Chapter 31

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CATLIN

Bending me over the most sacred place in the church, Finn roughly palms my butt as he licks and sucks at my pussy like a starving man. His magical tongue quickly and expertly brings me to the brink. I claw at the cold marble, my cries of pleasure filling the church as he feasts on me. My thighs tremble, and I cling to the altar to stay on my toes as I ride Finn’s tongue. “Finnnnn…” My release pulls the words out as a breathless scream.

“Are you praying, piscín ,” he taunts, licking my arousal from my thighs as he pulls his face from between them. He kisses up the back of my still trembling leg as he stands before lowering my dress. Finn helps me to my unsteady feet as he pulls me into his arms. Crashing his lips into mine, he claims my mouth. Every swipe of his tongue coats it with the taste of my arousal until I’m the only thing I can taste.

“Kneel at my altar.” His soft words vibrate against my lips as he breaks our kiss. Staring down at me, he rubs his thumb along my lower lip. “You can worship me with these pouty lips. Or is God the only man you kneel for?”

Holding his gaze, I dart my tongue from between my lips and lick along the tip of his thumb. He presses it into my mouth and he rubs it over my tongue as I close my lips around it. Dragging it from my mouth, he slides the saliva-coated digit over my lips as I kneel before him.

My fingers tremble—showing my nerves—as I work to undo his belt. Finally freeing it, I drop it against him as I undo the button and the zipper of his jeans. He pushes at the top of them, helping me to lower them to his thighs and letting his hard length spring free. I swallow hard as it bobs in front of my face, wondering how I’m actually going to fit all of him into my mouth. “Take what you can,” Finn directs, fisting the base of his shaft. A moment later, he rubs the soft skin of his tip along my lips.

Remembering Layla’s words from our conversation this morning—“a good hand job involves your mouth, and a good blow job involves your hands”— I replace Finn’s hand with my own. Holding him gently in my fist, I slide my hand along his length and place wet kisses against the soft skin resting on my lips.

“Your lips feel so good against my cock,” Finn groans as he wraps his hand over mine to tighten my grip.

I can do this.

Opening my mouth, I take him past my lips and onto my tongue as I circle my lips around this girthy shaft. Carefully sliding my hand along him, I work the first few inches of him into my mouth.

Breathy grunts rattle from him as I rub my tongue along the underside of his shaft. Running his fingers through my hair, he dusts them down the side of my face and croons, “I wish you could see how fucking beautiful you are on your knees with my cock in your mouth.”

He reaches between us and palms my breast as I continue to slide him in and out of my mouth. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, and I groan around my mouthful of him, causing a feral sound to fall from his lips.

Encouraged by the sounds he makes, letting me know how much I’m pleasing him, I bob my head a little faster and take a bit more of him into my already full mouth. When I accidentally take too much, he presses over the back of my tongue, and I gag when he hits my throat.

“Easy, piscín ,” he urges, wiping the spittle from my chin. “As much as I want to slide every inch of me down your tight throat, we have a lifetime for you to learn how to.”

Panting and lacing his fingers into my hair, Finn’s breathy growls echo around the church as I please him. Even though I’m kneeling before him, as he towers over me, I’m in complete control of him and his pleasure.

“You’re doing so fucking good,” Finn pants between heavy breaths.

Hollowing my cheeks and sucking as I slide over him, his shaft grows more rigid in my hand and mouth. “Oh. Fuck. Piscín . You’re going to make me fucking come. Are you going to take my offering in your mouth?”he grits through his teeth.

Looking up at him through my lashes, I nod as I continue to slide him over my tongue. “Fuck,” he roars, as his fingers fist my locks. His rigid shaft twitches, abruptly filling my mouth with his viscous, salty release. Not quite prepared from Layla’s description earlier, some of his cum trickles over my lips and down my chin as I try to swallow what he’s spilling into my mouth. Finn takes my hands and beams down at me with pride as I let him slide from between my lips. “You did so fucking good for me.”

Helping me to my feet before he tucks my hands behind my back, stopping me from cleaning my face, and pulls me into him. He drags his tongue along my neck and over my chin—collecting my spittle and his cum—as he makes his way to my lips. Pressing his tongue between them, he smears his taste into my mouth as he kisses me until I’m breathless.

Finn tucks his softening length into his pants as I fix my dress and grab my discarded heels. As he raises his zipper, he smirks. “I’ll be sure to tell your teacher you deserve an A plus.”