Ticket to the Stars, Part Two

Chapter Fourteen – Priest

She wouldn’t tell me her name. Which, okay, I realized torturing her with orgasms might not be the best solution to get her to do what I wanted, but fuck, was it fun. Plus, she really did taste amazing. She smelled good, too. I couldn’t get enough. So, basically, if she wanted to keep her real name a secret from me, that’s fine. We could play this game as long as she wanted.

Angel was quiet as we were driving back to the Redborne. She sat as close to the window as she could, I think to put as much distance between us as possible.

As if that would stop me. I’d told her I’d give her another on the ride home if she was good, and by all accounts, she’d been good. She hadn’t told me her name, but come on. Look at her. If I was the bad, naughty boy, she was the good, innocent angel that was the light in my darkness.

Cheesy as fuck, but God, I felt like a new person when I was with her. It was unreal.

We were stuck in traffic, still about ten minutes away from the Redborne, so I decided to rest my left hand on the steering wheel and bring my right to her lap. Angel let out a shaky breath, glancing at me but not saying a word.

My car was a sleek, shiny sportscar. It was lower to the ground than most… which meant anything we did inside wouldn’t be private, but seeing as how easily she’d given into me at the studio, I’d bet anything I could get her to be a good girl for me again.

I started tracing shapes on her jeans. “What are you thinking about?” I asked, tossing her a quick look. “I’ll go first: I’m thinking of how good you tasted, and I’m wondering if you’re still wet for me. Are you?”

She didn’t answer me, but she squirmed a little, and I took that to mean she was trying to fight it, like she’d done for about two seconds in the studio. How cute.

“I think I better check,” I started, leaning over the center console a bit to get a better angle. I still stared straight ahead—eyes on the road and all that—but my fingers deftly worked at her jeans, undoing them with an expert touch.

“Priest,” she hissed. The windows in the car were up; I was an air conditioning guy through and through. No one outside could hear us, but the people walking on the sidewalk could definitely see in, if they turned their heads toward us and peered inside.

But would they? Everyone was so busy in their own lives, you’d be surprised at what you could get away with in public. Or maybe you wouldn’t be surprised for the same reason. Whatever.

“What? I’m just checking,” I spoke innocently as my fingers snaked their way between her skin and her panties. I’d had to fight an erection for a while after tasting her, but I didn’t think the sound guy noticed. People, as it turned out, didn’t notice a lot of things.

Her breathing caught, and she turned her face away from the window to stare at me. I could see her big, blue eyes in my peripherals, heavy-lidded and full of want. She didn’t tell me to stop, so I slipped my hand downward, pushing lower until my fingers touched her clit.

Still a bit swollen from its earlier attention. If, say, I were to give it more attention right now, I bet it’d swell up instantly.

My fingers dipped even lower, circling her pussy’s entrance. “What’s this?” I asked her. Stuck in traffic, there was no better distraction than the sweetness that sat between Angel’s thighs. I pushed a finger inside her, drawing out a moan from her. It slid in easily, her core wet. “Looks like you’re still a little worked up, Angel.”

The cars in front of us began to move, inching forward with a green light, but I didn’t let that stop me. I could drive and play with Angel. I could multitask pretty freaking well, if I say so myself.

Angel squirmed in her seat, and hearing her breathless sighs really did make my dick ache. I ignored the heat growing in my lower half, focusing on her. I slid my finger in and out of her pussy a few times, getting it nice and coated in her slick before rubbing her clit. She sat there, with her head leaning back, her body giving into mine bit by bit.

It was amazing how wet she got after a mere two minutes. We were still five minutes away from the Redborne, plenty of time to make the girl come for me.

After a while, I was able to slip two fingers inside her cunt, fucking her with them while my palm applied pressure to her swollen nub. “You get so wet for me,” I whispered. “God, I just can’t get enough.”

She murmured something inaudible, and I wondered if she was agreeing. She had to be.

I didn’t have to look at her to know she was close. Her breathing had become harder, more uneven, louder, and she’d started to grip the door so hard the knuckles on that hand were white. Her hips rocked along with my hand as her inner core clenched around my two fingers.

