by Claire Adams
He began to groan and I felt him grow and swell in my mouth. He used his grip on my hair to pull me off of him and then he took me by the arms and pulled me back onto his lap.
He gave me another smoking hot kiss as I reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He finished taking it off and tossed it aside. I loved his taut, sculpted chest. I ran my fingers across it reverently and leaned down to kiss him along his collarbone.
He took my face in his hands and pulled me back up to his lips. He kissed my mouth softly and then let his lips move down along my jaw to my throat. He kissed his way across my neck and as he did, his hands moved to my breasts and began to caress and squeeze them, taking time to tweak and lightly pinch my hard nipples.
I moaned as I felt him dip his head down and flick his tongue across one of my nipples. One of his hands was moving down between us, and I wiggled my thighs open and whimpered in anticipation of what was to come. I moaned again as his probing fingers began to explore me, gently prying my lips open and letting his thumb stroke against my swollen clit.
Suddenly, he flipped me back on the couch so I was lying down. His mouth moved straight down between my thighs. I moaned and squirmed in ecstasy as he began to suck and lick on my clit.
I felt him slide one finger up inside of me and crook it against the walls of my pussy. He moved it around inside of me, making me want to scream. I put my hands in his hair and pulled on it, opening my thighs even wider as he sucked my clit into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.
He reached up with his free hand and grabbed one of my breasts, while he continued to lick my pussy from one end to the other. It felt so good. I was grinding my pussy into his face and down on his hand and shuddering all over when the first gigantic orgasmic wave hit me.
I thanked God we weren’t in a church as I let myself go and cried out loudly. I didn’t care if the neighbors heard. It felt too good to keep quiet about it.
He licked me through the orgasm and after giving me a few seconds to recover, he pulled his finger out and began kissing his way back up my still quivering body. He licked and sucked my nipples and then moved all the way up and kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his sexy lips.
I felt him take his cock into his hand and press it up against my opening. I groaned again and wiggled my hips to open my thighs up even wider. I cried out as I felt him slide into me. As soon as he was inside of me, I began rocking my hips back and forth, trying to grind my hips into his.
He grinned. “Slow down there, tiger.”
I giggled, breathlessly. He was right, I was in a hurry. I just knew how good it was going to feel.
He moved in and out of me slowly for a while, kissing me and sucking on my neck, raking his hands over my body. I moved with him and soon we found a smooth rhythm that we kept for a while. As I felt another orgasm beginning to build, I started moving faster.
He moaned and matched my pace, plunging in and out of my pussy now as quickly as he could. I lifted my legs up and wrapped them around his waist, using my feet to drive him into me.
I was writhing uncontrollably beneath him and I screamed out in ecstasy when the tension exploded into another wild orgasm. My pussy went into spasms around his cock and once again, I felt his whole body shudder.
He kept pounding into me breathing heavier, stroking harder and whispering my name—and something in Latin, I think—just before he exploded inside of me. He rocked back and forth slowly for several seconds before at last collapsing down on top of me and gasping for breath.
We were both slick with sweat and he rubbed his chest back and forth against my breasts before pulling his weight up off of me. He looked down at me and grinned. I shivered again and we lay there as he held me and gently kissed the side of my face.
I was surprised as I felt him growing hard again already against my thigh. He moved his lips to my neck and licked and sucked there again and then he pressed his lips to my ear and said, “I’m not done yet, beautiful.”
He sat up, taking me with him. I was on his lap, and I straddled his hips. He reached down and gave himself a few strokes before lining up with my lips and pushing up into me. I used my knees to move myself up and down on his shaft with my breasts rubbing against his face and his lips. He stuck his tongue out and caught a nipple every so often, sending an electric shock down my spine each time.
He sucked one into his mouth and nibbled on my nipple as he clutched onto my hips and I continued to ride him. His fingers dug into my flesh and he used the sides of his teeth to scrape my nipples. I felt like my head was going to explode just about the time he pulled me up off of him.
“What…what?” I gasped. I couldn’t get enough air to speak and my mouth was completely dry.
“Stand up, baby, and hold onto the back of the couch.” Jace was getting adventurous. I didn’t complain or even hesitate. I stood up and gripped the back of the sofa. I felt him move in behind me and his hands grasped my hips as he slid his cock back up inside of me.
I gasped as he pushed himself into me so deep that the flesh of his pelvis slapped up against the flesh of my ass. He didn’t go slowly this time; he started pumping hard and fast. He left one hand on my hip to hold me in place and he slid the other one up and grasped one of my breasts and played with it while he continued to thrust into me at a frenetic pace.
Our bodies were melded together in a wave of undulating motion, accented by gasping, panting, and guttural moans and grunts. I felt him clamp his fingers down tightly on my nipple first and then the swell of his cock and the clamp of my smooth walls around it, just before we both came together in another mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm. Within seconds, we both collapsed into an exhausted, sweaty heap of satisfied flesh.
We lay there, gasping, until we both caught our breath and then he said, “I’m not sure if I can continue to be a priest. I need you, Daphne, and I won’t ever be able to fully commit to anything that will keep me from you.”
