22. Father Alexander #2
I didn’t mean for that to slip out, but since I said it, there is no reason to take it back.
“I heard you,” I inform her. “That first night that I brought dinner to your room. I heard you.”
My eyes lift to hers, and she is looking down at me, eyes full of curiosity.
“Was that the only time you listened to me?” I shake my head. “How many other times did you stand outside my room and listen to me touch myself?”
“More than I care to admit.”
Her mouth tugs into a knowing smile. “And did you only listen?”
“No,” I confess, feeling like a freak that she knows I touched myself to the sounds of her.
“Did I make you come?” Her voice is full of wonder.
“Yes,” I answer breathlessly.
Celine hums in approval. “Do you want to know what happens when I think about you?”
I’m nodding before I can comprehend the movement. I should have told her no, but she is standing before me as an offering.
“Words, Alex,” she demands.
“Y-yes,” I stutter, and I’m not one to beg, but my next word comes out completely desperate. “Please.”
She lifts her dress to her stomach, showing off her smooth skin. “It’s hard to see in here. You might have to feel for yourself.”
There is a second of doubt that runs through me. “I can’t.”
Using two fingers, she lifts my chin. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“But God—”
“Will forgive you.” She cuts me off. Her thumb runs along my bottom lip. “It’s okay to give in to temptation just once, right?”
I nod hesitantly because I know that if we do this, it won’t be a one-time thing. Once I have her, I won’t be able to stay away.
With a shaky hand, I place my thumb against the wet spot, pressing on her clit. Celine gasps at the sensation, and it sends a fire down my spine.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, my voice turning raspy.
“Yes,” she responds breathlessly as she meets my shoulder with one hand while the other continues to hold the fabric up for me.
“Do you always make yourself come to the thought of me?” There is no way I can hold back now.
Not after feeling what I do to her.
I remove my thumb, pulling a disappointed groan from her, before I slide my hand down the front of her underwear. She is warm and soaking wet because of me, and I whimper at how perfect she feels.
“Yes,” she finally answers.
“The things I would do to be the one to make you come,” I mutter. “To make you scream.”
“Please,” she begs. “Please make me come.”
“Listen to you.” I grin, leaning forward to press my lips to the soft skin below her belly button. “Begging me to make you feel good.”
I tease her, sliding my finger down to her entrance only to drag it back up and circle her clit. I’ve missed this—the feeling of a woman and how she shakes from my touch. It’s been so long that I want to make this moment last.
Pulling my hand from her underwear, Celine huffs in annoyance, thinking that I’m changing my mind.
Her attitude changes when she watches the finger that was touching her slip into my mouth. Her lips part as I taste her, savoring how delicious she is. I close my eyes, groaning around my finger as I clean off her arousal.
“You are a forbidden fruit I was never supposed to taste.” My tone is raspy. “Turn around and keep your dress up.”
With the lack of space, Celine manages to turn around. When she is facing the door, I smooth my hands up her leg, and when they meet her hips, I tug her down roughly.
My cock digs into her ass, and she starts moving her hips without hesitation. Something that isn’t my hand providing me pleasure is driving me crazy. I throw my head back and relish in the sensation.
But I need to feel her again, so that’s what I do. My hand dives back into her underwear, and I tease her clit with a few soft circles before descending. With my other hand, I spread her legs and thrust a finger into her.
“Oh, my—” I slap a hand over her mouth.
This booth may be soundproof, but it’s meant to block out speaking voices. If she’s loud enough, someone might be able to hear her.
“Silence. That’s what I need from you.” I demand against her temple. “Do you understand?”
She nods, breathing hard into my hand as I continue to move my finger as she rolls her hips.
“That’s it, ride my finger, little sin.” I groan in her ear as her ass moves against me. “Can you take two?”
Pulling my finger out, I replace it with two, causing her to cry out behind my hand as my movements become rougher.
The sounds of her heavy breathing and how wet she is have me wanting to take my fingers out and fuck her thoroughly because I need more.
I need to be inside her, but that isn’t going to happen.
Not right now.
“Do you think you could handle three?” Her hips falter, but then she nods eagerly. I add a third finger, and she doesn’t move as I let her adjust to how much wider I’m spreading her. A dark chuckle leaves me, and I whisper in her ear. “I thought you could handle it.”
There are muffled words behind my hand. I remove it, to hear her say, “I can.”
“Then show me,” I order. “Because if you can’t take three fingers, then how will you ever take me inside of you?” Her body shakes at my words. “Show me that you’ll be able to ride my cock.”
Slowly, her hips begin to move, and I praise her. Talking her through it until she quickly begins rocking against me.
You’re doing so well.
That’s my girl.
You feel so good wrapped around my fingers.
My words spur her on. She grinds against me, and I can’t help but groan. I want her to make me come. I’m so tired of my hand having to do the job. My fingers stop inside her, and I begin to curl them. Her head falls back on my shoulder, and her thighs clench together.
“You going to come for me?” I ask as I try to control my breathing. “Drench my fingers, Celine. I want to be able to taste you later when I’m alone in my room with my hand wrapped around my cock.”
The sound that leaves her is animalistic. Thankfully, since I still have my hand over her mouth, it silences her a bit. But the sound alone has me coming in my briefs. Her body trembles against mine, and she taps my legs, telling me it’s too much.
But I don’t let up because I don’t want this to be over.
“You can take it.” I push the three fingers aggressively in and out of her. “I want one more.”
It only takes a couple more seconds for her to give me what I want. And suddenly, I feel a wetness on my other hand thats keeping her silent.
The second orgasm brings her to tears, and I can’t help but smile in pride. The thought of me fucking her mouth until tears stream down her face has me coming in my pants again.
After we both come back down from the high, I remove my hand and fingers. Celine is breathless as she turns her head to look at me. Her eyes drop to my lips. She wants me to kiss her, and I want to. But we can’t risk being in here for much longer.
“I’ll leave first to check if the coast is clear. Once it is, you go straight to your room.”
“Yes, Father.”
She stands, the hem of her dress falling to the floor. Stepping to the side, she allows me to squeeze past her. I adjust myself in my slacks and open the door. There is no one around, so I open it further for her.
“Go, Celine,” I demand.
Her eyes find mine, and I memorize the sight of her: watery eyes, flushed cheeks. She turns and leaves the chapel, heading back to her room. I take this moment of being alone to catch my breath and realize what happened.
When I open my eyes, I come to terms with the fact that I will get my hands on her again. The only thing that will stop me is if she chooses not to let me.
My eyes find the ceiling as I whisper, “God, please let her want to do this again.”