Chapter 15
Indigo
My pussy was throbbing, and my panties were soaked as Priest set me down on his desk.
I could feel myself beginning to blush, embarrassed that I’d lost control and basically climbed the poor guy like a tree.
Then I’d rubbed myself all over him until I…
Yep, I was definitely blushing now. “I’m…
uh, I’m sorry I jumped on you,” I said awkwardly.
Priest raised an incredulous eyebrow and grabbed my hand, placing it on the impressive bulge I’d recently become acquainted with.
“Does that feel like I’m sorry you jumped me?
” He released my hand, but my fingers lingered over the outline of his length.
Curious, I squeezed Priest gently and noticed with embarrassment that the denim covering him was damp.
Priest took a deep breath in and placed his calloused hand over mine, causing mine to still.
“I’m trying to behave here, angel. Don’t tempt me,” he rumbled.
His growly tone caused something deep within me to clench.
Priest tilted my head back with one hand wound in my hair, and his lips began exploring the column of my throat as he whispered every dirty, sexy thing he wanted to do with me.
The dark stubble covering the bottom half of his face felt deliciously rough against my skin, a perfect contrast to the pressure from his kiss-swollen lips and wicked tongue.
I was so lost to sensation, drunk on the feeling of his lips on my skin and his hands roaming my body, that I didn’t immediately realize that Priest was asking me a question.
“What?” I asked, trying to focus on Priest’s words and not the feeling of his fingers brushing over my nipple where it was burrowing into the fabric of my bra.
“Are you okay with that?” Priest asked, pulling back far enough to look into my eyes.
“Okay with what?” I asked, distracted by how swollen my lips felt from Priest’s searing kisses.
“Will you let me taste you?” Priest asked. His hands kneaded my thighs where they were still loosely draped around his waist. I processed his words, my eyes widening as I realized what he was referring to. My gaze shot to where his jeans-clad thighs rested between mine and back up to his eyes.
“You want to, uhm…do that?” I squeaked. “There?” I thought about what he was suggesting, waiting to feel overwhelmed or triggered or uncomfortable, but for once, my demons didn’t surge forward and ruin the moment for me.
I’d mentally high-five them if they weren’t such assholes.
For once, my brain and I were on the same team. Team Orgasm. GO TEAM!
“What I want to do is lay you back on this desk, spread those gorgeous thighs, and feast on you like you’re my last meal. But I need to know if you want that, too. If you don’t, that’s fine. There’s no pressure to—”
“Yes.” I interrupted my Growly Gus. “I… I want to try.” Priest’s hands stilled on my thighs, and he leaned back to run his eyes over my face in question.
“Are you sure? This thing between us, it’s one hundred percent on your time, angel. If it’s too soon or if you want to stop, all you have to do is say the word.”
“Thank you,” I said, voice soft. I grabbed a fistful of Priest’s shirt and pulled him down to me until our lips were almost touching.
“I know you won’t hurt me… like that.” Priest swallowed roughly, and I continued, “That night in the garage, I told you that I want you… I’m just not sure how to want you out loud.
I’ve never felt like this about anyone, and I don’t always know what’s going to trigger me until it does. But…I want to try. If you do, too.”
Priest’s husky chuckle sent shivers down my spine, causing me to arch into him. “Oh, I want to, don’t you worry.” Kissing me again until I was breathless and squirming on his desk, Priest took his time working me up into a frenzy again.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure in the front part of my brain what I was asking for.
The lizard part of my lady brain knew exactly what she wanted, though, and thankfully, so did Priest. His fingers hooked around the sides of my panties, and he slowly drew them down my legs, his gaze burning blue, like the hottest part of the flame.
“Can you put your boots on the desk and spread those legs for me, angel?” I swallowed and nodded, taking a deep breath before doing as he asked.
The groan that escaped him when he saw my most intimate place washed away any nervousness I felt at being on display.
“Fuck,” Priest said, “you’re so goddamn perfect.
