Page 49 of Priest (Priest 1)
She moaned, my words teasing her more than my fingers ever could, and part of me was ashamed at how much it aroused me to say these degrading things to her and another part of me was telling that part to shut the fuck up and just do it already.
I sealed my mouth over hers as I yanked my boxers down far enough to free my dick, and then I blindly shoved my hips forward, burying myself in one rough stroke.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck, her scorching mouth everywhere, and it was like holding a live wire, the way she moved and squirmed under me as I rammed into her, letting every doubt and jealousy and fear possess me. I would fuck her until she felt like she was mine. I would fuck her until she couldn’t walk away.
I would fuck her until I couldn’t walk away.
Every thrust brought me closer and closer, but one thought wouldn’t let go of me and I pressed my body into her and ground down against her clit, feeling her writhe and coil around me. She was close.
“Let me put it in your ass, Poppy,” I said. I ran the tip of my nose along her jawline, making her shiver. “I want to fuck you there.”
“Oh God,” she whispered. “Yes. Please.”
There was no time to think the logistics through, no time to even consider relocating to a more prepared place. I had something only a few steps away that would work, and I wasn’t going to waste any time looking for something else.
I pulled out, my cock so hard it hurt, and stood. “Stay,” I ordered, and I tucked myself back inside my boxers to make the short walk to the ambry in the back of the sanctuary, the small cabinet where we kept our sacred oils.
My hands shook as I opened the door. These were oils that had been blessed during Holy Week by my bishop, oils used only for sacraments like baptism and confirmation and the anointing of the sick. I selected a glass vial of oil—the Oil of Chrism—and went back to Poppy, studiously avoiding the crucifix and the tabernacle with my eyes as I did.
She’d stayed on the floor, her skirt still bunched up around her waist, her cheeks flushed. After I’d locked the door again, I stood over her and pulled at my collar, trying to take it off.
“No,” she said, her pupils large and dark. “Leave it on.”
My dick surged. Dirty girl.
“You’re going to kill me,” I told her as I knelt down. I flipped her over on her stomach, so that her delicious ass faced me and also so that she could rest her head on her arms if she needed.
I unstoppered the vial and drizzled some of the oil on my fingertip, which I then used to paint a slick circle around the tight rosebud of her ass. She quivered under my caress, involuntarily tensing every time my touch grazed her there. But her pussy clenched too, and I could see how she was starting to press her hips into the floor, trying to alleviate some of the ache building in her clit.
I added more oil to my fingers and started teasing and testing at her rim, massaging her, loosening her. The smell of balsam—an ancient, churchy smell—filled the room.
“Do you know what this is, Poppy?” I asked.
She shook her head against her arms.
“It’s a sacramental oil. It’s used for baptisms and ordinations. It’s even used to anoint the walls of a church when it’s built.” I ran a hand down the smooth, firm slope of her back, feeling her sigh against my touch, and at that moment, sliding a finger inside.
She gasped.
“I’m anointing you now,” I informed her. “I’m sanctifying you from the inside out. You feel that? That’s my finger fucking your ass. And in just a minute, it will be my cock. It will be my cock consecrating you. No, don’t touch yourself, sweetheart. We’re going to get there together.”
I took her hand, which had been sliding underneath her stomach, and put it up by her head, all while I kept working her ass with the oil and my finger. Her channel was so damn snug, and just knowing my dick would take its place in a matter of minutes was enough to make me into a wild man.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I poured a healthy amount of oil on my palm and then fisted my cock, the view in front of me and my own slick, strong hand pushing me close to the edge.
“Tyler,” Poppy said, looking back at me. “I’ve done this before. But never with someone your size.” She looked a little worried, but she was also still grinding herself against the floor, desperate to be fucked.
I wanted to tell her I’d be gentle with her ass, but I also didn’t want to make a promise I didn’t know I could keep (because fuck, I could barely hold it together just looking at it.) Instead, I told her, “You tell me when to stop and I’ll stop that very instant, okay?”
She nodded and laid her head down, canting her hips up to meet me. I leaned down, one hand guiding my cock to her entrance and the other reaching for the oil, pouring more over her ass and over my dick until we were both slippery as fuck.
I set down the vial and then started caressing her back as I pushed against her tightness, feeling her open gradually to me, slowly welcoming me in.
The head of my dick pushed and pushed and finally eased past the initial resistance, and all of a sudden, I was inside and her ass was gripping me in a tight heat unlike anything I’d ever felt before, even with the other girlfriends I’d done this with. I had to hang my head and take several deep breaths, counting to ten, before I could be sure that I wasn’t going to lose it too early to savor her properly.
I pushed in a little more. “Oh lamb, this is going to be a tight fit,” I warned.
And it was.
