Min- And Marcus

The knock at the door shattered the silence, and Pastor James froze, his heart leaping into his throat. His pants were still around his ankles, his fingers still slick and buried deep inside him. He yanked them out with a sharp gasp, scrambling to pull his clothes up, his hands trembling so badly he could barely fasten his belt.

“Pastor James? Are you home?” A woman’s voice called from the other side of the door, soft and melodic.

He recognized it immediately. Min-****. His stomach churned. What was she doing here? And at this hour? He swiped a hand over his face, trying to compose himself, but his skin was flushed, his breath still coming in ragged gasps. There was no time to clean up the mess he’d made, no time to hide the evidence of his shame.

“Just a moment!” he called, his voice cracking. He grabbed a nearby towel, hastily wiping the floor, his heart pounding in his chest. When he stood, he **** a smile, smoothing down his shirt before opening the door.

Min-**** stood there, her dark eyes bright and curious, her husband, Marcus, towering behind her. The couple was new to the congregation, and Pastor James had always felt a strange unease around them. Marcus was everything James wasn’t, tall, broad-shouldered, with a confidence that bordered on arrogance. And Min-****… she was breathtaking, her beauty almost otherworldly.

“Good evening, Pastor,” Min-**** said, her lips curling into a polite smile. “I hope we’re not interrupting?”

“No, no, of course not,” James lied, stepping aside to let them in. His skin felt too tight, his body still thrumming with the remnants of his earlier release. He prayed they couldn’t smell it on him, couldn’t see the guilt written all over his face.

Marcus stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He glanced around the study, his gaze lingering on the open Bible on the desk, the half-empty glass of water on the table. “We were just in the neighborhood,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. “Thought we’d stop by and say hello.”

James nodded, his throat dry. “That’s… that’s kind of you.”

Min-**** stepped closer, her perfume intoxicating. “You look tired, Pastor. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine, really,” James said, though his voice wavered. He could feel the weight of their stares, the way they seemed to see through him, past the facade of the pious man of God to the twisted, needy creature beneath.

Marcus chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down James’s spine. “You sure about that?” he asked, his eyes narrowing. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

James swallowed hard, his palms slick with sweat. “I… I was just praying,” he stammered. “Seeking guidance.”

“Guidance?” Min-**** echoed, her tone lilting, almost teasing. “About what?”

James’s mouth opened, but no words came out. How could he tell them? How could he admit the truth, even to himself?

Marcus stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “You don’t have to lie to us, Pastor,” he said, his voice low and steady. “We know what you’re hiding.”

James’s eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Min-**** reached out, her fingers brushing against his arm. The touch was light, almost innocent, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. “It’s okay,” she said softly. “We’re not here to judge you.”

James felt his knees go weak, his body betraying him. “Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I don’t know what to do.”

Marcus stepped even closer, his breath hot against James’s ear. “Let us help you,” he murmured. “Let us show you what you’ve been missing.”

James’s breath hitched, his body trembling. He wanted to pull away, to run, but he couldn’t. His feet were rooted to the spot, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Shame. Desire. Fear. Need.

Min-****’s hand slid down his arm, her fingers intertwining with his. “You don’t have to be alone,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “We’re here for you.”

Marcus’s hand moved to the back of James’s neck, his grip firm but gentle. “Let go,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “We’ll take care of you.”

James’s body betrayed him, responding to their touches, their words. He felt himself growing hard, his cock pressing against the fabric of his pants. His breath came in shallow gasps, his heart racing.

Min-**** leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “We know what you want,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin. “You want to feel good, don’t you? You want to let go.”

James’s eyes fluttered shut, a moan escaping his lips. He couldn’t fight it anymore. He didn’t want to.

Marcus’s hand slid down his back, cupping his ass. “We’re going to take care of you,” he said, his voice husky. “But you’re going to have to trust us.”

James nodded, his body quivering with anticipation.

Min-****’s hand slid down his chest, her fingers brushing against the bulge in his pants. “You’re going to love this,” she said, her voice a seductive purr.

Marcus’s other hand moved to the front of James’s pants, his fingers deftly undoing the buttons. “Let us show you,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

James’s pants fell to the floor, his boxers following. His cock sprang free, small and leaking with precum. He felt a surge of shame, but Marcus’s hand wrapped around him, squeezing gently.

“So eager,” Marcus murmured, his thumb brushing against the tip. James let out a sharp gasp, his hips bucking instinctively.

Min-****’s hand moved to his chest, her fingers pinching his nipples. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through his body. “You’re so sensitive,” she said, her voice teasing.

Marcus’s hand moved up and down his shaft, his touch firm and steady. James’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with need. “Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

Marcus leaned in, his lips brushing against James’s ear. “We’re just getting started,” he said, his voice a low growl.

Min-****’s hand trailed down his stomach, her fingers brushing against his asshole. James let out a strangled moan, his body jerking at the touch. “You’re so tight,” she said, her voice soft. “We’re going to have to loosen you up.”

Marcus’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening. James’s hips bucked, his cock throbbing with need. He felt himself teetering on the edge, his body quivering with anticipation.

Min-****’s finger pushed inside him, the sensation overwhelming. James let out a sharp cry, his body convulsing. “Oh, God,” he moaned, his voice trembling.

Marcus’s hand moved even faster, his thumb brushing against the tip of James’s cock. “Let go,” he said, his voice low and commanding.

James’s body tensed, his cock pulsing as he came, his release spilling over Marcus’s hand. The pleasure was all-consuming, dragging him under until he was gasping for air, his body trembling with the **** of it.

Min-****’s finger moved inside him, pressing against a spot that made his vision blur.