by Alexis Angel
"I have to be especially careful around you," I tell her with a chuckle, fully knowing what she’s getting at. But I won’t let her pull me down into sin again… I won’t allow it. Oh, crap, why does that sound like a lie?
"I also wanted to talk about that. About you and me, Connor," she continues, completely ignoring what I’ve just told her.
"There’s nothing to talk about…" I try and tell her, but I can’t help but feel that I’m lying in the most obvious manner.
"There is…" she replies, lowering her voice into a whisper. Turning toward the door, she grabs the handle and closes it, locking the door with a quick motion of her hand.
I watch her do it, and my brain overheats as I try to determine the best course of action. Deep down, I know exactly what I have to do: I have to open the door, and I have to step out into the sunlight. Sin doesn’t do well under the sun, after all.
But instead of doing that, I remain exactly where I am, waiting as she locks us inside the church.
We’re just going to talk, I try and tell myself, but it’s so blatant of a lie that I almost feel like laughing. I’ll keep in control, I continue, my heart picking up the pace as Clarise takes one step toward me, pursing her lips and looking straight into my eyes.
Fuck, what the hell am I doing? Snapping myself out of the dazed state I’m in, I reach for the door and start turning the handle; that’s when she lays her hand on top of mine and steps between me and the exit.
"Stay."
21
Clarise
"It was a moment of weakness, Clarise. Nothing else," he tells me, the words coming out of his mouth so fast that I just know he's been rehearsing them all day. And, just like my mother, I’ve learned to smell bullshit miles away… And I’m smelling it right now, because what happened between me and him wasn’t just a moment of weakness. I know that, he knows that. Everything else is a complete lie.
And that’s exactly what I tell him.
"I thought that men of God weren’t supposed to lie," I shoot back at him, lowering my voice into a whisper. "We both know it was more than physical weakness. Am I wrong?" I ask, and he just stares into my eyes in complete silence, the air around us growing heavy with electricity. "There’s a spark between the two of us, and I know you can feel it…" I continue, reaching for him and resting one hand on his chest.
The moment my fingertips brush over the fabric of his shirt, Connor moves so fast that all I see is a blur. He curls his fingers around my wrist and takes my hand off his chest, taking one step back and pursing his lips.
"We can’t do this," he tells me, his voice firm and steady, but I can also feel it crack underneath.
"Of course we can’t," I continue, fighting against his hold and somehow managing to free my hand from his fingers. I take it to his chest once again, and this time he doesn’t pull back. "We can’t, we shouldn’t … but here we are."
"Clarise --"
"No … don’t speak," I press my index finger over his lips, silencing him, and take another step toward him. Our bodies are just inches away from each other, and I can feel that simmering heat under my skin. "I know I’ve been a bad girl, but maybe that’s why I want you so much, Connor. Maybe I need a good man."
"I’m not what you’re looking for," he replies, hesitating as he pushes my hand away from his face. "Whatever you think I am, you’re mistaken."
"No, you’re the one who’s mistaken. I need a man like you… I need salvation, and I think that you’re the one that can save me."
"Succumbing to temptation isn’t exactly the best road toward salvation."
"What if this isn’t temptation? What if this is destiny? Maybe you were sent here for a reason, and that reason is me," I insist, placing both my hands on his chest, feeling the contour of his hard pectorals under the palm of my hands.
"Maybe God sent you because I prayed for someone to save me," I continue, looking into his eyes as I let one hand fall down his chest. I take it all the way down to his waist, my fingertips brushing over the leather of his belt.
"Your definition of God is a twisted one, Clarise," he replies, but each time he speaks I feel his voice growing less steady. Still, he grabs my arms and pushes me back again. Turning around, he averts my gaze and looks up the aisle, his eyes going straight toward the huge crucifix at the end of the church.
The expression on his face is a conflicted one, and I can tell that there’s a fight raging inside of him. The kind of fight I just know his rational mind won’t win because I have a say on what happens now.