His words filled my heart with a joy that I’d never experienced before. Not because he said he was thinking about giving up his vocation, but because he said that he needed me. I needed him, too, more than I’ve ever needed anything.
I kissed his face and said, “Whatever you decide to do, I will support. I just want to be with you.”
CHAPTER FORTY
JACE
I spent the week trying to figure out what to do. I saw Daphne every day, but we hadn't had sex again since that night on the couch. I loved just being with her. We had dinner together, watched television, cuddled…normal couple stuff. Things that I, as a priest, should never experience.
The only way I would ever be able to completely devote myself to her is if I left the church. I wished that was as easy as quitting a job. There were so many parts of it I loved and so much of it I believed in deeply. It wouldn't be easy, but when I compared it with the idea of leaving Daphne, there was no contest. I had to be with her. She’d become my lifeline.
I was about to go out to the grocery store when my phone rang. I looked at it and saw that it was Ryan. I rolled my eyes. I love my brother, but sometimes I am just not in the mood for him. With a deep sigh, I slid it to answer and put it to my ear. “Hey, bro, what’s up?”
“Nothing much, I just wondered if you happened to catch that Yanks game last night?”
“Yeah, they got lucky.”
I wasn’t a Yankees fan; it drove my brothers crazy.
“Lucky my ass,” he said. “It was pure skill and they’re going to the Series this year.”
I laughed. “You keep dreaming, little bro. Maybe one day that’ll come true. Doubtful, but nothing is impossible.”
“Like you having sex?”
“Man, Ryan, you have got to stop saying that. For one thing, it never should have happened while I was still wearing the collar.”
“Wait…what? While you were ‘still’ wearing it? What do you mean by that?”
Damn, I didn’t mean to bring this up until I d
ecided for sure what to do. I was stuck now. I knew Ryan and he won’t just let anything go. “Yeah, I’m thinking about leaving the church.”
“For what? A good fuck?”
“Ryan! Knock it off.”
“Sorry…Father. Jace, listen to me, and let me finish before you chastise my language, okay? Some things just need to be said straight up. Man, the first time I got me a taste of pussy, I knew what it must feel like to do drugs. I would do anything to get it again, and again and again. But dude, after a while…as much as I still love me some pussy…I figured out it’s not worth giving things up that are that important to you.
“You’ve been the best one of us your whole life. Grandma saw it and that’s why you’re the one she pushed towards the church and not me or Max. Look, I’m as Catholic as the next guy…” I laughed, I couldn’t help it. “What? I go to church…almost every Sunday.”
“Okay, forgive me. I somehow thought that living the life of a good Catholic, the rest of the week mattered.”
“Look who’s talking.”
“I know this, Ryan. This is why I need to leave. I don’t want to live a double life, but I do want to live a life with Daphne. She’s what’s been missing all along. She’s what I’ve been looking for. I love her.”
“Whoa, the L word. Wow! So, you’ve decided this for sure?”
“No, not for sure. I know that it’s what I want; I’m just still trying to figure out if it’s the right thing. I’m hoping God will send me some kind of sign.”
Ryan busted up laughing. I waited until he was finished and then I said, “It’s so good to have your support.”
“Hey, I’m an asshole and we both know it. But, I always have your back, no matter what you decide, okay? Just make sure you’re doing what’s best for you in the long run.”
“Thanks, man. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
DAPHNE
I was gathering up my laundry to take it down to the laundry room when there was a knock on my door. I felt a tickle in my belly. I was hoping it was Jace since he knew I had the day off. I pulled it open with a big smile and found Bethany standing there. “Oh…hey!”
She raised an eyebrow. “Who were you expecting?”
“No one, come on in.” She walked in and looked around like she was looking for someone. “I really wasn’t expecting anyone. You want some coffee?”
“I’d love some.” While I got the Keurig ready, she said, “What was the big, cheesy smile about when you opened the door?”
“I’m just happy. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing wrong with it,” she said, “It’s just unusual.”
I laughed. “Really? Am I usually that miserable?” I pulled out one cup and handed it to her and fixed the next cup for me. She poured sugar and cream into her drink and stirred it while she stared at me. “What?”
“Why would you see someone and not want to tell me?”
Giggling nervously, I said, “What are you talking about?”
She sighed. “I came by last night. I was parking, and I looked up and saw you letting a man in here. Then today, you act like you’re expecting someone and you’re really happy about it. I thought we were friends. Why are you holding out on me?”
“Jesus, Beth! We are friends, best friends. Look at all you did for me, getting me this job and helping me find this apartment. I love you.”
She carried her cup over to the table and sat down. I finished fixing my coffee and went and sat down with her. “Then why don’t you want to talk to me?” she asked with a pout.
“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you… I’m just… It’s just…”
“Oh, Daphne, please tell me it’s not the priest. Please!”
I had made the mistake of telling Bethany about Jace one drunken night. Then I also made the mistake of introducing her to my church…Jace’s church. I didn’t think it was a big deal until now. She was taking church serious...like I should be.
