43. Celine
Celine
“What do you think he meant by it’ll be a birthday I’ll never forget?” I ask Alex as we stand in my bedroom.
Now that we know Father Keaton hides cameras everywhere around the convent, this felt like the only safe spot. Unless he somehow snuck into my room one day and planted one. He is demented in the head, so I wouldn’t put it past him.
What if he did plant one?
What if he watched me touching myself in here all those nights?
The thought sends shivers down my spine, and I glance frantically around the room. My eyes dart to each corner of the wall, my body spinning as my gaze moves from space to space.
“What are you looking for?” Alex questions.
“Do you think he put cameras in here?” I ask, searching behind the curtain of my bed.
“No,” he answers, uncertain. “I’d like to think he wouldn’t have.”
“Yeah, well, I’d like to think he was a normal priest. Not one who abuses his power.” I look back at Alex, who is now scanning the room. “So? What do you think he meant about my birthday?”
His eyes find mine, and he says, “Who knows. Maybe he was just trying to scare you.”
Bringing my hand to my mouth, I pinch my bottom lip between my fingers and shake my head. “Knowing him, there is a meaning behind it.”
“There is nothing we can do now, Celine.” He takes a step toward me and removes my hand from my mouth. “You heard his threats.”
“I know,” I say sadly.
“Don’t stress about tomorrow.” He offers a soft smile. “Which I didn’t know was your birthday.”
“We never shared that information,” I tell him. “But yes, my birthday is on Halloween.”
“Bet that sent your parents into a spiral.” He laughs.
“Sure did.” I grin proudly. “What about you? When is your birthday?”
“April twenty-sixth. Not as special as being born on Halloween.” Alex tugs at my bottom lip with his thumb.
Lifting my hand, I wrap it around his wrist and pull his hand back. “Your birthday is special because that’s the day you were brought into this world.”
He tries to fight the smirk, but fails. “What’s your favorite color?”
“Are we playing twenty questions now?” I intertwine our fingers together.
“We haven’t really gotten to know each other that well.”
“I guess you’re right,” I hum, thinking about my answer. “Mauve.”
“Mauve?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“It’s a pretty light purple. I’ve loved it ever since I can remember.” I smile at the memory of when my mother forced me to go to a church event when I was little. I had tried to fight it, but being only eight, I lost the battle.
Luckily for me, it was at a botanical garden. While my mother talked to the other members of our church, she let me wander around the garden, which was more freedom than I was used to.
So I took advantage. I went down all the pathways with flowers on each side; they were all beautiful, but my attention was caught by the purple phlox.
At the time, I didn’t know what they were called.
I just knew they were a pretty clump of flowers, but they stuck with me, and ever since, that has been my favorite color.
Pulling myself from the memory, I ask Alex, “What’s your favorite color?”
Alex brings the hand I’m not holding up to my face, brushing his thumb lightly beneath my eye. “A green that is so light it almost appears gray.”
My mouth parts as he looks directly into my eyes, staring deep into my soul. Alex closes the distance, pressing his lips to mine lightly at first, but then he deepens the gesture. The room around us spins when his tongue finds mine, and holy crap, I will never get tired of the taste of him.
Or him in general.
I’m so lost in him that I don’t notice him lifting the dress up my body until he breaks apart to tug it over my head. It falls to the floor, and he comes back in to find my mouth, but I place my hand on his chest to stop him.
“You want to do this right now? With everything going on?”
He wets his lips. “I want a distraction, Celine. I want to pretend just for one minute that none of this shit is going on.”
“Just one minute?” I ask in a teasing tone. “I thought you could last longer than that.”
“I could last all night if you’d let me.” His finger trails over the curve of my breast. “Could you handle that?”
Biting my lip, I shrug. “You never know unless you try, right?”
With a smirk, Alex flattens his hand on my chest and lets it travel up until it is positioned against my throat. He pushes forward, forcing me to step back until I am against the wall by the window.
His eyes leave mine for a moment to look at the glass and then brings his gaze back to mine.
There is a hint of excitement in those amber eyes that makes my heart start racing.
His hold on my neck tightens as he yanks me away from the wall and spins me around so that I’m standing right in front of the window.
In a swift motion, he shoves me forward. “Hold on to the windowsill.”
I do as I’m told and stare down at the courtyard to see that some women are out there enjoying the crisp fall air. Well, as crisp as California gets this time of year. The sun has begun to set, casting shadows of the trees below.
“Alex… What if they can see?” I ask in a panic, hearing the faint sound of a zipper being undone.
His hands settle on my waist, and he leans over me to kiss my shoulder. “It’s getting dark out, and your light is off. They would have to have amazing eyesight to see me fucking you right here.”