I mean, let’s be real for a moment; if he really didn’t want anything to happen, he wouldn’t have allowed me to lock us inside here. But, despite his protests, he didn’t unlock the door; he remained here with me, listening to my words. And the way he looks at me … it’s almost as if he’s begging me to break past his defenses. And, oh, I’m so happy to do it.
"Maybe my definition is the right one," I say, once more closing the distance between us. Reaching for him with my hand, I place two fingers under his chin and force him to look back at me. "Maybe God wants us to be happy? I doubt he wants you to keep torturing yourself like this."
This time, there’s no quick reply. He just stares at me in complete silence, his breathing growing shallow and ragged. In a sense, the way I’m mixing sex and religion is turning him on… All he needs now is a little push.
"You want me," I continue, allowing my gaze to roam down to his crotch. His pants are tented, and I can already see the contour of his rock hard cock straining against the fabric. "And I want you…" With that, I reach for his hand slowly and curl my fingers around his wrist. Maneuvering his hand, I guide it between my thighs and force him to press the palm of his hand against my pussy, over the fabric of my dress.
I bite down on my lower lip as I feel the pressure of his fingers, and I let a slight moan escape from my mouth.
"Are you going to leave me in such a state?" I continue, my voice suddenly gaining a hard edge. "Are you going to make me beg? Because if that’s what it takes, I’ll do it… I’ll beg and beg and --"
"This is wrong," he breathes out, his voice so heavy I can almost feel the impact of his words against my chest. Still, despite his words, he keeps his hand on my pussy even though my fingers are no longer around his wrist.
"And maybe that’s why it feels so right," I find myself saying, and before he can stop me, I reach for his cock with one hand and grab it tightly. Allowing a wicked grin to take over my lips, I narrow my eyes as I tighten my grip on his cock.
"Are you going to make me beg?" I ask him again, and the look on his face is the only answer I need.
22
Connor
Turns out, I don’t need her to beg.
The moment she placed her hand on my cock, I was done for.
Still with my hand between her thighs, I take three steps forward and push her back against the wall. Pressing hard with my hand, I start rubbing her pussy over her thong, flicking my wrist at a steady rhythm as I keep my eyes trained on her.
"Is this what you want?" I ask her, my voice heavy and brimming with pent-up desire.
"No … I want everything," she whispers back at me, that devilishness in her voice making her eyes shine. Gritting my teeth, I grab the fabric of her thong and flick it to the side; cupping her naked wet pussy with the palm of my hand, I let my thumb fall over her clit and I start to rub it. At the same time, I part her drenched folds with my fingers and then, moving fast, I slide my index finger all the way in; curling it upward like a hook, I send it straight to her G-spot. The moment I hit that sweet spot hidden inside of her, she lets out a moan so sudden and loud that I feel the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
From the first time I heard her voice I knew that hearing her scream and moan would be something special, and I wasn’t wrong about that. There’s really nothing better than to have my body pressed against hers, my cock buried deep inside of her pussy while I have her lips brushing against my ear as she
moans my name.
Flicking my wrist at a steady pace, I let a smile creep on my lips as I look at her. She has her head thrown back back against the wall, her hair already slightly disheveled, and her eyes are closed. As for her lips, they’re slightly parted, just enough for her to breath out heavily and let me know all about the pleasure I’m inflicting on her body.
"I want you to come for me," I tell her, the commanding tone of my voice surprising me. "And I want you to do it now," I continue, pressing hard against her G-spot as I rub her clit fiercely.
"Oh, Connor…" she pants and, as if her body decides to obey my words, I feel her inner walls tighten up around my fingers. She arches her back slightly, and I notice the muscles around her neck tensing up as she grits her teeth. The tension in her body is almost palpable, but it doesn’t last long; sliding one more finger inside her pussy, I thrust it hard against her G-spot again and she comes undone.
