Page 19 of Priest (Priest 1)
ldn’t, and then I stood and saw her looking over her shoulder like I was the most wondrous thing she’d ever seen.
“No one’s ever done that to me before,” she whispered.
Tongue-fucked her in a church? Bent her over a piano and licked her until she couldn’t stand anymore?
My eyebrows drew together, and she answered my unspoken question. “No one’s ever made me come with their mouth before, I mean,” she said. There was still a flush high on her cheeks, creeping down her neck.
I didn’t understand. “No guy has ever gone down on you?”
She shook her head and then closed her eyes. “That felt so good.”
I was shocked. How could she have never received oral?
“That’s a shame, little lamb,” I said, and I couldn’t stop myself, I pressed my covered erection into her ass. “No one’s taken care of you properly before.” I dropped a hand down and around to find her clit again, groaning inwardly when I found that it was still a swollen, hot button of need. “But I won’t lie. It makes me hard as fuck knowing that I was the first man to taste you.”
I heard the words as I said them and suddenly reality slammed back into me.
What the fuck was I doing? What the fuck had I done?
And why had I done it here, of all places?
I stepped back, breathing hard, no thought in my mind other than to get away, somewhere else, before I was laid low by guilt and regret.
Poppy spun around, her skirt still bunched around her waist, her eyes flashing. “Don’t you dare,” she said. “Don’t you dare check out on me now.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I…I can’t.”
“You can,” she said, stepping forward. She pressed a palm to my erection, and I looked down to see her unbuckling my belt.
“I can’t,” I repeated, still watching as she drew out my cock. The moment her fingers brushed over my bare skin, I wanted to die, because I hadn’t exaggerated how good that felt in my memories and my fantasies, no, I had not.
“You are a good priest, Father Bell,” she said, her hand moving down to explore lower, cupping me. “But you’re also a good man. And doesn’t a good man deserve a little indulgence every now and then?”
She gripped me tighter, started to stroke in earnest now. I watched her hand moving up and down my shaft like a man hypnotized. “We won’t have sex,” she promised. “No sex, and then it’s not really breaking any rules, right?”
“You’re equivocating now,” I said raggedly, closing my eyes against the sight of her pumping my dick.
“Then how about another confession,” she said, dragging her fingernails from my pelvis to my navel, making my abs tighten. “After the first day I talked to you, I looked you up online. I couldn’t stop thinking about your voice, like I could still hear it in a way, echoing in my mind. And then I saw your picture on the website and you looked…well, you know how you look. That was the first time I got off thinking about you.”
“You’ve touched yourself thinking about me?” The last remaining shred of my self-control frayed, threatening to snap.
“More than once,” she admitted, still running her fingers over my abs underneath my shirt. “Because seeing your body that first time we met while running…and then your face the last time we talked. God, your face, it was so damn dark, like you wanted to gobble me up right there…I had to fuck myself three times before I could focus on anything else.”
There it went, any self-discipline that remained, and all that was left was a male—not Tyler, not Father Bell—but something more primal and more demanding.
“Show me,” I ordered.
“What?”
“Lie down on this floor, spread your legs and show me what it looks like when you fuck yourself thinking of me.”
Her mouth parted and her cheeks reddened and then she was laying on the carpet, her hand on her cunt. I stood over her, fisting my cock, giving in to it all, giving in to everything, as long as it ended in her covered in my climax.
“Why didn’t you wear underwear today?” I asked, watching her trace circles around her clitoris.
“The last time, when we talked, I got so hot talking to you. I thought if it happened again today, it would be easier if I didn’t wear panties. To…take care of it. And it was easier.”
I knelt down between her legs and then took her slender wrists in my hand. I stretched out over her, pinning her wrists to the floor above her head, my dick brushing against her pussy and her bunched-up skirt. “Are you telling me,” I asked, “that you were masturbating in the booth next to me?”
