Page 38 of Priest (Priest 1)
“Are you using your whole hand or just your fingers?”
“My whole hand,” I said, and I was jerking myself in earnest now, wanting her to be here so badly.
“Hold on,” she said, and there were a few seconds of silence. Then my phone buzzed. “You have a text,” she said silkily.
I held my phone away from my face and nearly passed out. She’d sent me a picture of her fingers buried in her cunt. “You’re so fucking dirty,” I said. And then another one came through, this one angled so that I could see her black high heel braced against the edge of a desk.
Holy shit.
“I can hear you now,” she said. “I can hear your hand moving over your cock. God, I wish I could see it.”
“I wish you could too,” I said, and I managed to pull up the camera on my phone and turn on the video, all with one hand because no way was I slowing down now.
“I’m so wet,” she confided. “I’m making a mess. I’m in my boss’s office right now—mmm—it’s all so slippery and I wish it was your cock instead of my fingers, I wish it so much. I wore these heels today knowing I’d be digging them into your back later.”
I kept the image of her heels and that perfect cunt in my mind as I let her words work their magic. My climax jolted through me and I thrust up into my hand, groaning loudly as come jetted out of my dick, exhaling a muttered fuck as the orgasm slowly backed down.
“I love hearing you,” came her voice from the earpiece. “Your noises. I thought about them last night in my hotel room while I played with myself.”
“Naughty girl.” I sent her the video. “Now it’s your turn to check your messages.”
There was a pause and then I could hear the unmistakable sound of myself jacking off as she played the video, hear my groan echoing in her boss’s office. “Oh God,” she whispered, and it was clear I was on speaker now. “Fuck, Tyler. That’s so—if I were there, I would lick every last drop off you.”
“If you were here, it all would have gone in your tight little cunt,” I growled.
“Jesus,” she moaned. And then, “Yes,” which was followed by breathy little gasps that made my cock stir back to life. And finally silence, punctuated with a loud sigh and the chair squeaking as sh
e sat up.
I heard the click as I came off speaker. “Tyler?”
“Yes?”
The smile was apparent in her voice. “Feel free to call me any time.”
Somehow, I managed to make it through the rest of the day, running until I couldn’t think, half-heartedly piecing together stuff for Bishop Bove’s panel proposal while I impatiently watched the clock (and tamped down guilt as I gathered notes about sexual sin.)
Around seven in the evening, my phone buzzed.
I’m home. Do you want me to come to the rectory?
I responded right away. I’ll meet you at the church.
Thursday night was the one night a week without any activities, groups or Bible studies going on, so the church was empty. It was still early enough in the evening to be light out, and I wanted the plausible excuse of counseling or budget stuff in case someone saw her walking into the church. Her coming to the rectory alone at night would be a little harder to defend.
I slipped in the back door and practically jogged down the hallway to the narthex, where the front doors were locked. I turned the bolt and opened the door, and there was Poppy in a short red dress and black high heels, lips red and ready for me.
I had wanted to be gentle at first, to share more of those deep sweet kisses that left us dizzy and stunned, but that dress and those heels…
Screw gentle.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside, barely taking the time to lock the door before I pushed her against it and slanted my mouth over hers. I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her so that she was truly pinned between the wood and my pelvis, which I rocked against her as we kissed.
And that was when I discovered she wasn’t wearing underwear.
“Poppy,” I said, breaking our kiss to move a hand down between us. “What’s this?”
“I told you,” she said, trying to catch her breath. “You made me messy today. I had to take them off.”
