#needthatsobad

The light of the moon shone through the tall windows of the church, mindlessly you had driven back hours after the sermon, not even realising how late it already was. Just praying that he would still be here, of course the church took nightly confessions but this late? You weren’t sure.

The doors were still open you discovered as you pushed the heavy oak door ajar. The church was dimly lit and at first sight empty. A sigh escaped you, a cold breeze flowing outside. You wanted to make sure, to make sure he was here. 

You had come here with a plan, for months after you moved close to the church and had met him, you crushed hard. He was so dominating but kind as well. He seemed confident but still warm. And you planned to finally make a move, at the very least a hint.

Lately there was some bantering between the two of you, some flirty comments that still seemed innocent enough, but when he looked at you like that. It felt like there was more, like he wanted more. Now was the church, a place of worship, the place to do so? Absolutely not.

“What are you doing here this late?” 

His smooth low voice startled you, and you yelped. His laugh echoed through the empty church. “Father, I- you startled me.” You said breathlessly, just the sight of him in that priest outfit, made your head spin. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. Can I help you?” 

You smiled at him, he was always so kind. Father Charlie wasn’t like other priests, he was more modern and still young of course. “I’m not sure, I... don’t really know why I’m here.” He listened carefully and gave you a small smile. “How about we go to my office, so we can sit comfortably.” He guided you upstairs.

His big veiny hand on the small off your back, already sending sparks through your body. His delicious cologne entered your nose. After a couple of doors you finally reached his office. He let you go in first, entering behind you and closing the door. The dim lights already on.

“I’m sorry, did I disturb your night?” He smiled and softly shook his head. “You could never disturb me, don’t worry about that. I’m always happy to have you here.” You thought it was your imagination with how slight it was but it seemed like his gaze swiftly lowered to your chest, then quickly back to your eyes.

Now did you wear a more low cut top that isn’t quite suited for church, yes, but it seemed to serve its purpose when you caught him looking. “So, what can I do for you?” He resumed after a pause. “Well it's quite- embarrassing. And I’m not sure if I should talk about it with...you.”

“Interesting...and what makes you think that?” His voice sends shivers down your spine. “Well, it’s a bit, erotic if that’s the right word.” You confessed nervously. You had it all planned out in your head but now that you actually had to say the words, regret was overwhelming you.

“If it makes you feel any better, I get confessions like that and worse all the time. It is completely normal. There is nothing wrong with thoughts like that.” You nodded at his words. “Would you like to tell me what bothers you?” He asked, he was sitting on his desk as you stood anxiously in front of him.

How were you supposed to tell him you had sex dreams about him almost every night? You could barely get the next words out as they would already reveal too much. “I don’t really know how to phrase it but lately I’ve had a lot of- well… erotic dreams.” 

He nodded at your words encouraging you to continue. “And they are about a uhm...h-holy man. And I feel like it’s very wrong, like I shouldn’t think and dream of him like that.” The soft smile that immediately emerged on his lips when you revealed it was a holy man was all too telling.

You slightly panicked when he kept quiet for a while, did he want you to say more? Was he about to kick you out? Did he know it was him? “Why do you think it’s wrong?” His words silenced your train of thought. Silence filled the room, wasn’t it obvious? 

“I don’t know, I think because y- he is part of the church and to me it seems like...well- sinful thoughts like that don’t belong in church.” You almost completely revealed yourself, his eyes were still observing you, making you all the more nervous.

“Hm. I don’t personally see erotica as sinful, humans were meant to procreate and with that comes desire and lust. There is of course a line between a sin and… let’s say an act of desire. But you shouldn’t punish yourself for wanting to be touched, it is natural.” You again nodded at his words, words which unfortunately already turned you on.

You didn’t respond, too afraid that you would reveal yourself. “Would you like to be touched?” His words shocked you, was it an offer? Or an innocent question? Afraid to speak, you just nodded. He got off his desk and slowly stalked towards you.

Your heart beat heavily in your chest, the closer he got, the faster your heart thumped. You didn’t even mean to look but you did. And you couldn’t believe it, his erection was visible through his pants. “Tell me. Who is this holy man? And don’t lie, that, is a sin.” Your lips slightly parted and you could hardly think with him standing one step away from you.

You looked down and that was all the information he needed. His big hand grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him. “Get. on. your. knees.” Slowly you sank down, you didn’t even think about it, didn’t even hesitate. The hardwood floor hurt your knees but it didn’t matter. Your dreams were about to come true.

His hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair, pushing your mouth to his still clothed cock. You gasped when he pulled at your roots, the hot air from your mouth stimulating his length. “Fuck…” He whispered, encouraged by this you kissed along his covered shaft, earning some more soft groan from him.

Your hands moved to his belt, quickly unfastening it and pulling down his zipper. Your heart skipped a beat when you realised he wasn’t wearing underwear. His hard cock immediately sprung out from its confines, pre cum dribbling out from the tip. You took his tip in your mouth, tongue licking his slit. Making him moan.

His hands gripped your scalp harder, it hurt but somehow it felt good. You took him further in your mouth, he was quite big so you pleasured the rest of his shaft with your hand. Starting a steady rhythm, you began to suck up and down his length. The obscene noises that filled the room seemed so much louder in the eerie silence of the church.

“Such a warm, tight little mouth. Been thinking about this for a while haven't you?” He groaned, his other hand now leaned against the closed door for support. He hadn’t been pleasured like this in a while, and by you? His favourite member? What a fucking dream.

You whined on his cock, your other hand now moving to massage his balls, making him suck air through his teeth. How did you know he was sensitive there? Upon hearing his reaction you let your hand work his shaft and moved down to suck and lick at his sack instead. He let out his loudest moan yet. 

When you looked up, he panted heavily above you, his grip still tight in your hair, his abdomen seemed to tense under his tight black shirt. You quickly moved back up to his leaking cock, taking it in your mouth once more. He was close, you could tell. So you tried something to get him over the edge.