying to soothe me. It... it's not fine. You acted like you barely knew me." I cry. Shhhh, shhh, Cole. I know. I'm sorry I had to."

I reach for him, and he forces my hands away. "You won't even touch me!" "You know I can't right now, Cole," he looks at me with sad eyes. "But I want to. Believe me, I do. This situation is complicated," I sigh, relenting. This is what I wanted, the good and the bad. I take a deep breath and paste a fake smile on my face. "it's fine. I'll be fine," I say, knowing I'm entirely full of shit.

Caleb and I spend the entire week dancing around each other. I eat lunch in my truck every day. At the same time, he and his wife eat together in the breakroom. I have never felt this kind of pain before. A gnawing ache in my chest every time they smile at each other. I irrationally hate his wife. Yes, I know she was there first, but God dammit, he's mine!

This ache in my chest is accompanied by an equally painful ache in my balls. I'm so pent-up that I snap at everyone around me. Add in confusion about all these new emotions, and I'm a mess.

By Thursday's end, I am exhausted. I have barely spoken with Caleb, and what conversations we did have were formal and professional. I am a ball of raw nerves, and everything just hurts.

I want to lash out. Get this angst out of me somehow. I need to get Caleb alone. I need to kiss and touch him. He grounds me. But I can't wait four more days.

Friday and Saturday, I stay up in my room, barely eating or sleeping. By Sunday I am ready to jump out of my skin.

So impulsively, I get into my truck and drive over to the church. Mass is in 30 minutes. I sit in my truck, vibrating and nervous. I take a deep breath and head towards Caleb's office. He is there, his wife in the chair in front of his desk. I stifle a growl. He is dressed in a black shirt with a square patch of white peaking out of the middle of the collar fastened at his throat, which he usually wears for mass.

"Hi, um, Ca...Father Nichols, can I speak to you for a moment?" I look at his wife and add, "Privately?" She nods and smiles, walking out of the room. I shut the door behind her, listening to her steps fade.

I rush over to him and devour his lips in a searing kiss. The contact makes me sigh. He grasps my shoulders, pulling me back from his mouth. "Cole! What are you doing?" He hisses. Feeling all my emotions trying to take me over, I look into his eyes. "I need you." It was a sad whimper. His eyes dart to the door. He reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out lube and a condom.

He pulls me into the small bathroom inside his office. Shut and lock the door, then proceeds to kiss me with such raw need it makes me weak. He cups my face in both hands, pulling his mouth from mine. "I need you too, angel, so fucking bad. I have missed the feel of you in my arms." his words soothe the ache plaguing me all week.

"I need you inside of me," I whine on his lips. He turns me around so we are both facing the mirror. We quickly undo our pants, and he bends me over the sink as much as he can in the small space. He lubes his fingers to prep me as quickly as possible. He then puts on the condom he brought in and lubes it up.

He notches himself at my hole and slides inside. He is not slow like the first time, but I don't care. The burn makes me feel better than I have all week. He pulls me up against his chest and whispers, "You have to be quiet." He places a hand over my mouth with his other arm wrapped around my chest and starts thrusting.

I can see his image in the mirror behind his head, thrown back in ecstasy. He fucks into me hard and fast. I moan into his palm. My body is quaking from Caleb hitting my prostate. There are tears in my eyes. He reaches for my cock and starts pumping. "Cum for me, sinful angel." The endearment draws up my balls so tight I'm about to burst.

The moment cum starts pulsing out of my cock, there is a knock on the door. My eyes go wide, but Caleb doesn't stop. "Caleb, are you ok? Services are about to start," His wife says from outside the door. "Yeah, fine breakfast isn't agreeing with me. I'll be right out." his voice is gravel. I'm afraid she can tell, but then Caleb bites down onto the space between my neck and shoulder and cums into the condom, his muffled cries absorbed into my now tender flesh.

We both slump, and he holds me momentarily while our breathing regulates. He lets me go, and I brace myself on the bathroom sink. He pulls off the condom and ties it off, grabs the wrapper, condom, and lube, and shoves them into his pocket. He buttons his pants and kisses my cheek, whispering, "Take your time." Then he leaves the bathroom