Communion (On My Knees Series Book 3)

  Communion

  On My Knees Book Three

  Ella James

  For Katherine & Keri

  Contents

  Synopsis

  Author’s Note

  1. Vance

  2. Luke

  3. Luke

  4. Vance

  5. Vance

  6. Vance

  7. Luke

  8. Vance

  9. Vance

  10. Vance

  11. Vance

  12. Vance

  13. Luke

  14. Luke

  15. Vance

  16. Luke

  17. Luke

  18. Vance

  19. Vance

  20. Luke

  21. Vance

  22. Luke

  23. Vance

  24. Vance

  25. Vance

  26. Vance

  27. Vance

  28. Luke

  29. Luke

  30. Luke

  31. Luke

  32. Luke

  Epilogue

  Afterword

  Synopsis

  Finally, he's mine, and I can say that out in public.

  Luke McDowell, one of the most beloved public figures in America, is mine. Forever.

  At least that's what we said.

  But love is different in the harsh glare of the spotlight. Sometimes it feels like the whole world's against us.

  Now our unofficial honeymoon is over. Luke is back at Evermore, trying to live the life he had before he met me. Trying to say "yes" to his calling.

  I can't tell how this will play out. We said vows down on the yacht, but we're not even legally married.

  At the end of the day, I just want to make him happy—and be happy myself.

  I know Sky will always have my heart, but can I keep his? Can we find a way to block out all the noise and build a life together?

  ***

  Communion is a 97,000-word novel. It must be read after books one and two, Worship and Adore.

  Author’s Note

  Communion includes scenes that explore the intersection of Christianity and LGBTQ+ issues/identities, and scenes featuring characters who are, at times, the targets of bigotry and hate. Readers who have trauma around the topic of religion, or trauma as a result of persecution because of sexuality and/or gender, be aware these things come up. They are handled as gently as possible.

  1

  Vance

  August 2019

  Sky’s not sleeping. I can tell because his hard calf, wedged between my not-quite-as-hard ones, isn’t resting heavy on me just yet. He’ll let me pull him close and fold him up against me, and we’ll get all tangled up the way we like. But he doesn’t relax his body fully until he’s tugged down into deep sleep. Pretty funny because he…what? Thinks the full weight of his limbs would break me?

  This is who he is, though: always worrying and pre-thinking. Trying to make things go as smoothly as they can.

  I brush my lips over his shampoo-scented blond hair, flex my biceps so my grip on his back tightens. He’s got his head bowed so his forehead is pressed to the base of my throat. I tuck my chin atop it, feeling his warm cheek on my collarbone.

  Maybe if this were a one-night stand, like that first night we had together on Sea 3PO, I would think McD was nearly asleep. As it is, I feel the tension in him. It’s in his back and shoulders, in the way his strong arm, wrapped around my upper back, is holding me—a little rigid, like he’s trying to make sure nothing—not even a little bit of air—can get between us.

  “Hey…” I run my fingers through his hair. “You want another one?”

  He shakes his head, and I’m not surprised. He’s already had two melatonins.

  There’s an exhale. He shifts his weight so that he’s burrowed even closer into my chest.

  “It’s gonna be okay tomorrow,” I whisper. “Pearl and them, they’ve got it covered…”

  In the past few weeks, while we were in the Caymans, Pearl and all her minions talked to the entire staff in Evermore’s largest administrative building, making sure everyone in Luke’s sphere is accepting and supportive—so he won’t ever be confronted by a bigot at work.

  Pearl pitched it as “ensuring that the head pastor is never disrespected.” That’s a pill that Sky could swallow. The real worry, of course—at least on the Evermore end of things—is that Luke’s return to pastoring will be met with hostility, and he’ll leave.

  He made the place what it is today, and before him, his dad and grandfather did. He shouldn’t have to leave it just because he’s with me. But that’s what’s at stake if this shit doesn’t work out.

  My heart gets racing thinking about the many possibilities—including that another lunatic comes at one of us—and now my lungs are screaming for air. I swallow slowly and breathe through my nose until they don’t feel as tight.

  Then I cup the back of Sky’s head. “I’ve got an idea.”

  We keep some THC/CBD cream on the bedside table. It’s got a little menthol tingle, but somehow they made it smell like lavender. I disentangle from Sky, reaching for the little pot.

  “Roll over on your stomach, Sky babe…”

  He does as I say, and I straddle his ass, rubbing his neck and his shoulders till my arms ache and my dick is jutting up and out. I don’t think my massage helps—at least not with putting him to sleep. He keeps shifting like he’s got a boner.

  I move off him, smirking.

  “Thank you,” he says quietly.

  “Roll onto your back, Sky.”

  After a moment, he does. It’s dark, but we’ve been lying here for almost an hour, so my eyes have adjusted enough for me to see the way his lips twist in a crooked little not-quite-smile.

  “Don’t tell me you want more of this.” He wraps his hand around that big dick. It’s as hard as I figured, which makes me grin.

  I give him a slow, firm stroke, tickling my fingertips over his cockhead and thumbing that soft notch below its flanged rim, making his hips jerk.

