Chapter Eight – Priest
I could kiss her all day and all night. Of course, if we were going all night, I’d do a lot more than just kiss her, but I’d told myself I would go at her pace. I wouldn’t push… too much. If she wasn’t comfortable doing everything, we could wait. I could be a gentleman.
It was hard work, being a gentleman, especially when it was so easy to lose yourself in those lips of hers. So damned soft. So supple. The way they met my mouth in a constant tug of war, I memorized a long time ago how smooth and enticing they were.
In the past, it’d been about the numbers. Getting between their legs quick. It was never about the slow game. Never about the journey. I’d never really cared. Why would I, when I had my choice of girls—and guys—falling at my feet, worshiping the very ground I walked on?
And then along came Angel. Along came a twist of fate, a girl that I was told not to try anything with, a girl who’d, at first, acted like I wasn’t her type.
Maybe that’s what drove me so wild about her: she treated me like a normal guy, not like a god on the stage or a sexy stranger she wanted to hook up with. To her, I was just like everybody else.
Maybe a part of me wanted to prove to her I could be better, that I could change. I know, I know. It was a weird possibility, one I never thought I’d have, let alone want, but the more days that passed, the more I was starting to think it was the case.
I wanted Angel. I wanted every part of her, all the time. I wanted her in my bed not so I could steal kisses while she was sleeping, but so I could feel her body next to mine throughout the night, so I could hold onto her and feel her skin on mine.
I bet every inch of her skin was just as soft as her lips.
Neither of us kept track of how long we made out in my room. Before long, my dick was rock hard and aching to get out, twitching with the urgent need to bury itself between Angel’s legs, but I dutifully ignored it.
Slow and steady would win this race… although it wasn’t a contest. The guys and I had discussed it before. If Angel should want to be with one of us, if she chose to give he r virginity to one of us, we couldn’t be upset or jealous if she didn’t choose us.
I mean, of course I’d be jealous if I wasn’t her first, but I’d keep that bottled inside. Jealousy, as it turned out, wasn’t something I was used to feeling. It could be overwhelming at times.
All that said, I was the one who had her in my room right now, I was the one whose lips were bruising hers, crushing in their passion. I was the one who held onto her wrists, whose body could feel hers squirming underneath. Right now, it was all me.
Fuck. Feeling her body under mine… let’s just say it was addicting. How desperately I wished I could tear off all of her clothes and feel that soft, luscious skin against mine, nothing hindering us. I wanted to take my lips across every inch of that skin, make this girl squirm in other ways. My balls ached at the thought.
I wanted to fuck her. God, I wanted to fuck her so badly.
My desire for her grew too strong; I had to have just a little bit more, so I released her wrists. My mouth was still firmly attached to hers as I let my hands fall to her stomach, where my fingers slipped underneath her shirt and started to roam up her stomach.
Angel’s skin tensed underneath my fingertips, but I kept going until my hands had pushed up her shirt enough to reveal her bra. Only then did I pull my mouth off hers and whisper, “Let me make you feel good, Angel. Let me show you what bodies can do when they learn to let go.” A desperate plea for her not to stop me.
I’d let her pull away, I’d listen if she said no, but boy, would it suck something fierce.
But Angel didn’t tell me no. She only watched me with half-lidded eyes, pupils dilated to the extreme, and I knew right then that she was just as needy as me. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.
Well, time to open her eyes to the wonders her sweet little body held.
I pushed down the padded part of her bra, exposing both of her tits simultaneously. Her nipples were semi-hard, but I’d make them rock-hard pebbles by the time I was done with them.
And such beautiful tits they were. Round and perky, big enough to fit in the palm of your hand and then some. A chest whose curves could make your dick ache just from a glance, the skin on them so silky smooth and white they were like porcelain.
I pawed at her left tit as I brought my mouth down to the right. My tongue slipped past my lips, and I drew my tongue around the nipple slowly, easing her into the sensation. Angel sucked in a hard breath, but she didn’t say a word—not until I latched on and started to suck, and then she let out a breathless moan along with the words “Oh, God.”
How adorable. God wasn’t here. It was just me and her.
Her nipple hardened into a perky point in my mouth, and I showered it with more attention than it could handle as my fingers tweaked her other nipple. When it was time to switch, I did the same thing to her left tit, moving my other hand to her right to continue tweaking and pinching and playing.
Angel squirmed. “Oh, Priest.” So breathless, so soft and light and feminine. Her voice, unruffled, was something I bottled up and saved for later. So unbelievably sexy I couldn’t handle it.