“And what if Father Keaton did put cameras in my room?” I look over my shoulder to where Alex now stands at full height behind me. He is still wearing his priest attire, and the sight of him in it, bending me over, is erotic.
“Then let’s give him a show, little sin.” He says and then sinks into me.
My head drops forward, jaw going slack as his fills me. No matter how many times we have sex, I will never get used to the way he stretches me. He begins to pump his hips agonizingly slow, causing me to whimper.
“You need more?” he asks, gently pulling out until only his tip is inside.
“You know I do,” I huff.
Without a word, Alex slams back into me, earning a loud gasp to pass my lips.
My fingernails dig into the wooden windowsill, leaving permanent marks as he roughly drives into me.
It has to be so quiet outside that you’d think the women in the courtyard would hear the cries that are leaving me, but when I look down to where they are talking, no one is staring back up at me.
Alex continues his punishing movements, going so hard that now, no sounds leave me. I’m completely silent, eyes filling with tears as he hits deeper and deeper. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears rolling down my cheeks from the immense pleasure, and I watch as they fall to the floor.
A hand wraps around my throat, and I’m being yanked up to his chest while he continues to fuck me. My head falls back onto his shoulder, and Alex takes the opportunity to lick my tears.
“You’re so pretty like this.” He grunts, burying himself even deeper. “When my cock is too much for you to handle, and you can’t help but cry.”
“Alex—” I whine in a plea.
His other hand reaches around my body, fingers circling my clit to magnify the pleasure. “Come for me, Celine.”
On command, like a damn dog, I hit my orgasm, and my body shakes against his.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my temple, still pounding into me while I keep coming. “That’s my girl.” Alex’s thrusts get lazy, and he stills, finding his own release. “Fuckkkk.”
His breathing is heavy, and the hold he had on my neck slackens, giving me more air to breathe. Although getting that air and trying to calm my breathing only lasts a moment before Alex whips me around, picks me up, and sets me on the dresser. He spreads my legs and kneels before me.
“What are you doing?” I ask, breathlessly.
“I want a taste.” He licks his lips like a man starved, staring at where he was just buried.
“You just came inside of me,” I remind him, even though it literally just happened.
His eyes flick up to mine. “And?”
I don’t get to respond because his tongue glides up from my entrance to my clit, where he attaches and groans. He sucks harshly, causing my back to arch and my hand to meet the wall over my shoulder.
My other hand dives into his hair, where I tug at the strands, getting another throaty sound from him. Alex moves down, shoving his tongue inside me, his thumb massaging my sensitive spot. At the taste of us, his eyes roll into the back of his head.
“Oh my—” I sob, the sensation is becoming too much. My legs tighten around his head, but that doesn’t seem to bother him, and he seems happy at the possibility of suffocation.
I, on the other hand, don’t want to see him pass out. I do my best to loosen my legs. He comes up for a breather, but only for a second before he licks up his cum that is dripping out of me.
“We taste so good together.” He goes in again, trying to get as much of our arousal as he can before he stands up and attacks my mouth.
His tongue immediately dives into him, allowing me to understand what had him going crazy. I moan at the mixture of us, and just when I want more, he pulls away.
“Don’t we?”
With a nod and lick of my lips, I agree. “Yes.”
“We taste like we were made for each other,” he says, eyes dropping to where he is rubbing his tip through the arousal. He slowly enters me, my hands flying to his shoulders.
“I’m too sensitive.”
His head tilts to the side. “After one time? I thought you could go longer than that?”
“Well, if your cock wasn’t so massive, maybe I could.” He pushes another inch into me.
“I appreciate the compliment.” He grins.
“But I’m showing you that I can last all night, so you’re going to come all over my cock again,” Alex inserts another inch, “and again,” he bottoms out in me, letting out a shaky breath.
“And then you’re going to come on my fingers and in my mouth.
” He slowly pulls out. “I’m going to use every inch of this room to claim you until we are both thoroughly fucked and can’t go anymore. ”
I inhale a sharp breath as he slams into me.
“Do you understand?” He grips my chin, pulling my face to his.
“Yes,” I respond in a whisper.
The soft side of him makes an appearance for a moment. “But if you really need me to stop, just tell me, okay?”
“I can handle it,” I say with determination, even though I’m not sure if I’ll be able to.
Sex has always been a one-and-done with every guy I’ve been with. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to keep up with his stamina, but when his dark side returns, and that seductive grin flashes on his face, suddenly I’m ready to go another ten rounds.
“Then get ready, little sin. It’s going to be a long night.”