“That’s it,” I coaxed her. “I know you can do it, Angel. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers. I want you to lose it.” In fact, I didn’t think I’d ever wanted something so badly in my entire life.

“I can’t,” she muttered.

“You can.”

“I—” Whatever else she might’ve said must’ve died in her throat, because right then Angel threw her head back and let out a glorious, pleasure-filled cry. Her pussy clamped around my fingers, her muscles spasming as the orgasm swept through her.

It was the sexiest thing I’d ever listened to. I wished we were both naked and in my room, so I could’ve witnessed the entire thing for myself. But, had to work with what I had, and right now I had Angel in a fever pitch with a raging hard cock between my legs.

“You’re absolutely beautiful when you come,” I whispered, slow to take my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to her clit, where I gently massaged that swollen nub of nerves. I didn’t want those feelings in her to dissipate; they had to keep growing, keep going, until we got back to the Redborne.

“Shut up,” she managed to say, but, I noticed, she didn’t tell me to stop.

“Feisty.”

The Redborne came into view, and I pulled us around the block, to the lower-level parking. No valet this time. I didn’t want us to head upstairs just yet. I pulled into my designated spot, parking my car and turning her off—only then did I remove my hand from between Angel’s thighs.

I ran my other hand over my pants, where my bulging cock sat, wanting attention. “Want to put that feisty mouth to good use? I sure could use it.”

Angel still breathed hard, her face flushed. Her blue eyes dropped to where my hand was, taking in the bulge. I didn’t need to elaborate any further; she knew exactly what I meant, because she whispered, “I’ve never—”

“Obviously,” I said. “It’s not hard. I’ll walk you through it.” Was this why I wanted to keep her worked up during the whole ride home? Maybe. I’d been dying to feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock for the longest time.

Ever since I found out how soft they were, really.

When she didn’t say anything, I unzipped and pulled my length out. It stood straight, rock-hard and dripping precum. It’d been too long since it’d been buried between the legs of a girl, too fucking long. A hand could only do so much.

A respectable eight-ish inches when it was hard—yes, I’d measured it—was nothing to be shrugged off. Perhaps not as monstrously large as Deacon’s dick, but not all of us could be swinging around an anaconda between our legs.

Angel swallowed, unable to take her eyes off it. This was the first time she was seeing it, a memorable occasion indeed. “Are you… sure you want me to? What if I’m terrible at it?”

“Then we will practice together, you and I,” I told her as I ran a fist along its length, drawing out a low moan from my own throat. “It’s a skill, love. You can always improve your skills with practice. That’s the lovely thing about them.”

“How do I…”

“Just bend over.” The center console didn’t have any obstructions; she’d be able to lean over to me and take me in her mouth without much effort. “Bend over, open your mouth, and take me in, Angel.”

“And then what?”

“Then keep your mouth open and bob up and down along my length. You could use a hand with your mouth, if you wanted—or not. It’s up to you. Just… be careful of those teeth, okay? Don’t bite my dick off. And don’t take in more than you can handle. We’ll work on your deep-throating later.”

She looked like she was overthinking things, as she always seemed to do, so I reached for her face and ran my fingers along her jaw—the same fingers that had been inside her not too long ago. Fortunately for her, the wetness on them had already dried.

“It’ll be okay,” I told her. “Just do it. I’ll be your teacher. Even if you’re horrible, you can only get better.”

The look she gave me then told me my words might not have had the effect I wanted. Oops. But she did as I’d told her, lowering herself as she leaned across the center console. The car was off, so she didn’t have to worry about knocking anything. Technically, we were in a parking garage, so anybody could walk by us, but from a quick, precursory glance around, we might as well have been in private.

I watched her white hair fall around her face as she leaned over my cock. Coming at it from the side, it might not have been the perfect angle, but I didn’t care. I needed that mouth. I needed something.

Her. I needed her.

