Twenty-Nine
Saylor
“You gonna admit you’re fucking the priest yet?” Gathe asked before popping a chip into his mouth and grinning at me.
“Shut up,” I hissed, looking around us.
“What? They all know. I’m not the only one who has witnessed ole Father Jude going into the shop and staying awhile when you’re the only one in there.”
I glared at him. “Why would any of you see that? You’re just there to make sure I get to and from my car safely.”
“I didn’t have binoculars, but I am positive I saw a naked ass with legs wrapped around him, pounding away,” Forge said.
I swung my eyes to him. He was grinning as he took a drink from his beer while watching the game on the screen.
“You couldn’t have seen that,” I said angrily.
He cut his eyes at me. “Okay, I lied. I had binoculars. But I was just checking out the area before leaving. I didn’t know I was gonna get live-action porn. Dimples Does God Dirty . Has a naughty ring to it.”
The others laughed, and I grabbed a handful of chips and threw them at him.
“You’re a perv! And how did you know he calls me Dimples? I swear to God, if y’all have some microphone planted, I will kill you all, one by one.”
Gathe finally caught his breath from his uncontrollable laughter and bumped my shoulder with his arm. “Chill. No microphone. I might have seen a text or two on your phone by accident.”
I glared at him and shot up. “You are all assholes. I’m leaving.”
Gathe grabbed my hand, tugging me back down. “Sit. Halo will have li’l Hawk to sleep soon, and if we run you off, Bane will beat all our asses. She was excited you were coming over.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at all of them.
Forge shrugged. “It wasn’t like I saw your ass.”
“Ugh,” I groaned. “Why are y’all stalking me during the day?”
Than leaned forward for more chips and dip. “Not stalking, Princess. Just checking in.”
“Yeah, but seeing as you’re regularly fucking the Lord’s servant and all, we could probably cut down on the security detail,” Forge said.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out.
Jude:
Bible study over. Heading to the rectory. Where are you?
I glanced up to see Gathe looking at me, and I stood back up so he couldn’t see my screen.
Saylor:
At the house that Bane and Halo live in with some of the other guys.
“The naughty priest?” Gathe asked.
I walked around the sofa and over toward the entrance to the game room.
“I’m gonna say that’s a yes,” Than said.
“Tell him I said he’s got a great ass,” Forge called out.
I kept walking to get away from them. Our plan had been for Gathe to drop me off and let me walk to the rectory at ten tonight. There was nowhere to hide my care safely and it could be spotted at the church parking lot. We didn’t need anyone asking questions.
Jude:
My other meeting was canceled. Any chance you can come now?
Smiling, I walked back into the great room.
Saylor:
Yes. I’ll be there soon.
Gathe was watching me. “You want that ride now, don’t you?”
I nodded. “I’ll make it up to Halo. We can do something another night this weekend.”
Gathe grabbed another chip, scooped up some of the cheesy beef dip, then grabbed his keys off the table. “Come on.”
“See ya, Dimples,” Forge called out.
“I will murder you in your sleep,” I replied.
He said something, and they all started laughing again. I rolled my eyes and followed Gathe outside the door.
I had to use my phone to see through the darkness as I walked down the wooded path that led to the rectory. All the house lights were out, which didn’t help. When I reached the door, it opened. Jude’s hand wrapped around my wrist and tugged me inside, shutting it behind me. The bolt clicked into place, and then his mouth was on mine.
Going up onto my toes, I slipped my fingers into his hair and tangled my tongue with his. The faint taste of whiskey made me smile.
“Mmm,” he hummed as he nipped and then licked my bottom lip. “I’ve needed to do that all day. Sister Mena being at work sucks.”
I giggled as he stepped back, taking my hand and leading me to the sofa. The only light was the moon, which was somewhat shaded behind trees. He sat down, then pulled me onto his lap, straddling him. He slid his hand behind my neck and brought my mouth to his.
“How long do I get to keep you?” he asked, brushing his lips against mine.
“Depends on how long you want me.”
His laugh was dark and sexy. “Dimples, I’d keep you locked away here all the time if I could. What’s the latest you will have a ride?”
“It’s Friday night. They stay up late. Will probably end up going out. So, three.”
His hands grabbed my butt and rubbed my pussy against his hard length. “I fantasized about you all day. I even sat in the reconciliation booth, listening to confessions while imagining you in there with me, sucking my dick.”
I pressed against him, giving my clit some attention.
“I haven’t sucked your cock yet,” I told him. “How do you know if I’m any good at it?” I teased.
He laid his head back, smiling up at me. His wicked grin starred in my dreams at night. “No one has ever sucked my cock, Dimples. You could just press those plump lips to it, and it would be spectacular.”
I smiled, then started to get up, but his hands clamped down on my thighs, holding me there.
“Hey, where are you going?”
“It’s time you had your cock sucked, Father.”
Even in the darkness, the flash of depravity in his eyes was unmistakable. I was about to rock this man’s world. Biting back the grin that was tugging at my lips, I grabbed the waist of the navy sweatpants he was wearing and tugged them down. He lifted his butt off the sofa to help me.
No underwear. I raised my eyebrows and lifted my eyes from his long, rigid erection to his face.
He smirked. “At home, I go commando.”
I licked my lips as I lowered myself to my knees. His eyes watching me, hooded, anticipation in his gaze.
