by Claire Adams
I gently brushed my fingers across it, and with his primal-sounding moan, an overwhelming desire to hold it and feel it throb and pulse in my hand came over me. I grabbed it, wrapped my hand all the way around it, and squeezed gently. He let out another long, deep moan that didn’t sound human as I started to move my hand up and down the length of him, stroking him gently.
Surprising myself, I bent my head down even lower and I took him into my mouth. I held onto the base and continued to stroke him with my hand as I took the head of his cock in and out of my wet mouth. It was a strange feeling, but beautiful, all at the same time.
"Oh, dear God..." he gasped, looking down at me. I smiled up at him with my mouth full of his cock. He offered a weak smile back and then let his head fall back into the pillows piled on the bed behind him.
As I sucked and licked my way up and down his hard cock, he groaned, moaned, and made sexy little noises. He wrapped his hands up in my hair and used it to guide me to where he wanted to feel my lips. He suddenly pulled harder and brought his hips up off the bed. He wanted me to go faster, so I obliged. As I moved my head up and down on him, I let my tongue slide along the underside of his shaft. He was so hard and hot against my lips and the taste of his flesh was like an aphrodisiac.
I was out of my mind with lust. I sucked him until I felt him tug on my hair and pull me off of him. My lips released him with a “pop” and they felt swollen and full. I saw his eyes fall to them as he sat all the way up and pressed his into mine. I fell forward against his chest.
God, he felt good. I was slightly disappointed at first when he broke the kiss to lift me up off of him and roll me onto my back…but the feeling didn’t last long.
He grinned down at me and my guts twisted into a desperate knot. Then, he bent down and pressed a kiss between my breasts. I sighed as he brought the kiss up to my right breast. He cupped it in one hand as the other rested on my shoulder.
This time, he wasn’t as shy about it, and I wasn’t as quiet as I should have been. I was moaning and writhing all over the bed as he drew a nipple in between his lips. He had the other breast in his hand and was running his fingers along the outside of it as he licked and tasted the flesh all around them.
It was erotic to lay here and watch him. A sigh escaped my mouth as I wrapped my arms around his head and drew his face in tighter to my chest. I pressed my face into his hair and breathed in his scent.
I felt his hands go to the waistband of my panties and begin to push them down. I lifted my hips and he sat up to pull them down. He spent some time again gazing down at me like he was looking at something precious.
I raised my hips slightly and let my legs part so that he could see how badly I wanted him. He smiled seductively at me and I felt his hand go between my legs. He let his fingers glide along the outside of my pussy and then with a low growl, I felt one of his fingers enter me.
“Oh, Jesus…” he breathed out before sliding in another. He crooked one, letting it rub against a spot that would cause me to do anything for him and he moved them in and out. I had my legs open wide, silently begging for more.
I wanted to scream out for it, but I wasn’t sure if that was acceptable behavior or not. I’ve just never, ever felt anything like what he was doing to me, and if that weren’t enough, each time I opened my eyes, I saw his gorgeous face and body above me.
I wanted to cry when I felt his fingers leave me, but then I felt his sexy thighs glide against mine as he moved down further, situating himself between my parted legs. He pressed a kiss to the soft, sensitive part on the inside and one kiss and lick at a time, his face made its way up to my pussy.
I felt his tongue glide across my tender, swollen lips and then heard him whisper, “So wet, and so sweet.” He let it slide in between them and I cried out — I thought his fingers were magic, but I’d never felt anything so intense.
He began licking up and down, and letting his tongue slide in and out, lapping up the juices that had been flowing for him all night. His hands were up on my chest, still massaging my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I was wriggling underneath him like I was trying to get away, but it was the last thing I wanted to do.
I reached down and wrapped my fingers up in his hair. Lifting my hips up off the bed, I pushed his head down and ground myself against his face. I groaned as he let his tongue flicker against my clit, and then I actually let out a little scream as he sucked it in between his lips and began to tongue it furiously.
“Oh!”
He lifted his head and looked at my face. “You like that?”
“Oh, yes! It feels so good! Don’t stop!”