Angel parted her lips, her head sinking down on my length with an achingly slow pace that made my balls clench. The moment I felt her warm mouth surround the tip of my cock, I threw my head back and moaned.

Fuck. I missed this. I missed fucking and having a girl between my legs. I missed all the soft wonders their bodies contained, every single hole on their bodies that were made to take cocks. I’d held myself back for Angel, and now the sexual beast inside was ready to come out and play… and that beast was insatiable.

I set a hand on the back of her head. Normally I liked to guide the pace, but since this was her first time, I’d let her set the pace. If she wanted to go slow, then so be it.

“That’s good,” I praised her as her mouth took more of me in. Two inches, maybe, all she could take without gagging. “No more than you’re comfortable with. Focus on the tip when you suck me like your favorite piece of candy.”

Her hand wrapped around my cock just below her mouth like an extension of sorts, and I shuddered at the sudden feel of her small hand curling around it. When she did her first bob, she dutifully sucked my tip just like I’d told her to—and, fuck, did it feel amazing.

“You’re doing such a good job, Angel,” I spoke, running my hand through her hair as she started to take more of me in again. She worked me slowly, and I let her go at me like that a few times before telling her, “You can vary your pace, if you want. Just don’t stop.”

If she stopped, I think I’d go crazy. I wouldn’t force her head to stay down, but goddamn it, it’d be rough on me. I’d have the worst case of blue balls this century.

I’ll be honest: logistically, it wasn’t the best head I’d gotten in my life, but I think the mere fact that it was Angel doing it made it feel like I was in heaven. I was here with Angel, and granted we weren’t in the best place for any sort of sexual activity, but being here with her was enough to make me lose it.

Anything with Angel automatically meant amazing. It was Angel . It was the girl that made me want to change. How could it not be amazing?

I leaned my head back, no longer watching as her white-haired head bobbed along my length, and I shut my eyes. I lost track of time, probably because it didn’t matter. All I could focus on was how warm her mouth was and how supple and soft those lips felt as they moved along my cock.

The only thing that would make this moment between us better was if we were in my bedroom, on my bed, clothes in a haphazard pile on the floor. We’d have more room to play, more room to use, which meant more positions we could try. I had to hand it to her; this wasn’t the easiest position to be in for her first time giving head.

I let my mind wander off as my fingers tightened on the back of her head. The only thing I wanted more than this was the rest of her body. Her delicious, achingly wet pussy. How badly I wanted to throw her legs over my shoulder, bend her into a pretzel, and fuck her into oblivion.

My cock strained at the thought, and I let out a deep-throated moan. In all my life, I couldn’t remember ever wanting someone so much, so badly, to the point where I stopped seeing other girls.

Stopped seeing them, stopped thinking about them, stopped wanting to be with them… all because a single girl had taken up residence inside my head and my heart and demanded their full use.

Angel had no idea how much she’d changed me, and in such a short time, too. I never thought I’d see the day when I was a one-woman man, but something about this girl just brought it out of me.

Thinking about her, combined with the memory of how wet her pussy had been, made my willpower dwindle. I could tell she’d gotten more used to having a cock in her mouth based on her movements; they weren’t so rigid anymore, more fluid and confident, but I decided right then I wanted something else.

I gently pulled her head off my cock as I whispered, “You did great, love, but I need to feel another part of you wrapped around my dick.” My cock twitched. “Take off your pants, Angel.”

Her mouth was a little red and puffy, her expression undone. Her white hair was messy after bending over to put my cock in her mouth, but the unkempt look made her even more beautiful. “My pants?” she echoed faintly, sounding unsure.

I nodded once. “Your pants.” I didn’t even care that we could press pause on this, head upstairs, and resume once we were alone in my bedroom, a more private place. No. I needed her right here, right now.

“How—”

“Just take off your pants,” I told her. “It’ll work, trust me.” Of course, those words were out of me before I thought better of them; what if she asked me how I knew it’d work? The last thing I wanted to do was think about the other girls I’d been with before her.

Sex was… well, it had been nothing more than a handshake for me for the longest time. It was fun, never any strings attached, and when you looked like me and had my swagger and my confidence, it was all too easy to find a new partner, wherever I went.