Wrapping my hand around his cock, I began to gently stroke it. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he lifted his hips to pump into my hand.
“Pull my hair back and hold it in your hand,” I told him.
He reached for it, gathering it up until it was all away from my face. I winked, then stuck out my tongue and slapped the head against it. His mouth fell open as he watched.
I took him in until the tip hit my throat and my gag reflex kicked in. Opening up my throat and relaxing it the best I could, I went deeper until I had as much as I could fit.
“Oh fuuuuck,” he moaned as his hand tightened its hold on my hair.
Hollowing out my cheeks, I began to suck, flicking the head with my tongue, then took him deeper down my throat each time. His sounds of pleasure drove me to take more than I’d ever been able to with Crosby. Simply because, with him, it had become a chore. But with Jude, I was getting turned on by it. The tingle between my legs growing.
I slid a hand under my mouth and cupped his balls, gently squeezing.
“Jesus, fuck, that’s amazing,” he panted, then shoved my head down on his dick.
My eyes watered, and I looked up at him while he sank in as far as he could go.
He looked pain. “Shit.” His hand eased. “I’m hurting you. I’m sorry.”
I let his length slide out of my mouth and then ran my fingertip over his leaking slit. “You’re not hurting me. You’re gagging me. That’s how it works. I’m taking you in my mouth, giving you the access and power to fuck my mouth. Take it. I’m allowing you to treat me like your little slut. Play out your fantasy.”
“God, baby,” he groaned as I took him back into my mouth. “I won’t last long.”
I smiled with my mouth full of him and began teasing him until he started taking more.
“Ah, that’s it. Fuck, your mouth is perfect. That pretty face.” His voice was gravelly as he started pumping into my mouth, slowly losing control. “You want this?” he asked as he jerked my head down harder.
I nodded, keeping my eyes on his face.
His body was tight, veins on his arms and neck standing out. “You want to be my slut, taking my cock like a little whore?”
I nodded. A gush between my legs caused me to moan.
“Fuuuck, you like it. You want my dick,” he growled.
I felt him growing in my mouth. So close.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he warned, his eyes glazing over as he started to let go of my hair so I could stop.
I shook my head, grabbing his hand and pressing it to my head while I took him in until I was gagging again.
“OH GOD! FUCK! FUCK! GAAAAH!” His shouts came as he coated my throat with his seed. Thick and hot, it clung, sliding down slowly.
I felt him shudder beneath me after his last pump, and I lifted my head and let him fall from my lips.
He was staring at me with a sated, amazed expression. Then, he shook his head. “I want to pretend like you were born with that talent and mine is the only cock you’ve had in your mouth.”
I laughed as I stood up, then slid my shorts and panties off before climbing back onto his lap until his semi-hard cock lay between my folds.
“Also, that just tanked my fantasy about you giving me head during confessional. I wouldn’t be able to stay quiet.”
I licked my lips, getting the little bit of cum from the corners.
His eyes dropped to watch me. “I didn’t expect you to swallow it.”
I ran a finger over my bottom lip since he was so entranced with my mouth now. “That was a first for me,” I told him. “But I wanted yours.”
A sexy grin curled his lips as he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Okay, that makes me feel a little better about the fact that might have been my first one, but it was professional grade. I’ve seen it done on television. Before I was ordained, I might have watched some porn.”
I felt his cock twitch against me. I rubbed my slit over it.
“I think it’s gonna stay hard, Dimples, especially when you put your pussy on it. It’s a big fan of your wet little cunt.”
I lifted my hips and took his length in my hand, then sank down onto him, already squirting as I did.
“Fuck, baby,” he hissed as it coated him. “Such a good girl.”
I started to bounce up and down. His eyes widened slightly as he squeezed my ass in both his hands.
“Top off. I want to see your tits,” he said.
I reached for the hem and pulled it over my head, then unsnapped my bra, letting it fall down my arms before slinging it away.
“Now, bounce on my cock again, hard and fast.” The command was raspy.
I put my hands back on his thighs, arching my back slightly, and began to ride him.
“Ah fuck, you need to come quick,” he told me, his jaw clenched tight.
“Call me dirty names,” I panted.
His eyes narrowed. “You sure?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please.”
“Naughty little slut. Tempting me,” he bit out as his hands tightened on my waist. “Making me sin. Taunting me with your tight pussy. Wanting to be my whore. You’d let me bend you over the altar and fuck you raw, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my body starting to quake.
“Such a dirty, dirty slut,” he snarled as he lifted his hips, slamming into me, meeting my thrusts.
My cry tore from me as I began to come.
“That’s it. My little whore, creaming all over my cock.”
“Oh God!” I moaned. “Yes, I’m your dirty slut.”
“GAH!” Jude roared as he held me down hard. The pulse of his cock licking my inner walls. His release gushing inside me.
Tremors ran through him, and I sank down, falling forward, wrapping my arms around his neck. I laid my head on his shoulder.
He ran his hand down my back.
“I love you.” The words fell from my lips. I hadn’t meant to speak them out loud. But they came anyway.
He stilled. His hand stopped. The silence around us became deafening.
Then, his hands slid under my butt, and he stood, carrying me in his arms to his bedroom. With extreme care, he laid me down, then slid in beside me, cradling me against his chest like I was precious. Something he wanted to keep close always.