He grinned and went back to what he was doing. He used the sides of his teeth to scrape against the swollen nub. We’d both gotten past our shyness as we’d found our rhythm. He parted me open with his fingers and drew his entire mouth down my center before he let his tongue snake up inside of me.
“Oh, oh,” I moaned as I gripped his face and pressed him harder against me. “More!”
He pushed his tongue in as deep as it would go. “Deeper!” I couldn’t believe those words came out of my mouth, but there was no time to worry about that. It seemed to excite him further. He made a little growling noise and slipped his hands underneath my hips to hold me tightly in place as he licked and sucked and nibbled on my clit.
I was out of my mind with lust and need. “Oh!” He didn’t stop. He sucked harder and licked wilder and just as I was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm, he bit down on my clit…gently, but enough to send me hurtling through space. It was a feeling that I knew I would never forget even if I lived another hundred years.
He waited until I was completely finished and my body was quivering and quaking from head to toe, to move away. When he did, he let out a sexy little moan and pulled himself up so he was right above me.
He crushed his mouth down on mine, and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue. It was sexy, and I sucked his tongue into my mouth and made love to it. Then I licked his face like a wild animal who was excited by their own scent.
I could feel his hand down between our legs. He had that glorious cock in his hand and was lining himself up with my opening. I should have been scared out of my mind. I should have been worried that he wasn’t wearing a condom. But nothing was in my mind at that moment other than how badly I needed to feel this man inside of me.
I arched my back so our hips were pressing together. The head of his cock sat resting at my entrance, and I wanted all of it inside of me. I brought my hips up further and that time, he took the hint. He grabbed my hips in both of his hands and plunged into me. I cried out; it hurt, but at the same time, it was one of the most amazing things I had ever felt. He was groaning loudly as he rocked back and forth, pulling himself in and out. God! This was so incredibly good.
He pressed his lips to my ear and kissed down along the side of my face to my neck. He took a piece of the sensitive flesh there and bit down on it. I whimpered as he sucked it into his mouth as he continued his gentle massage of the inner walls of my sopping wet pussy. I reached back and grabbed his round, firm ass cheeks in my hands and pushed him down towards me. He began moving faster. I reached up with both of my legs and wrapped them around his waist. He thrust into me faster still.
“Harder!” I whispered in a desperate voice. Suddenly, I was a crazed sex lunatic, and I didn’t care. It was the only thing I was living for at the moment. I needed more. He didn’t hesitate to give it to me. He rammed his cock up into me, that time striking bottom.
“Oh, dear God!” he muttered as he slipped his strong arms underneath my legs. He picked them up and rested my feet on his shoulders. Then, he began slamming himself into me so that our hips met each time and the slap of flesh on flesh was the only noise competing with the sound of our struggle for oxygen.
Each time he plowed into me, he went deeper than I imagined possible. We were both covered with a light sheen of sweat, and he had to grip onto me even tighter to keep m
e from slipping away. The struggle between pain and pleasure was real as his fingers dug into my flesh.
He sounded like he was getting close and I could feel him swelling inside of me, and then I felt him slow down and begin stroking me hard and deep. It was hot and sexy and I was at the edge of the cliff once more.
“Please…” I moaned out. I knew he was trying to make it last but I needed to feel him drill into me. He slipped his hands underneath my neck and I felt him press his body into mine…nearly forcing all of the breath out of my body as he slammed into me — hard. “Oh yes! That’s it…more!”
He pulled back and slammed into me again. I threw my head back into the pillow and let out a long, loud moan. I felt him stroking the deepest part of me and wondered if he was loving this as much as I was. As if reading my mind, he pressed a lustful kiss against my ear and said, “Beautiful…so beautiful. This is so good!”
I reached for his face and took it in my hands. Turning it towards me, I covered his lips with mine. I felt him moan into my mouth and that turned me on even more, if that was possible. I started rocking my hips up and down as he stroked in and out of me hard and deep, over and over again.