” His praise washed over me, and I leaned back on my elbows, my confidence bolstered slightly.
At least he didn’t gasp in horror, scream SNAGGLEPUSSY, and run for the hills. So…so far, so good.
Priest dropped to his knees so he was eye to…
well, not eye but he had unobstructed access to my lady bits.
His hands massaged my inner thighs, spreading me even wider open for him.
“I’m going to lick and tease you until you come all over my face.
Are you ready for that, Indi?” My eyes were wide, and I nodded far too eagerly, but I figured when you’ve got a sexy-as-sin biker on his knees for you, it was okay to be a little enthusiastic.
It was all I could do not to give him a thumbs-up.
Gentle kisses peppered my inner thighs before Priest took me by complete surprise and dove right in, licking a hot stripe from my entrance to my clit.
I gasped and looked down my body until my eyes met his smoldering ones.
Priest watched me watching him devour me until he did this…
this thing, where it felt like he was rolling his r’s, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
I was primed and ready to blow. A few licks and a skillful flick of his tongue fireworks exploded in my skull, colors flashing behind my eyelids as an intense orgasm wracked my body.
I gradually floated back down from my high, drawn back to earth by Priest’s murmured praise and kisses on my inner thighs.
“You come so beautifully for me, angel. I’m addicted to the taste of you.
” Priest gently blew a stream of air over my sensitive flesh, causing goose bumps to erupt over my body as I shuddered.
“Can you give me one more?” My eyes popped open in shock.
One more? Was this man serious? Could that even happen?
I looked down my body to see Priest watching me, his blue eyes dark with desire.
He held my eyes as he reached out to run a blunt fingertip around my entrance, watching my face to catch any hint that I wasn’t okay with what he was doing.
I knew that if I flinched or tensed, Priest would immediately stop what he was doing and check in with me.
The overwhelming tide of need had surged for me, thanks to Priest’s skillful mouth, and now I felt tenderness fill my heart at his show of respect and consideration.
I swallowed harshly, willing my dumb feelings to stop trying to rush to my eyes.
Priest blew another stream of air across me, his finger still circling.
“Just say the word and I’ll stop, angel,” he said to my most intimate place.
“I’ll take you up to your room and tuck you into bed if you want me to.
Or…” He lightly flicked his tongue over the still throbbing flesh between my thighs.
“We can see if I can make you drip all over my hand.”
“Wh- what about you?” I asked breathlessly, trying not to squirm. Priest stopped his teasing and sent me a look weighted down with some kind of emotion. Fuck if I knew which one, though.
“Tonight isn’t about me,” he said, his voice pitched low with desire. “I already got what I wanted, a taste of your sweetness. That’s enough for me.”
“You… I mean, don’t you want me to… taste you too? I thought men expected—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, angel,” Priest said firmly but not harshly.
I moved to draw my knees together, feeling awkward at being splayed across his desk like this if he was talking to upstairs Indi.
Priest gently squeezed my thighs, keeping them spread.
“I need you to understand that I don’t expect anything.
You aren’t obligated to do anything with me just because I gave you pleasure.
I gave it, willingly, and had a damn good time doing it. ”
“If you don’t want—”
“Of course I want it, Indigo. I just don’t expect it.
Do you understand the difference, angel?
” Priest ran his lips over one of my thighs, peppering it with kisses, while his other hand kneaded the other.
“There are few things I want more than the sight of your lips wrapped around my dick. I don’t feel the need to rush, though, to experience it.
You deserve to take your time and not feel pressured into doing something you might not be ready for. ”
Priest began to touch me again, running his fingers over the apex of my thighs, moving in dizzying, irresistible circles.
“What if I want to, though?” I said in a breathy voice as I relaxed my arms and collapsed onto my back on Priest’s desk.
Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that.
A vicious ghost from my past rattled its chains from it’s home in the back of my mind, threatening to start a ruckus if I pushed myself too quickly on that specific act.
