All Chapters of Sinful desires: MM Steamy compilation : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I sat in the confession booth with my head bowed and my hands clenched so tightly in my lap that my knuckles ached. The little wooden space smelled of old polish, candle wax, and the faint ghost of incense that always clung to the church no matter how many times the doors were left open. Outside the thin walls I could hear the soft creak of the building settling, the distant murmur of someone moving in the sacristy, the quiet that only ever felt this heavy inside these walls after dark.I was waiting for him.Father Levi.He had transferred to our parish only two months ago, and the first time I saw him step into the sanctuary I had genuinely thought an angel had walked in by mistake. He was beautiful in a way that felt almost unfair—tall, dark-haired, with a face that looked carved from something quieter than ordinary men. His eyes were the worst part. Or the best. They held so much steady, patient love that looking at him made me feel both seen and impossibly small, as if he could r

I moaned, the sound thin and helpless in the close dark.For a moment there was only silence on the other side of the lattice. Then wood scraped softly against wood. The little door between us— the one I had never even realized could open— swung inward with a quiet, decisive click.I stared.The opening was narrow, barely wide enough for a body to lean through. I couldn’t see his face, only the lower half of him: the black folds of his cassock parted, strong thighs spread, the heavy line of his cock already free and flushed in the dim red light that filtered in from the church. The sight alone made my mouth go dry.“Gabriel.”His voice was low, controlled, but threaded with something darker now that the barrier was gone.“Father.”“Take your hands off your cock.”The order landed like a hand around my throat. I shivered so hard I almost cried out. It was exactly like the video— the calm, bossy command, the absolute expectation of obedience. My fingers uncurled from myself with effort.

I settled into place exactly as ordered—chest and cheek pressed to the cool marble of the altar, arms stretched forward, knees spread wide on the stone, ass raised and offered. The open air felt almost indecent against my bare skin.Behind me came the soft rustle of the cassock and the low, rough sound of Levi’s breathing. Then the warm weight of his hand settled on the small of my back, steadying me.“Stay still,” he murmured. “I’m going to open you properly first.”I felt the slick press of his fingers—two of them, already coated—sliding between my cheeks. He didn’t rush. He circled my entrance slowly, teasing, spreading the wetness, letting me feel the deliberate pressure before he pushed the first finger inside.The stretch was immediate, intimate. I exhaled hard against the altar, hips twitching, but his other hand kept me pinned in place.“That’s it,” he said quietly. “Let me in.”He worked the single finger deeper, curling it, dragging against the sensitive spot inside me until

Derek hesitated, squinting at me, as if he was trying to decide whether it was worth saying or not. But come on, we were way past weird territory here.“Nothing,” he shrugged. “Nothing. Anything. Work, groceries, whatever the fuck is on my mind.”“Groceries? What?” I couldn’t help the incredulity from spilling out. “No, hold on, do you actually even jack it, or…?” Not watching porn is one thing, but not jacking it is a whole other. How could anyone not?“Yeah,” Derek huffed, but then he was looking off to the side. “I mean I get off. Sometimes. Not with my dick.”“Huh?” What the fuck else was there? Nipples?Derek’s posture had stiffened, jaw clenched down, and he stared at me with those intense eyes, like it was self-evident, like any moment I’d get it.It wasn’t like Derek to be vague. To not just say things outright. More than that, he seemed pissed that it wasn’t clicking. Or maybe nervous. His finger was doing that thing, tapping against his knee, a habit he wouldn’t have wanted

Even without looking at him, I could feel Derek’s eyes on me. There was something about that, that got me all hot and buzzing. The awareness of being watched settled under my skin and stayed there.What exactly was this for him? What weird curiosity was I satisfying within him? Why did I like his eyes on me this much?It’d been too long since I’d been laid. Yeah, much too long if I was getting all hot over this. This was Derek. The same guy who’d taught me how to throw a punch, who’d sat through silent nights like this one without needing constant conversation. And now he was watching me stroke myself like it was the most natural thing in the world.I kept going, palm sliding, the friction starting to build a low heat. My breathing had already changed.“Oh right,” Derek said, “you like to jerk off to porn, right?” He said it like an afterthought. Then he was taking his phone out casually and typing something in, before holding it up for me.It was another short video.“You like this k