  “I can tell that it would be a problem if I did—want more,” I murmur. “Clearly, the last thing you want is to push this dick into me.” I swallow as my own cock gives a hard throb.

  “I want to live in you,” he says, draping one arm over his face.

  This is morose Sky. He’s been like this since dinner. Not exactly moping, but he just seems heavy. Good thing for him, I know how to fix that.

  I straddle his thighs and take both of us in my hands, squeezing us together as well as I can; we’re too much girth for me to get a good grip on. Sky moans, lifting his hips as I stroke from base to tip, with extra focus on his thick tip. Then I let his cock go, smirking as it bobs above his abs.

  “But…you know…it’s bedtime. So we probably shouldn’t…” I shrug.

  Then I reach for the weed cream, arching a brow as my gaze holds his. I dip my fingertip into the little pot and rub some of the stuff behind his balls. Sky makes a hoarse sound, looking like some large, felled animal with his throat bared and his head tipped back against the pillows.

  “That’s right.” I dab my fingertips back into the cream and cup his sac. He’s got the best big, full balls. I take my time rubbing the cream over them. Sky is breathing heavy, shifting his hips like he’s not sure if he wants to feel more or roll away.

  I trace a fingertip up his shaft.

  “Rayne…” He shuts his eyes and grits his teeth. Then he’s panting with his lips parted.

  I fucking love it.

  “Should’ve used the syrup lube so I could lick it off,” I murmur. My voice sounds husky and my dick is wanting me to rub it against something—preferably his. Sky is smiling up at me now, looking r
elaxed for the first time since we crawled in bed. I’ve got him locked into the moment with me.

  I cup his balls again, and then I rub my thumb over his taint.

  “I want you to close your eyes, Sky babe.”

  He inhales, and wraps his hand around my forearm like he wants to micromanage me, but then he shuts his eyes, lowers the bossy hand, and surrenders.

  “That’s right, McD…”

  I give his cock a few more slow strokes. Then I lift his balls, lean down, and lick behind them, where it smells like soap and lavender cream. I flick my tongue around his hole, and Sky’s big body jolts like he just grabbed something electric. I push the hot tip of my tongue into him, wiggling so it tickles, and he barks my name.

  Yep, I’ve gotcha, preacher. After this, you’re gonna be sleeping like a baby.

  My dick is so damn stiff that I reach down and try to bat the thing back. Sky notices and lifts his knee, rubbing on me with his leg, making my balls shift around, and—

  Fuck, you’ve gotta focus, Vance!

  I push my tongue into him again, making him growl low in his throat. His hands rub over my hair as I lick all around his balls and up his shaft and then back down, and I can feel him breathing harder.

  “You like that?” I whisper. I lap at his hole again, cupping my palm around his cockhead, smearing precum down him. He makes a sound that’s part moan and part whimper.

  “God, I love that sound.” I push my tongue inside again, and then again—I want to go as deep as I can get; I want to wow him, always—and his hand cups my head, fingers biting into my scalp.

  “Rayne…”

  Fuck, he’s so hot like this. Desperate for it. Half asleep, amped up on stress, rubbing his hand over my hair, rocking back to urge my tongue into his hole and thrusting his cock into my hand.

  I tug his balls and give his shaft a few slow licks. I know how he hates this; when I put my mouth on him, he wants to fuck my throat and come the next second—but tonight, the goal is wearing him out.

  I keep lapping at him, tentative and teasing, dragging my tongue up his shaft, rolling his balls and pumping him at his base, closing my mouth around his oozing cockhead, sucking.

  Hunger for him makes my hands sweat as I pump him. He’s pushing up on one leg, thrusting his dick at me to say just suck it more. I should keep drawing this out, but fuck, I want more myself. I’m so hard it actually hurts now. My balls throb every time his damn knee rubs them.

  I can tell he’s getting close because his shaft is thicker and his balls have firmed up. He wants to come so bad that he can’t keep himself still. His hand cups my nape and squeezes.

  “Suck me, Vanny.”

  Instead, I lift my head and suck my finger. When it’s nice and wet, I give his long cock one last popsicle lick. Then I nudge his balls aside and prod him. Sky blows out a long breath, and I push into him, slow and steady.

  “Aghh.” He lifts his hips so he can take me deeper.

  That’s right…

  I know how to find his sweet spot—and I do, immediately. My finger works like a fast-acting drug, making his big body tremble and his cockhead leak a rivulet of precum. I push another finger in, and his raised knee presses against my dick. I shift my hips so he can’t reach me; if I get distracted by my own need to blow, I can’t make him come.

  I stuff my fingers in a little deeper, and he’s clutching my hair, thrusting his dick into the darkness, moaning like he wants the hall security cam to pick up the noise.

  I’m tracing the flange of his head with the tip of my tongue, pushing a third finger into him, as he comes undone. He shouts as he blows in my mouth, and I shut my eyes and swallow—even though I’m so worked up, I want to suck and squeeze him.

  Then he’s up on both elbows, looking dazed as he leans forward and shoves my shoulder lightly.

  “Get on your back, Vanny.”

  He’s so damn hot as he crawls between my legs. I almost come just from the sight of those big, bulky shoulders and the feel of his hand closing around my balls. His free hand holds a packet of lube.