"OH FUCK!" she breathes out fast, the tension in her body slowly crumbling as slight spasms take over her muscles. The sound of her voice echoes through the church as if it’s being amplified by a microphone, and a shiver goes up my spine as I realize what we’re doing; we’re going at it in a church, one of the largest ones in America. Sure, it’s deserted right now, and I’m pretty sure we’re the only people in the main chamber… But there’s always a risk, isn’t there? The thing is, right now I think I love the fact that we’re running a risk. If sinning didn’t feel good, no one would ever do it.
"That felt good, didn’t it?" I ask her as I slide my fingers out of her pussy, her creamy juices coating them. With my heart beating at a thousand miles per hour, I raise my open hand, taking my drenched fingers to her mouth; looking straight into her eyes, I brush my fingertips over her lower lip, painting it in her own fluids.
"It felt good," she repeats after me, narrowing her eyes slightly as she takes me by the wrist. Then, instead of pushing my hand back, she makes me slide my two fingers inside her mouth; wrapping her lips around them, she sucks her own juices eagerly as a throaty moan vibrates up her throat.
"I want more," she purrs as my fingers pop out of her mouth, her lips glistening.
"And what else could you possibly want?" I ask her, but I give her no time for an answer. I lean into her, pressing my lips against hers, and close my eyes as I savor the musky taste of her pussy on her lips.
"I’ve already told you," she replies, pulling back from me and taking her fingers to my shirt. Popping out the top button, she then loosens my tie and leans in to pull on my lower lip with her teeth. "I want everything."
"That makes two of us," I find myself saying, the words leaving my mouth before I can stop them. Pushing her back against the wall once more, I rest my hands over her breasts and squeeze them hard; as I do it, she takes her own hands to her shoulders and pushes the front of her dress down, the outer edges of her bra revealing themselves to me.
Opening my right hand, I hook my fingers on the cup of her bra and pull on it softly; the moment her rosy nipple jumps into sight, I feel a rush of boiling blood making its way down to my cock and I simply lose it. Grabbing her half-naked tit, I lean in and wrap my lips around her hard nipple, sucking it into my mouth and running circles around her rosy tip with my tongue. The taste of her body makes my brain start to overheat and, at the same time, my cock becomes as hard as concrete.
Breathing fast, I grab at her dress and tug on it viciously, sending it down to her waist. I then let my mouth roam to the valley between her breasts, my skin tracing the rising curve of both her breasts. As I do it, I take my hands to her shoulder blades; the moment I find the clasp of her bra, I undo it.
The cups of the bra droop over her breasts, revealing both nipples, and I hold my breath as I watch them fall down. Then, impatience suddenly taking over me, I reach for one cup with my hand and simply yank the whole thing off her body. She yelps as I do it, and I notice her nipples becoming even harder than before.
"You’re in a hurry," she comments but, at the same time, she slides both hands down the sides of her body and grabs her dress. Swaying her hips from side to side, she sends it down her legs and then kicks it up in the air; the fabric rises up, and then traces an upward arch before landing on one of the pews.
"Maybe I am," I reply, my hands slowly moving down from her naked breasts to between her thighs, the fabric of her thong noticeably drenched in her juices.
"What are you looking at, Connor?" she teases me, placing one hand between her breasts and running it down, her fingertips stopping right before the hem of her thong. "You want this?" she continues, her fingers moving over the front of her pussy.
I take one step forward, ready to press my body on hers, but she raises one arm and stops me, her free hand now on my chest.
"Uh-uh. If you want it, you’ll have to come and get it," she lowers her voice, the devil’s tone in her words. With that, she turns around and starts walking down the aisle that leads to the altar. I just look at her for a few seconds, hearing the click of her high heels against the polished floor as I watch her ass cheeks flex while she moves.
"What are you waiting for?" she calls after me, climbing the small set of stairs that lead to the altar. There, she uses her hands as leverage and props herself up, sitting over the red cloth that covers the altar.
"Fuck…" I mutter to myself, hardly believing what she’s asking me to do. Sure, we’ve already done something like this back at the chapel, but this isn’t a family chapel we’re talking about… This is one of the largest churches in the States, one where thousands come daily to pray. Am I really going to fuck her on that altar?
