Page 6 of Preacher Man (Divine Temptations #1)

Chapter Six

Jake

“W hat are you afraid of?” I asked him, voice rough with restraint. “Is it me?”

Ethan stammered, eyes wide, lips parted. “No, I mean yes, I mean… I don’t know.”

That was all I needed.

I moved in and kissed him like I meant it.

Like I was starving, and he was the feast. And holy hell, he tasted like fear, fire, and something holy I didn’t deserve.

Ethan melted into me, a soft whimper escaping against my mouth like a prayer slipping loose from his soul.

I could feel the war inside him, shame versus desire, but his body chose for him.

His hands clutched my shirt like he didn’t know if he wanted to push me away or pull me closer. So I did it for him. I deepened the kiss until he moaned into it, and I knew right then: he was mine. Not just tonight. Not just for this. But mine.

When I finally broke the kiss, he looked dazed, lips red and wet. His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a mile. His voice was a whisper when he said, “Jake…”

I took a step back, just enough to watch him while I reached down and started unzipping my boots.

“You ever had someone worship you?” I asked, voice low. “Ever been truly worshipped, Ethan?”

He stared at me like I was speaking in tongues.

Boots off. Shirt next. I pulled it over my head and tossed it to the floor. His eyes followed every inch of skin I revealed, like he couldn’t look away, like maybe he wasn’t sure if this was seduction or a test of faith.

“You’re lookin’ at me like I’m a sin, preacher man,” I said, smiling darkly. “And maybe I am. But I promise I’ll make you feel damned good.”

I reached for the button of my jeans, slow and deliberate. “You know what I thought the first time I saw you?”

He licked his lips, still wordless.

“That I’d never wanted to ruin someone more in my life.” I popped the button. “You looked like temptation and repression wrapped in a tidy little package. All that goodness just waiting to come undone.”

I slid the zipper down. His eyes dropped, and his breath hitched.

“I’m gonna make you forget every Bible verse they used to make you hate yourself,” I whispered. “Gonna make you believe in heaven for real this time.”

I shoved my jeans down, stepped out of them, and stood there in my black briefs—my cock thick and hard, barely contained. Ethan’s mouth opened like he might protest, but all that came out was the softest, most reverent, “Oh my God.”

His gaze locked on the outline of my bulge. No shame in it. Just pure, stunned want.

I palmed myself through the cotton, letting out a soft hiss at the pressure. “You wanna be good, Ethan?” I asked, stepping toward him. “Or do you wanna be honest?”

He whimpered and squeezed his thighs together, like that could hide the erection straining in his pants.

I reached for the waistband of my briefs. “Last chance to stop me.”

He didn’t stop me.

So I ripped the damn things off like they were paper. His eyes got even wider, and he actually leaned back a little, as if the sight of me was too much.

“You’re gonna let me touch you,” I said, climbing onto the bed in front of him, all slow and predatory. “You want it. I can see it. You’re shaking.”

He was. Ethan’s knees trembled. His fingers clenched on the comforter, and his breath was coming in shallow gasps.

“I shouldn’t,” he whispered, almost like he believed it.

“But you will,” I said, brushing my lips over his. “You’ll let me kiss you. Let me make you moan. Let me bury myself so deep inside you, the only name you’ll remember is mine.”

His eyes rolled back slightly. I’d swear to God I saw Ethan bite his lip to keep from begging.

I reached down and cupped him through his pants. His hips bucked, involuntary, and he let out a guttural noise that went straight to my cock.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I asked, breath hot against his ear. “Bet I could make you come without even taking these pants off.”

Ethan whimpered.

“You’re gonna fall for me,” I whispered, dragging my hand up to his chest. “I’m gonna make you fall.”

His eyes fluttered shut. He was teetering on the edge. Still hadn’t said yes. Still hadn’t said no.

I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze. Ethan’s chest heaved, and his lips parted. His eyes burned with something halfway between desperation and devotion.

And then he opened his mouth to speak.

Was he going to say yes?

Or was he about to break both our hearts?

Ethan opened his mouth. His lips trembled, and his eyes brimmed with something I couldn’t name. Fear, want, something ancient and deep.

“I can’t…” he whispered.

Then he looked at me.

Really looked. Like maybe the war was finally over. Like the tide inside him had finally turned. And when he leaned in, hesitant, and trembling, I knew.

He was done fighting.

Ethan kissed me.

It was messy. Raw. A little clumsy. But Jesus, it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever felt.

His fingers curled into my shoulders like he needed to hang on for dear life.

Ethan’s body leaned into mine with this sweet desperation, like he’d been starving for years and didn’t even know it.

His cock pressed against mine through his jeans, hard and pulsing, and I swear to God, the sound that came out of him when our hips rubbed together was going to haunt my dreams.

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, sitting up and breaking the kiss. “I can’t believe I’m… ”

“Believing,” I cut in, rough and soft all at once. “That’s what you’re doing.”

I pushed him back gently onto the bed, my body hovering over his. I undid his belt with one hand, never breaking eye contact.

“You’ve been living half a life, preacher. Let me show you the rest.”

He let out a broken moan.

I slid his jeans down, slow and reverent, like I was unwrapping a gift I didn’t deserve. His thighs shook, and his cock strained against his briefs—big, wet at the tip, and begging for release.