“It’s not. I told him that was over…”
“When?”
“Right afterward.”
“You’re lying. You told me afterward that you were still thinking about him.”
I guess I had told her the same things as I did Carla.
“Why are you pushing this? It’s not like you to get so involved in other people’s business.”
“First off, you’re not just ‘other’ people, Daph. You’re my best friend. Second, this is a priest. You should not be having sex with a priest. Do you know what kind of horrible sin that is?”
“Yeah, I do. That’s why we’re not still seeing each other.”
“I hope you’re not lying to me. It still doesn’t explain who I saw coming in here last night.”
“He was just a friend, that’s all.”
“What’s his name?”
“Ryan.” Jace’s brother was the first man who came to mind.
She was still looking at me suspiciously. “Your face is red. I love you, Daph, but I think you’re lying. Honey, you know I’m no prude. I would have no argument with you going out and getting a little. But, baby girl, you cannot be having sex with a priest.”
“I heard you, Bethany. I told you-”
“I know what you said. I don’t believe you. This is so wrong.”
Jesus. This is what I get for recruiting Catholics, I guess. “Bethany, it’s really over. I need you to not tell anyone it ever happened, okay? You’ll ruin his life and possibly mine. If you won’t do it for him, please, do it for me.”
“You have to promise me it’s over. I can’t sit in church every week and listen to him saying mass and know he screwed you the night before.”
I was on the verge of both losing my best friend and being exposed for sleeping with a priest.
I wanted so badly to tell her that at least I was only sleeping with one man. At least I didn’t sleep with every man I went out with, but I knew even in spite of the fall-out that might bring about, it was wrong.
I did love Bethany in spite of her wild lifestyle and I wasn’t going to use that against her. “I promise, Beth. Please promise me you won’t say anything.”
She looked reluctant but she said, “Okay…fine, I promise. But Daph, if I see you two together-”
“You won’t, okay? You just won’t.” She stayed and finished her coffee, but things were weird between us when she left. I regretted ever telling her. She could ruin Jace, and in the process, me.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
JACE
“Father Jace, which hymn should I open with this week?” Mrs. Smythe, our church’s seventy-year-old pianist, was in my office at the church. She’d come in to ask me something about an upcoming wedding and the conversation had gone way south…the way it usually did with Mrs. Smythe.
“I don’t mind, Mrs. Smythe; whichever hymn you prefer.”
“I’m just not sure, Father…” She may have gone on all day, but at that moment, the Bishop walked in with two other priests I didn’t recognize. I jumped to my feet, and Mrs. Smythe’s eyes widened as if God Himself had just walked in.
The Bishop smiled at her, and she giggled like a schoolgirl and raced out. He landed his steely gaze on me then…minus the smile. “Father Jace, this is Father Michael and Father Richard. They work at the diocese with me in the investigations unit. Can we speak with you for a few moments?”
“Of course, Bishop O’Dell. There’s not much room in here; would you like to go into the conference room?” My palms were suddenly sweating. There was only one reason why the Bishop was there with two church investigators.
“That will be fine.” We went down the hall and once we were seated around the table, he said, “It was brought to my attention that you’ve been…allegedly…having sexual relations with a woman. I have to say that I really hope it’s not true; but you have been seen with a woman, the same woman, on more than one occasion, according the reports. You can confirm or deny this for us, or we’ll hav
e to open up a full investigation.”
My first instinct was to lie and deny it. God, I’m not only a bad priest, I’m a terrible Catholic. Lies and deceit seem to come so easily to me lately. I can’t lie to him. I need to just get this over with. I need to man up and take the consequences.
I opened my mouth and suddenly I heard myself telling my brother that I was looking for a sign. Maybe this was it. Maybe remaining quiet and letting them investigate was going to be my best bet.
If they couldn’t prove anything, I could leave the church without a scandal. Daphne wouldn't say anything and I didn't know who thought they know what, but no one had seen us have sex, so they could not prove it.
“I don’t have a problem with you doing an investigation, Bishop. But now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a couple coming in for their pre-marital counseling right now.”
“No, Father Jace. You are suspended pending the investigation.”
I felt sick to my stomach. Maybe that was my sign.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
DAPHNE
I texted Jace for the third time that day and he didn’t respond. I was beginning to get worried. He knew that I had to work, and he’d said he would try and come by after he finished at the church. It wasn’t like him to just not show up and not call. I tried calling him again; his phone just kept going straight to voicemail.
I had a really bad feeling in my gut, but I had to get to work. I tried convincing myself that he was just busy…that had to be it.
I went into work and we were busy because, as usual, we were short a server. Every time I got a break, I would check my phone, but still nothing from Jace. I was really worried. I was even getting a little snappy with my customers, which was not good.
Finally, when the night was over, I couldn’t take it any longer. I had to see him and know that he was okay. I drove over to his apartment and knocked frantically on his door. I was both relieved and anxious when I saw him. I was relieved to see that he was okay…but as soon as I saw his face, I knew that something was very wrong.