But that was the old Priest. The new Priest only had eyes for the girl questioningly staring at me.

I gave Angel a smirk. “Just take ‘em off and climb onto my lap.” She’d fit perfectly between me and the steering wheel. I’d feel her core clamping down on me for the first time in my car, but I wouldn’t complain about that.

Angel wasn’t quick about it. Her button and zipper were already undone, so she didn’t have to worry about that, but she didn’t rush. She shimmied a little, lifting her cute ass off the seat so she could tug down her pants and panties in one fell swoop. Or one fell tug. Whatever.

Once her pants and panties were on the floor of the car, she started to move for me, but I stopped her by saying, “Shirt, too.”

“What?” That got her breathless. Or maybe having my cock in that mouth had made her breathless, and I was just now realizing it. “But—”

“No one’s around,” I said. “So you might as well take it all off, right?”

“I don’t see you getting naked,” she pointed out.

“That is true, but you’re much smaller than me, so you can get dressed a lot easier than I could—and undressed, too.” I leaned my head back and watched her with a grin on my face. “So take it all off, Angel. Don’t worry, if anyone walks by, I’ll make sure they don’t see anything important.”

Either Angel needed me as desperately as I needed her or she accepted that explanation, because the next thing I knew, she was slipping off her shirt and unhooking her bra, dropping them to the seat she soon abandoned.

The parking garage’s light wasn’t too great, but it was more than enough for me to see just how gorgeous that naked body was. I grabbed her and helped her over the center console, turning her body to face mine. She knelt over my lap, one leg on either side of me—a little cramped, but not bad.

Angel’s body hovered over my cock; she didn’t sink down onto it, not right away. Her face hovered near mine, and I ran my tongue along my lower lip. “You’re going to have to go down, baby. You’re going to have to do most of the work as you take me in. Don’t worry. I’ll help out.” I brought my lips to hers and kissed her once before placing my hands on her hips and forcing her body to lower.

My cock needed no help in finding her core. She was still quite slick, and that natural lubrication helped guide my cock to its destination. As she sank down on me, her chest heaved with a moan, but I was too busy reveling in how fucking spectacular her pussy felt wrapped around my length.

Fuck. It’d been so long, and it felt so damned good. Maybe the fact that it had been too long helped intensify the pleasure rolling through me as I became accustomed to the way her pussy took me in, or maybe it had more to do with the girl herself.

Angel. I was inside Angel right now. Fuck, I’d wanted this for so damned long.

“Oh, fuck me,” I murmured as I ran my hands up her sides. “You feel so good, Angel. So fucking good I could go insane right here.” Her core took as much of me in as it could, so tight and wet and warm, and when I told her how good she felt, that core tightened—as if she liked the praise.

Hmm. If she liked praise, I could definitely give her more. I’d never been a good girl type of guy, but for Angel, I’d be anything she wanted me to be.

I set my hands on her thighs, starting to guide her movements as I showed her how to rock on my dick. And all the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was fucking gorgeous. I knew I’d said that before, and I’d meant it every single time, but this time it was incomparable. She was a fucking goddess, and I was a man not worthy to worship at her feet.

An angel. She really was a goddamned angel.

Angel must’ve been high on the feeling of my cock inside her, because she gazed at me with half-lidded eyes, her lips parted, the desire painted on her face. Once she understood how to move, what sort of movements brought pleasure to us both, she didn’t need me to guide her; she was able to take it up on her own.

“That’s right,” I whispered, taking on the tone I used on stage—the one I knew girls went crazy for, “just like that. You’re a fast learner, aren’t you, Angel? Such a beautiful, sexy, fast learner.” My hands found her tits, and I began to massage them, tweaking the pebbled nipples and drawing out a shudder of a moan from her slender throat. “Look at you, so fucking hot. I swear, I could fuck you all day. Do I feel good inside you?”

Talking during sex wasn’t my thing, but if Angel liked it, I’d gladly put in the effort to do it more. Whatever got her worked up and that cunt dripping wet for me.