My mind might not know the answer, but my body surely does. Without waiting for a decision, my feet start carrying me down the aisle, each step I take making my heart beat faster and faster.
"Come, Connor… come and take what you want," Clarise whispers as I walk up the stairs, my cock so hard I’m actually surprised my pants haven’t torn yet.
"You’re insane," I tell her but, as I say it, I’m closing the distance between both our bodies.
"And what’s life without a little bit of insanity?" she purrs, reaching for my tie and pulling me into her. With me now standing up between her spread legs, she throws both her arms over my shoulders and looks into my eyes. "I want to hear you say it…" she continues, a hint of a grin on her lips.
"Hear me say what?"
"Tell me what you want. I want to hear you say it," she teases me, biting on her lower lip as she waits for my answer. She’s pulling my strings, building a web of temptation all around me, and I’m falling straight into it.
"I want you," I tell her with a knot in my throat; but now that I’ve started to speak, other words start escaping out of my mouth. "I want that pussy of yours," I continue, grabbing her by the hair and yanking it in a way that forces her to throw her head back. "And I want to fuck you so hard you won’t know up from down, and left from right."
"That’s exactly what I wanted to hear… Now I want you to do it."
This time I don’t reply. I just keep her head thrown back and dive head first into her neck; kissing her naked skin, I then start biting softly, pulling it with my teeth as she allows short but clear moans to echo throughout the church. As I kiss her, I let my hands wander down to her waist and I hook my fingers on her thong, pulling it against her thigh until I hear the sound of the fabric ripping apart.
"Much better now," I grin, and she responds by taking her hands to the collar of my shirt again. Loosening my tie some more, she pulls it over my head and then lets it slip from her fingers to the floor; slowly moving her fingers over my chest, she starts unbuttoning my shirt patiently. As she finishes unbuttoning my shirt and untucks it, she presses her hands against my abs, feeling their grooves and ridges, and only then does she let her hands fall to my belt.
"I can’t wait to feel that big cock of yours inside me," she tells me as she unbuckles the belt and pulls it out from its loops. Proceeding to the zipper, she pushes it down as
well and then turns her hand around, flattening it against the bulging shape of my cock. "And it seems that your cock can’t wait for that as well…"
"Then why are we wasting so much time?" I tell her, my heart tightening as I imagine the sweet pressure of her pussy lips as they wrap themselves around my thick shaft. Ever since our first time, I can’t stop thinking about it… In a way, I almost feel like a virgin, completely dazed by the body of the woman brave enough to rob me of my sanctity.
"You’re right, let’s stop wasting time," she whispers, her fingers now moving around my waist. Hooking them on my pants, she yanks them down hard and they slide down to my knees.
Cupping my ass cheeks, her fingers digging into my flesh, she then uses her thumbs to pull my boxer briefs down. My cock springs free the moment she does it, pointing up and straight at her pussy, as if it knows exactly the place it needs to be. Seriously, sometimes I think that my cock has a mind of its own.
Kicking off my shoes in a hurry, I step out of my pants and boxer briefs, and she helps me do the rest by pushing my shirt down my arms. With all my clothes bunched up around my feet, I finally take one step forward and close in on her, our bodies so close that I can almost feel the air around us simmering with heat.
"Do it, Connor… Fuck me," she whispers, looking straight at me with those temptress eyes. Never taking my eyes off hers, I curl my fingers around my cock and angle it down, my tip brushing against her wet inner lips. Instead of thrusting right away, I simply keep on brushing the tip of my cock against her wetness, moving it up and down with maddening patience.
"Fuck me, fuck me now," she repeats, her hands going to my back. She digs her fingernails deep into my flesh, pulling me into her, but I resist.
Turns out, I think I want to hear her beg.
"Beg," I breathe out, that single word leaving my lips like a shotgun blast. "I want to hear you beg," I continue, feeling the pressure of her fingernails on my back increasing.