  “You trying to help me relax for tomorrow?” He arches an eyebrow as he asks, looking me like I’m guilty of a crime.

  “Trying to put you to sleep.” I hook a leg around his flank and wrap my arm around his shoulder, drawing him down on me. “I can see you worried.” I suck on his shoulder, biting and then kissing…licking. “I want you to feel good, McD.”

  He reaches between us, wrapping his hand around my cock and tugging. “Maybe I want you to feel good.” His hand closes around my tip, squeezing till it hurts—right as the fingers of his other hand push into my hole.

  “Ohhh fuck…”

  His fingers are lube-slick, but I’m not prepared. It’s a torpedo of pressure…pleasure. Some sound comes from my mouth. Then I’m scooting back…and thrusting forward again. His fingers spread inside me, tickling. He drags them back and forth, hitting my hot spot till I’m throbbing with bliss.

  Then he starts to suck me like a fucking Hoover. It feels almost too good.

  “Fuck!”

  “You know what gives me pleasure?” he growls.

  His fingers are doing some voodoo in me, pressing all around my prostate. I can’t form words as he pumps my erection. There’s a gush of precum. I can feel my pulse in my head.

  “What gives me the most pleasure, husband” —he leans down again, to lap my cum up— “is to treat you like my own fuck boy.”

  He pulls his fingers out of me and knee-walks over to the nightstand. When he comes back between my legs, I blink up at him, feeling brainless and electric. Like he’s charged my battery and every cell in me is twitching.

  Luke is grinning, holding up this badass toy that we just call the Double.

  “I want to put something in you,” he says, looking lust-hazed with one hand stroking his dick. “But I also want you in me. Wear us both out.”

  The toy is made of silicone. One part of it’s a plug that goes in deep; the other part is a stretchy sheath that’s basically a glove for my cock. The two parts are joined by an “o”-shaped ring that goes around my balls to anchor both the other pieces in place.

  I watch as Sky lubes the long plug and shut my eyes right before he pushes it in. It’s not as thick as Sky’s cock, but it goes damn near up to my belly button, and it aggravates me in the best way…making me want to squirm so it’ll hit my p-spot. He twirls the thing around inside me, smirking as I bark a groan out. Sweat’s already popping out along my forehead as I roll my hips and clench around the thing.

  “Annnd the balls,” he murmurs, sounding upbeat. Hanging from the base of the plug, where the silicon gets softer and more stretchy, is the rubbery ring. Sky stuffs my balls through it, settles it up at the top of my sac. With a plug in my hole and this ring attached to the plug, my nuts are tugged around based on the movement of the rest of the toy.

  The final part—the toy’s other arm—is the soft, stretchy sheath for my cock. Sky squirts some lube inside the thing and holds the plug in place as he tugs the sheath up over the fat tip of my cock. The maneuver shifts the plug inside me and tugs my balls upward. I jerk my hips, panting like a motherfucker.

  “You’re so gorgeous, Rayne babe.”

  Sky smooths the sheath down my shaft and hooks this piece, too, around my nutsack.

  And I’m moving. I can’t help it. I just need to come—right fucking now. Every time I thrust my hips, the grooves inside the sheath around my dick rub on it. It’s like being stroked by a hand. Every time my cock moves, my balls are tugged upward, and then I clench, and the long thing inside me…

  “Unghhh.” A shudder wracks me, and Sky chuckles. “I’m not even on you yet.”

  “Get up there,” I groan.

  He’s about to stuff himself so full he’s gonna blow his load before I do. It’s not my dick that he’ll be taking. It’s my dick with a thick, soft, dick-shaped glove around it. I’ve already got girth, but this sheath thing nearly doubles the circumference he
’ll be sinking down on.

  “Come here,” I grunt. “Let me lube you.”

  I watch as he pushes his fingers into himself. I can feel my cock swell in the sheath just from watching. “Your job is to lie there like a good toy,” he says, smirking.

  Then he straddles my chest with his ass facing me. I squeeze one of his cheeks as he pulls my sheathed cock up off my abs. I hear him exhale, see his balls from behind, swinging gently, as he rises into a slight crouch. I hold myself at the base, and his fingers stroke mine briefly as he positions himself over me…and then sinks slowly down onto my big, rubber-studded-and-ribbed turbo boner.

  Jesus, it’s so soft and wet inside the thing. When he takes my tip in, the whole thing grips me tighter. I can feel him shudder, feel him tense, and then he groans, and I’m encased in his warmth inch by damn delicious inch.

  There are things I want to do. I want to open my eyes, stroke his back with my hand. But as he moves on me, the loop around my balls tugs my sac, and I shift in response, making the plug pushed up my hole rub—

  “Fuck. Oh fuck, Sky. Ohhh fuck…ohhhh fuck.”

  A wave of heat rushes through my cock and balls. The plug is moving in me…and Sky’s moving too. His hand comes over my balls, squeezed tight by the toy, and I jerk, which makes him curse, and then he’s really bouncing. He’s groaning, low and hoarse, and I can feel him shudder.

  “Rayne. Oh God.”