23. Celine #3
“Please, Celine.” Alex slides off the chair, kicking it backward, and kneels on the carpet before me. “I’m dying over here. It’s been so long. Please let me have a taste.”
“How long has it been since you’ve been with a woman?”
He wets his lips. “Four years.”
Four years.
He hasn’t held, touched, or had sex with a woman in four years. I couldn’t imagine going that long without that type of pleasure. As I sit on his desk, staring down at him, I know I could deny him. Keep him desperate, but then I’d be torturing him.
“Taste me, Alex.” I give him the permission he has been seeking.
Without a second thought, his mouth finds my clit. His lips wrap around the sensitive spot, and he sucks roughly.
My hand flies to his hair, holding him still as he continues his attack.
A cavernous moan comes from deep in his soul, and his eyes roll into the back of his head.
Both of his hands find my waist, and he digs his fingers harshly into my skin.
I hiss at the sudden pain, but that goes away when he stops sucking and laps my pussy with his tongue.
“Oh my god,” a quiet whine leaves my lips.
“Calling out to a man you don’t believe in.” He chuckles darkly as he backs his head away.
Alex doesn’t bring his eyes to mine. Instead, he stares intently at the mess he has made of me. With two fingers, he spreads me open, his breathing shuddering.
“Fuck. I’ve missed this.”
“As long as I’m in this convent, I’m all yours.”
His eyes flick up to mine, and there is a hunger brewing behind his gaze. It’s heavy and something I’ve never seen in a man before.
“Do you know what you’re offering me?” he questions slowly.
I leisurely nod. “Me.”
Alex’s eyes fall to where he is spreading me open, and he carefully slides a finger inside of me. I quietly gasp at the feeling of him being back inside of me.
“Whenever I want?” He pumps his finger deliberately, his eyes moving to meet mine. “Because now that I’ve had a real taste, I’m going to crave you every second of every day.”
My stomach swirls with butterflies knowing he is that addicted to me. “Whenever you want.”
A sinful grin forms on his beautiful face. “You have no idea the beast you just unleashed.”
Without waiting for my response, he dives back in.
Alex wraps his arms around my thighs, yanking me closer to him.
My ass is entirely off the desk as he holds me steady and eats me as if this is his last meal.
He is being so rough as he buries himself between my thighs, and moans in satisfaction when he shoves his tongue inside me.
His being this hungry and desperate makes it hard to keep silent. All I want to do is scream his name, but I can’t. If someone were to find out about this, not only would we both be in trouble, but it would ruin his life.
Alex latches himself onto my clit again, and with a few harsh draws, I’m falling apart for him.
I bite my finger hard to suppress the cries that want to escape.
My back arches off his desk as he continuously devours me to get every last drop.
Once he is satisfied, he backs away, licking my arousal from his lips.
No man has ever made me come like that with just his mouth, and now I know what Alex meant when he said he is going to crave me. Because I feel the same way. I think that he ruined every man for me, and that’s terrifying because when I get out of here, I’m leaving him behind.
He stands, pushing me back so I’m fully on the desk again. Using one hand, he keeps my legs spread as he lines himself up to my entrance.
Oh my god…
This is happening.
I’m about to have sex with a priest…
Pressing his tip to my sensitive clit, he draws slow circles, causing his head to fall back. Bringing his chin to his chest, those heated eyes marvel at the sight of his cock touching me in this way. He drags the tip down until it meets my entrance, and my body stiffens.
He must notice the panic on my face because he says, “It’ll fit.”
He slowly pushes the tip in, and I bite my lip as I mentally prepare myself.
How can he already feel so good when he isn’t all the way in yet?
He goes to move his hips forward more, but pauses, and his eyes snap up to the door.
I focus on what he is hearing, and when a male voice sounds in the distance, I freeze.
“Alex,” I say his name to gain his attention.
His eyes find my terrified ones, but he doesn’t pull out. The man above me smirks, which confuses me because Father Keaton is right down the hall, and we are in a very vulnerable position. Alex leans forward, a hand covering my mouth, and he shushes me.
“I’ll be quick,” he reassures me as his face hovers over mine. “I need to prepare you to take me fully.”
We hold each other’s gazes as we hear Father Keaton’s voice getting closer, but everything is muted when Alex snaps his hips forward. My eyes grow wide and begin to water as he stretches me like I’ve never been stretched before. A loud and muffled noise leaves my covered mouth.
“Shh.” He shushes me again, keeping himself still inside as he lets me adjust to his size. Alex grins and praises, “You’re going to take me so well.”
Before he pulls out, he plants a quick kiss on my forehead. When he steps away from me, I feel utterly empty, and I hate it. He stands up, pulling his pants up and tucking his dick away before helping me off the desk and straightening out my dress while I attempt to fix my hair.
There is a satisfied smile on his face when he gestures towards the door. I walk to it, and he opens it for me. When I step into the hall, I see Father Keaton opening his door.
“Hello, Celine,” he greets me with a warm smile.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Hi, Father Keaton.”
Alex steps out behind me and says hello.
“Are you okay, Celine? You look upset?” Father Keaton asks as he swings his office door open.
“Not a good visit with my parents,” I lie.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he offers a sad smile, pretending to care. “Maybe next week will be a better one.”
“I hope so.” I shift uncomfortably on my feet and clear my throat. “I’m going to head to my lesson.”
With a goodbye, I make my way down the hall and smile to myself. Now I have something new to daydream about during my lessons.