“Goddamn,” I muttered, voice low and reverent. “You’ve been hiding this?”

“Don’t, don’t look at me like that,” he whispered.

“Like what?”

“Like I’m something good.”

I kissed his thigh, then his hip, then the damp spot on his briefs. “You are.”

He let out a shuddering breath and lifted his hips. I peeled his briefs off slowly. And when he sprang free, I just… paused. Took him in.

Beautiful.

Flushed and thick, curved up toward his belly, like it had been begging for my touch his entire life.

I wrapped my hand around Ethan’s thick shaft and gave the first slow stroke. His head thudded back against the mattress and he let out a sound so guttural it nearly made me come undone.

“You’re shaking,” I said, voice husky. “You scared?”

“Yes,” he said, eyes glassy. “But not of you.”

I kissed him again, deeper this time. Ethan’s hands slid down my back, fingers digging into my skin like maybe I was the only thing keeping him grounded. I slid between his legs and pressed my cock against his, grinding slow and hard. We were both leaking now. Both panting.

“Tell me you want this,” I whispered.

“I want this,” he breathed. “I want you.”

That was it. The floodgates broke.

I slid down his body, my mouth and hands exploring every inch of his skin like it was sacred ground.

I wanted to worship him, to make him feel every ounce of desire and adoration that was coursing through me.

Ethan groaned as I trailed kisses down his chest, pausing to tease his nipples with my tongue.

His hips bucked when I dipped my tongue into his navel, and his fingers tightened in my hair as I moved lower.

“Jake,” he whispered, voice hoarse with anticipation. I looked up at him, holding his gaze as I wrapped my hand around his cock again. He was rock hard, pulsing in my grip. I leaned in, letting my breath ghost over the tip. His entire body shivered.

“You’re gonna watch me, Ethan,” I said, voice low and commanding. “You’re gonna watch me take you in my mouth, and you’re gonna know that this—us—is the purest fucking thing you’ve ever felt.”

I licked the length of him, slow and deliberate, before taking him fully into my mouth. His taste overwhelmed me. Bitter, sweet, and perfect. His hips lifted off the bed, pushing him deeper into my throat. I took it all, letting him fuck my mouth, letting him learn what he liked, what he needed.

His moans filled the room, raw and unrestrained. I felt his orgasm building, could feel the tension in his thighs, the pulsing of his cock. But I didn’t want him to come yet. I wanted to draw this out, to make him feel everything.

I pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop. His eyes were wild, desperate. “Jake, please,” he begged, hips still moving, chasing the friction.

“Not yet,” I said, grinning darkly. I pressed a kiss to the inside of his thigh, then trailed my fingers up his leg, tracing the sensitive skin behind his knee, his inner thigh, the crease of his groin.

His breath came in sharp gasps as I teased him, touched him everywhere but where he needed it most.

“Jake,” he whimpered, hips bucking. “Please, I can’t. I need… ”

“I know what you need,” I said, and I grabbed the lube from the nightstand.

Slicking my fingers with the gel, I reached down, and found that tight little hole, untouched and trembling.

He jerked when I slid one finger in—tense, whimpering—but he didn’t stop me.

He breathed through it like a man who finally learned what he truly wanted.

“You okay?” I asked, lips brushing his temple.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Keep going.”

I did. One finger, then two. He opened for me slow, tight as hell and sweet as sin. And when I brushed his prostate, he cried out, arching into me with this filthy little moan I wanted to hear on repeat.

“You ready for me?” I asked, barely able to breathe.

“Yes,” he said, desperate. “Please, Jake.”

I slicked up my cock, rolled a condom down my length, and pressed the head of it to his entrance. Ethan’s eyes went wide, lips parting, but he didn’t stop me. Just grabbed my hand and held on like I was taking him to the edge of the world.

When I pushed inside, inch by inch, he let out a sound so raw, so guttural, I nearly came on the spot.

“Jesus,” I grunted, burying myself deep. “You feel like heaven.”

He clung to me, panting, overwhelmed, and I gave him a moment to breathe. To adjust. And then I started to move.

Slow at first.

Measured.

But Ethan? He wasn’t some delicate flower. Once the pain shifted to pleasure, he rocked into me like he wanted it rough. Needed it. His fingers dug into my ass, dragging me deeper, and the filthy things coming out of his mouth could’ve set scripture on fire.

“Harder,” he whispered. “Jake, please. Fuck me like you want me.”

I gave it to him. Like I’d waited my whole damn life for this. Our bodies crashed together, sweat slick and burning, and every time I hit that sweet spot inside him, he cried out like I was saving his soul.

“You’re mine,” I growled. “You get that?”

“Yes,” he gasped.

“I’m not lettin’ you run, Ethan. You wanna keep pretending you’re holy, fine. But you belong to me now.”

He clenched around me, his entire body tensing, and then he was coming, hot and hard between us, spurting all over his chest with a cry of my name.

That was it.

I let go.

Buried myself deep one last time and came harder than I ever had in my life, spilling into him, shaking with it.

“Jesus Christ,” I moaned, and my eyes snapped shut while my body shook. And when it was over, when we were both breathless, ruined, and still tangled in each other, I stared down at him, my heart pounding.

Ethan met my stare.

And that’s when I realized…

I wasn’t just falling for Ethan.

I’d already fallen.

So why did he still look like he was about to cry?