Her movements were slow at first, but I didn’t mind, because the longer she went slow, the longer I’d last, and right now, I couldn’t imagine coming inside her—because then the moment would be over and we’d be forced to head upstairs, to the others.

Granted, those panties of hers would be sticky with my cum, but still.

“How do I feel?” I asked her as I brought my hands up to her face, cupping her cheeks and holding her head steady as she bounced on top of me.

“Good” was all she could say, breathless to the extreme.

“Good,” I echoed, bending my head to rest it against hers. The height difference was usually too much, but with her on my lap, it made things a bit more manageable. “You’re doing so great, Angel. You’re taking my cock so well.” Again, her inner core tightened around my length, and it drew out a low moan from me.

Fuck, how was I supposed to last longer than a minute inside this girl? It felt too good. There’d been too much buildup. I was finally inside the girl I fucking loved, and I couldn’t get enough.

If sex had been on my brain constantly before, it’d be even worse now. Now that I knew how amazing she felt, how was I ever supposed to think of anything else again?

My arms wrapped around her body, and my hips moved under her. Not much given the position we were in, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to bend this girl over and fuck her hard, but all I could do was hold onto her and let her set the pace—and even though the pace was achingly slow, she drew out the pleasure from me all the same.

I was going to explode. The countdown had begun. My balls tightened, heaving with the need to release a full load inside this girl. My arms around her stiffened, and I jerked her body down onto my cock .

I didn’t warn her about what was coming; I couldn’t. Words escaped me.

My chest thundered with a groan, my whole body spasming as my cock pulsed inside her. Cum shot out of me, filling her pussy up, coating her inner walls with every last drop. And was it a lot of cum—let’s just say the last hour had been a long-ass session of foreplay.

My body jerked against hers, though the position we were in limited our movements. Once the orgasm had faded inside, once I could speak again without sounding incoherent, I told her, “God, I never want to pull out of you, Angel. Do you think we’d get weird looks if we walked in like this?”

She breathed hard, but even so, she chuckled. It was a weird feeling, since my cock was still buried deep in her. “If we walked in like this? Me completely naked and you half naked, still inside me? I think weird looks wouldn’t be the half of it. Police would get called.”

“Oh, well, they’re no fun,” I told her, smiling as she leaned away from me, allowing me to see just how flushed her white skin was. I let my gaze dip low to her tits, then lower past her stomach, to the start of the slit between her legs, where my cock was still buried. “Now, you better get off of me and put on those panties as quickly as you can.”

“Why?”

“Because,” I smirked as I tucked some of her hair behind an ear, “I want my cum wetting those panties as we walk through the Redborne. When we see the others, I want you to still be thinking of me and what we did here.”

If she was flushed before, she was even more so after that.

Oh, Angel. You really are so quick to blush. It’s kind of adorable.

“You’re,” she paused, apparently still trying to find her voice, “you’re gross.”

“I’m not gross. Having you wear my cum as a badge of honor between your legs isn’t gross. It’s sexy.” Something like that could get me hard just thinking about it—if I wasn’t still inside her, for instance, my dick would be growing hard all over again.

She didn’t look like she believed me, and she furrowed her brow and pouted with those tempting lips.

“Just do it,” I hissed out. I leaned forward and nipped at her bottom lip, adding in a stern whisper, “Be a good girl for me and do it.”

And, what would you know? After I let her go and she crawled off me, she hurried to slip on her panties, to catch any cum that might start to ooze out of her sweet, sweet pussy.

I stuffed my cock away and fixed my boxers and my pants. Angel took a bit longer to get dressed, for obvious reasons, and once she was ready for other people to see her, we went to the elevator on the opposite side of the parking area.

I swiftly took her hand in mine, and as we waited for the elevator to come to us, I leaned down to her and whispered, “So, you like being called a good girl, huh? I never would’ve guessed that’s your thing.”

Angel groaned and told me to shut up, and I did. I shut up for a while, but nothing and no one could make me stop grinning like the Cheshire Cat himself.