Covet Thy Neighbor

and let his head fall forward again, and the low groan just about put me over the edge.
    I sat up. Grabbed his hips. Fucked him. Fucked him hard .
    “Holy fuck! ” I roared, and forced myself as deep inside him as I could go. I came hard, my whole body shaking from that powerful orgasm, and I might have even blacked out for a second or two. God damn.
    When my vision cleared and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t pass out, I steadied myself with a hand on his hip and withdrew. Panting and shaking, I tapped his hip. “Get . . . on your back.”
    I took off the condom while he changed position. After I threw it away, Darren reached for me, but I gently pushed his hand aside and went down on him.
    The second my mouth was on his cock, he inhaled sharply. His fingers combed through my hair, and he muttered something that sounded like he was trying really, really hard not to curse. He groaned and tried to push a little deeper into my mouth.
    I nudged his thighs apart with my hand. He obediently spread his legs, and gasped as I ran my hand up his inner thigh. When I slid two fingers inside him, his back lifted off the bed.
    “Oh . . . wow . . .” His whole body trembled. “That’s . . .” His voice trailed off into a whimper. The more I sucked his cock and fucked him with my fingers, the fewer actual words he formed, until he was just moaning.
    He gripped my hair tighter. His whole body tensed and his cock stiffened in my mouth a second before he came on my tongue. I kept stroking him inside and out, teasing him until he pushed my head away. Then I let him go and slowly withdrew my fingers.
    “Whoa . . .” He shuddered back down to the mattress.
    “You’re welcome,” I said with a grin.
    I’d barely gotten up on my knees before Darren reached up and grabbed me. He dragged me down into a demanding kiss, forcing my lips apart with his tongue. Some guys didn’t like kissing after a blowjob, but it obviously didn’t bother Darren in the slightest. From the way he held onto my hair and my neck, and the way he moaned softly into my kiss, it wouldn’t have surprised me if he had us both turned on and ready to go again before too long.
    Eventually, though, we separated and collapsed onto the bed.
    “Fuck . . .” I wiped some sweat off my forehead. “That was fucking amaz—” I cut myself off and gave him a sheepish look. “Sorry. I, um, hope you don’t mind all the cursing.”
    Darren snorted. “I didn’t even notice it, to be honest.”
    “Oh. Good. Because there was a lot of it.”
    He chuckled and scrubbed a hand over his face, disheveling some of his hair in the process. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
    I turned on to my side and propped myself up on one elbow. “So I thought guys in your line of work weren’t supposed to . . . you know . . .”
    “Be gay?” He grinned. “Or have sex?”
    “Well, both.” I rested my free hand on his chest. “Or have gay sex, for that matter.”
    He put his hand over mine. “That’s up for debate. But I also wear mixed fibers and have a slight addiction to steamed mussels, so . . .”
    “So you’re a rebellious minister, then.”
    He laughed, running his hand up and down my arm. “Not quite. I just think some of what’s in the Bible is meant to be taken literally, and some of it’s a parable. And a lot has been misinterpreted. I can’t say I know any better than the next guy which is which, but I try.”
    “Wow. I guess I just never put ministers and casual sex in the same sentence.”
    “It’s not usually how I do things.” Mirroring me, he turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “But I’m not feeling terribly guilty about it.”
    I grinned. “Neither am I, but then, I’m an atheist. No conscience and all of that.”
    Darren laughed again. “Uh-huh. I’m sure.” He put a hand on my chest and drew ticklish circles with his middle finger. “I’m not a priest. We’re allowed. The minister at my last church had seven kids, so I’m pretty sure he wasn’t celibate either.”
    “Married, though, right?”
    “He can legally get married. I can’t.” Darren shrugged. “And for the record, seven months after his twentieth wedding anniversary, his oldest daughter turned twenty.” His eyes narrowed, and that lopsided grin made my pulse go wild. “So, I’m pretty sure I’m not the only man of the cloth who’s rather enamored of—” He trailed a fingertip down the center of my chest, drawing a few soft curses out of