If she thought this felt good, just wait. I wasn’t done yet—and I wouldn’t be done until I made that sexy body of hers unravel with an orgasm. Maybe two. I wouldn’t stop until she told me to. I’d keep going and going, giving her orgasm after orgasm until her body couldn’t handle it anymore.
I pulled my mouth off her left tit, lifting my face to hers. After bringing my lips to her ear, I whispered, “I want to make you come, Angel. I want to see you lose it, but if I’m going too far, tell me.” A last-ditch reminder to her that she could stop me at any time.
But she didn’t. All she did was work on catching her breath… even though it wouldn’t be for long, because when she said not a word, I nibbled on her earlobe and let one of my hands slip between her legs.
Leggings were such thin things. If you applied pressure, you could feel everything. Every fold… the clit. And, as it tu rned out, hers was already quite swollen from the attention I’d shown the rest of her body.
She sucked in a hard breath when I applied pressure with my palm over her clit, and I smirked. I couldn’t help it. She had no idea how things were about to turn up, how the pleasure coursing through her body would be swallowed by what I was about to do.
Let’s just say I was really good with my hands. And my mouth. And my dick—but my dick would have to wait. It was my fingers’ turn to shine.
I didn’t slip down her leggings. They gave enough to let me snake my hand between the fabric and her body, and my fingers curled along her apex with a silent confidence that made her immediately moan when they found her swollen clit.
I began to rub both sides of the tiny nub, breathing hard into her ear as I murmured, “If something doesn’t feel good, tell me, Angel. Times like this, it’s all about communication. If it does feel good, I want to hear you… put those lungs to work and tell me how good it feels.” I stroked her clit slowly at first, but as I spoke, I picked up momentum.
Angel was breathless. Her still-exposed tits heaved as she struggled to regain herself. Though there wasn’t much light in my room, I could tell her cheeks were flushed with heat. Her back had arched a bit, and her eyes fluttered closed.
She didn’t stop me. She didn’t tell me I was going too far. And that was good, because I think I was growing addicted to the sounds that came from her slender throat.
I leaned my forehead against the side of her face, needing to be close to her as my fingers worked harder on her clit. I worked both fingers on each side of her clit in unison, then separately, trying to gauge which she liked best. As far as I knew, she’d never had an orgasm before. No other hands had ever touched her like this. This might just be her first time, and that meant she had to learn what she liked.
Fortunately for her, I would volunteer myself every damned time. I’d put in the work, the effort, do whatever she wanted whenever she asked, all for the sake of her self-discovery.
I so wanted to dip my fingers a bit lower, to plunge my digits into her core and see just how wet she was, but if I was going to dip something inside of her, it wasn’t going to be my fingers. It’d be my cock, and we’d both be naked. So, I had to keep my focus on that swollen clit and the sounds Angel made as I switched up my fingers’ pace.
It didn’t take long. I could tell when she was about to come when her breathing hitched and her hips began to rock against my hand; her body’s way of creeping closer to the edge without even knowing it.
“That’s right,” I crooned into her ear, my voice a bare whisper, “let go. Come for me, Angel.”
A sound unlike any other escaped her, loud and sensual, a moan that put all her other moans to shame. Her body tensed up before releasing its pent-up pressure, and not once did I slow my fingers’ pace around her clit. I helped her reach that precipice and I pushed her off the ledge, basking in her sounds all the while.
God, she was so fucking sexy when she came. With her shirt bunched up, her tits exposed, she was the epitome of undone. Beautiful and gorgeous, and so, so enticing.
I was measured in pulling my hand away from her apex, laying it on her stomach as I whispered, “How’d that feel, hmm? I bet it felt good. Want to go for another round? Sans fingers, though.”
I was about ninety-nine percent sure I was the first to have made her come with my hand, so it was only logical that we kept going a bit more and I made her come with something else: my mouth.
She breathed hard. “What…” It was almost like she couldn’t finish the question. Either she was too lost in the lingering pleasure of her first-ever orgasm, or… no. That was the only logical conclusion.
I kissed her mouth once before adding, “Just close those eyes and let Priest get to work.” Speaking of myself in third-person might’ve been a little weird, but I guess I was on the weirder side of things, anyway.
I mean, I was sharing a girl with my two best friends. Things didn’t get weirder than that.
Without saying another word, I crawled down her body, positioning myself next to her legs. For this, I would have to take those tight leggings off, so my mouth could get a good, unobstructed path to that swollen nub at her apex.
My fingers hooked around the waistband of her leggings, and I slowly pulled them off her, revealing her bare skin underneath inch after sweet, delicious inch. Let’s just say she wasn’t wearing any panties under them, which meant as soon as I got those leggings off, I was met with the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
Wait. Hold on.