I wasn’t ready to do it, but the idea of making Priest feel as good as he’d made me feel had appeal.
“Hmm,” Priest hummed as he sucked my clit into his mouth and snatched my attention away from my past, and releasing me with a teasing nip. “Why don’t we revisit that idea later, when you’ve had a chance to sleep on it,” he mumbled between leisurely strokes of his tongue.
I opened my mouth to argue, feeling like I was somehow being rude for never helping him explode like he’d done for me three times now.
And counting, if he had anything to say about it.
“Until then, do you think you can be a good girl and give me one more orgasm? Can I slide my fingers into you while I use my tongue to make you scream?”
Well, hell. How could a girl say no to that? I nodded.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” Priest murmured into my core.
A few minutes later, Priest had me clenching around his fingers and moaning his name as I climaxed so hard I left a wet spot on his desk.
Priest told me how perfect I was, how well I did, and that I was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen.
He used a tissue to wipe my arousal from his face before he gently helped me clean myself up.
I think it was that tender gesture, that seemingly insignificant act of care, that caused the floodgates to open and my tears to fall.
Bobdamnit! I wasn’t sad, so why the fuck was I crying? Priest was immediately alarmed, reaching for me but pulling his hand back at the last moment like he wasn’t quite sure his touch would be allowed, which made me cry even harder.
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed.
“What happened, Indi? What did I do? I’m so sorry if I—”
“No.” I sniffled. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t regret it, I just…” I hiccupped. “You were being so sweet, and I just got overwhelmed by my stupid feelings. It just all kind of… dropped on me.” Sniffling awkwardly, I reached for a tissue and blew my nose. “I’m sorry.”
Priest slowly drew closer, eyes scanning my face as he placed his arms around me.
When I didn’t shove him away, and instead let out a tiny sigh and leaned into his warmth, Priest hugged me tighter, settling me deeper in his embrace.
He scooped me up bridal style and walked a few steps to the small couch next to a locker on the other side of the room.
He sat and settled me across his lap, and held me while my tears slowed and then stopped entirely.
Priest didn’t force me to talk or check his phone impatiently.
He just sat there and held me, rooting me in the moment and helping me center myself.
After I felt more steady, I turned my face up to find Priest watching me. “Thank you…for everything,” I ended lamely. “No one has ever… I mean, that was a first for me. And it was a really, really good first, too.”
“I had a good first tonight too,” Priest replied.
My eyes grew wide. “That was your first time? Well, bravo, sir. From what I hear, men usually aren’t that great at…” I blushed.
“Eating pussy?” Priest supplied with a cheeky grin.
“Yes,” I hissed, inexplicably embarrassed, considering where his face was just buried. “So, kudos to you. You must have a natural talent.”
Priest snickered and kissed the top of my head as I huffed in annoyance.
“I wasn’t referring to that, but I’m glad you appreciated my technique.
” I rolled my eyes and elbowed him in the gut, causing him to laugh.
I couldn’t help but smile in response, his joy infectious.
“I mean this.” He squeezed me closer to his chest. “The cuddling. I don’t usually… do that.”
I sank back into his chest, almost purring in contentment.
I liked that I had one of Priest’s firsts, as silly as that might have been.
Warm, sated, and content, I sank bonelessly into the man who held me after rocking my world not once, not twice, but thrice.
Nothing could possibly be better than this.
I fell asleep cradled in his arms, and when I woke up the following morning, still smelling of his cologne and feeling the friction burn from his stubble on my thighs, I knew that I was in trouble.
I was feeling things I wasn’t sure I fully understood, and I had no way of processing the events of last night without a more experienced sounding board.
My phone was on my nightstand, and I was relieved to see that Priest must have plugged it in for me when he tucked me into bed.
My screen came to life, and I didn’t hesitate to send out a group text activating the bestie phone tree.
I needed to debrief with the Wicked Sisterhood, stat.
It was time for my bad bitches to assemble.