Page 54 of Sinner (Priest 2)
“When you come,” she corrects herself, looking up at me. “Where will it go? On your stomach? Your hand?”
My head falls back against the headboard in sheer defeat. She’s too much, far too fucking much, sexy and innocent and daring—
“Watch,” I say and with a grunt, several hours of need finally, finally erupts. My body breaks in half, every part of me from my toes to my chest to my thoughts twist into a knot and then snaps, and I’m there. There. Plummeting right into the abyss, static creeping at the edges of my vision and heat hooking deep into my groin and spilling out of me in thick, big ropes.
They shoot onto my stomach—hot, white splatters like paint, all across my abs and into my navel, catching like thick pearls in the hair leading down to my cock and finally spilling out onto my hand, and I keep beating myself through it all, a long groan tearing out of my chest as my balls drain and I’m blissfully wrung out to the last drop.
Until I’m empty and panting and completely, completely spent.
Zenny absentmindedly drags a finger through the mess on my stomach and lifts it to her mouth. My softening cock gives a painful throb as I watch her suck the finger clean.
She makes a cute little face. “It’s bitter.”
I laugh. “Yes, I think the general consensus is that cum tastes terrible. Usually people go to great lengths not to taste it.”
A little shrug against my chest. “I don’t want to miss any parts of you,” she says. “Even the parts other women haven’t wanted.”
I don’t answer that. I can’t, because there’s this sudden and unfamiliar tangle in my throat that keeps the words down. Instead, I pull her tight to my chest, and we stay there for a long time, quiet and sticky, all while I register the fact that I’m feeling things an old man like me has no right to feel about a young woman like her, and I’m not sure at all what to do about it.
Chapter Fifteen
“We should shower,” I finally say, with no small amount of reluctance. “And then we can go to bed.”
She stirs against me (I’m pretty sure she was nearly asleep or totally there) and her curls brush against my jaw in the most amazing way when she lifts her head to look at me. “You want me to stay the night?” she asks, like I just asked her to donate a kidney.
Bossy Sean rears his head. “You’re not driving home this late. It’s not safe.”
Cue eye roll.
It’s adorable, but I still playfully pinch her ass. “Hey, I’m serious. I don’t feel good sending you out this late when I’ve got a perfectly good bed right here. And I’m an excellent snuggler.”
“I drive home from the shelter this late all the time,” she informs me. “And I live in some pretty sketchy dorms. I can handle myself.”
I swallow down my first seven reactions to this. “Sorry. Did you say sketchy? As in unsafe?”
She sighs. “Please don’t be like my parents. It’s perfectly safe if you know what you’re doing.”
I swallow down my next seven reactions. “Are you moving after you take your novice vows? After the semester ends?”
She nods. “It’s why I wanted something cheap and small before. There’s no point in me wasting money on a huge place I’m just going to leave. Plus I feel like it’s good practice for living in the monastery, you know? Basic. Economical.”
I come to a spontaneous and insane decision. “Stay with me.”
“I guess class isn’t that early tomorrow—”
“Not just tonight. For the month.”
Zenny sits all the way up and faces me. “Pardon me?”
“Sleep here, study here, be here between the shelter and class.” The more I talk about it, the better it feels. The more obvious it seems. “Think about it—you were worried about scheduling and finding time to be together before, and you want to see all the things you’re going to miss—what’s bigger than getting to live with someone? Sharing their bed all the time, eating with them, showering with them, seeing them always?”
She blinks at me slowly, her lashes going down and then up, her expression unreadable. “That’s not…I mean, we don’t—”
“You’ve known me literally your entire life, Zenny. You can’t say we barely know each other, because it’s not true. You can’t say it’s too soon because we only have a month.” I take her hands in mine. “I want you here. Say you’ll do it. Say you’ll stay with me.”
Her lips part, as if to speak, and then they close. “I have to think about it,” she finally says.
“Are you tempted to say yes?” I ask, searching her face. “Do you want to?”