I slipped my hands between her thighs and spread her legs, exposing that gorgeous space between her legs.
Now that was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, even in the semi-darkness of my room.
As much as I wanted to kneel there between those legs and stare, to memorize every single detail so I could tuck it away for later, I couldn’t. I lowered myself to her apex so I could get straight to work.
I licked my lips in anticipation of what I was about to do, and then I went at it. Or I went at her. However you wanted to describe it, it didn’t matter. What did matter was the fact that my mouth latched onto her clit and I sucked that swollen nub between my teeth before running my tongue along it.
The sounds that came from her throat after I took that nub into my mouth were unlike the sounds she’d made before. Each moan was more like a cry of pleasure, and each sigh that came from her made it sound like she was begging for more. Her hands gripped the sheets around her tightly, her body wracked with the pleasure my mouth and tongue gave her.
She was absolutely addicting. The sounds she made, the way her apex tasted… goddamn it, I never wanted to pull away. I wanted to fill the air with her noises and keep my face firmly buried between her legs. I couldn’t get enough. I’d never get my fill of her.
My mouth assaulted her clit with a fiery passion. It wasn’t the first time I’d given a girl head—obviously—but it was the first time I didn’t care about reciprocation, that I wasn’t trying to show off only so I could have her get on her knees for me. This time, it was all about her, all about Angel.
God, how fast things had changed. I thought this would be a disaster, and now I couldn’t imagine it happening any differently.
She was it. I knew it. Angel was it. I’d never get tired of her, never want anyone else but her again—and if, by some chance, she decided she was tired of me, I’d have, for the first time in my life, a broken heart.
Angel whined, the sounds she made changing just as they had when it was my fingers between her legs. I knew that was my sign to keep going, to keep up the pressure on her clit with my mouth, so I could bring another orgasm out of her.
Her thighs tensed around my head, her body’s senses heightened as what must’ve been her second orgasm arrived. Angel cried out, the pleasure inside too much. Her lower back arched, grinding her clit against my mouth. I only wished I could’ve seen the look on her face as she came that time.
God, I really wanted to fuck this girl. I wanted to fuck her so hard and for so long she wouldn’t be able to walk straight after. I wanted to fuck her so much, over and over, that my dick would get sore.
That was a lot of fucking, take it from me.
I was slow in pulling my mouth off her, and I crawled up her as I licked my lips, bringing my face to hers as I whispered, “Stay here tonight. Stay with me, Angel. Let me keep you up all night long.” It wasn’t bed time yet, obviously, but who’s to say we couldn’t get an early night? Crawl under the sheets together, get naked… see where the night led us.
She panted. “Priest…” It was like she could hardly get the word out.
“What? I just want to sleep… and maybe do some other stuff that involves neither of us getting a wink of sleep,” I admitted with a smirk. I lay beside her and smoothed out her hair. “Stay with me. It’ll be fun, I promise.”
“If I stay, I think we both know what’ll happen,” Angel whispered back. “And I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”
She didn’t know what she was missing out on. Sex was literally the best thing ever. I could have it every day, multiple times a day, and never get tired of it. And it wasn’t just the orgasms that could have you in a chokehold; it was the act itself. Being inside someone else. Or, in Angel’s case, letting someone else be inside her.
Although, I supposed if she had a strap-on or used her fingers, she could be inside someone else… that might be fun.
But that was getting off-track. The whole point was: sex was fun. Sex was addicting. Sex was sex, and until you experienced it for yourself—with a good partner, I might add—there was nothing else to say. It was incomparable.
“Don’t overthink things,” I told her. “Live in the moment. Maybe it seems like your virginity is a big deal, but trust me, once it’s gone, that’s when the real fun starts. That’s what bodies are for, Angel. We were made to make each other feel good. That’s the whole point.” Might be a slight exaggeration, but whatever.
She chuckled softly. She must have thought I was joking.
I said, “Look, I don’t even care if you want me to be your first, or if you choose Bishop or Deacon. Do it once, get the nerves out of the picture, and then you can really learn to live. I’ll rock your world, Angel. You only have to say when.”
Now that I was thinking about it, Bishop or Deacon could have her first time. They could show her an underwhelming time, and then she could come to me and I’d literally rock her world. I’d show her how a real man fucked. It would be glorious.
Angel smiled, leaned closer to me, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Not tonight, Priest.” And then she sat up, pulled up her leggings, and rolled off the bed. After stretching, she left, leaving me with an aching dick and vastly inappropriate thoughts.
Well, at least my hand was good for something, right?