Fire was raging deep in my core as I moaned and whimpered and writhed. I ached in places I didn’t even know existed. The heat between our bodies felt like all it needed was one more spark to ignite the entire room. Crazy sounds were coming out of my throat and my pussy throbbed with the need to come.
“Are you close?” I asked him. He grunted and nodded. I wrapped my arms around his strong shoulders and used them as leverage to pull my hips up so that he could slam into me even harder and deeper. I suddenly felt the waves of the orgasm crash into me.
As I came, I felt him shudder and he let out a moan that sounded like pure bliss before his entire body began to shiver and shake. He shoved his cock forward and held it inside of me as deep as he could get. He came and came and came.
Still trembling, he collapsed down next to me. I still had my arms around him and I let him lay on one of them, practically crushing it, just because I didn’t want to feel that empty feeling I’d felt before ever again.
I woke up with the light from the early morning sun streaming in the window into my eyes. I kept them shut tightly and tried to fight my way out of the sheets I seemed to be tangled up in. I was so dehydrated that I could barely open my lips. My tongue was plastered to the roof of my mouth and my throat felt like sandpaper.
Damn it! That’ll teach me to order pretty, fruity drinks. My head gave a throb at the thought of it and I started to roll over. I realized that I couldn’t. There was something big and hard blocking my path. What the hell?
I slowly pulled one eye open. As soon as I did, before I even processed my surroundings, I remembered. I had sex…with a stranger. Oh no, I’m still in his house! Damn it!
I turned my head to the side then and saw him there. I wasn’t tangled in sheets. My naked body was tangled up with his. Even anxious and sick to my stomach at what I’d done, my breath caught in my throat at the gorgeous sight of him.
I blinked a few times as the thoughts began to take shape and accelerate inside of my head. I tried taking a few slow, deep breaths so that they would slow down. I couldn’t follow them when they raced around like that. I had to concentrate on breathing in and breathing out because I felt like something, or someone, was sitting on my chest or holding me under water.
My heart hammered relentlessly against the inside of my chest. I had sex with a stranger in his apartment. I had committed a grievous sin and now, as he slept next to me the morning after, I realized that it was even worse than I’d thought. I’d spent the entire night having hot, passionate sex with him and I’d never even asked him his name. Oh, God! Forgive me! I have to get out of here before he wakes up. What have I done?
Chapter 6
Jace
My new church confessional was an old fashioned one that still had a booth for the priest and one for the parishioner. The church I was at in Boston had been a lot more progressive. During confession, there I sat in the confession “room” in a chair across from the congregate that was confessing. It was one-on-one still, but there was no hiding. Since you can’t hide from God, I felt that was as it should be.
This was my first real day of work in Lexington, though, so I would do it their way for a while. After Father Byrne moved on to his new post in New York, it would be my church and I could change things as I saw fit.
As I dressed and readied myself to hear confession, the words my mentor in the seminary used to read to us from the guide to hearing confession came rushing back to me. I heard his voice reciting it word-for-word as if he were in the room with me, staring me down with accusing eyes, judging me.
“But if he himself be ignorant, a profligate, and a lover of pleasure, how can he teach virtue unto others? And who would be so unwise as to hearken unto him concerning that which he (that is, the penitent) has to say, seeing him a disorderly person and a drunkard, and teaching others not to be intemperate, or to follow any virtue whatever, while he himself is unable to do this? For eyes are more believing than ears, says the divine Scripture. Therefore, take heed unto thyself, O Confessor, for if one sheep be lost through thy negligence, it shall be required at thy hands. ‘For cursed,’ says the Scripture, ‘is he that does the work of the Lord negligently.’ (Jer. 48:10)”
I shuddered and tried to push that memory down as I donned my sacred robes and lit the candles on either side of the confessional. Then, kissing the crucifix around my neck, I said the prayer reserved for priests who are about to hear confession: “Grant to me, O Lord, that wisdom which stands beside Thy throne, that I may know how to judge Thy people with justice, and Thy poor ones with equity…”
I could taste the residue of scotch still coating my throat, and the prayer that usually gave me peace, instead caused the bile to rumble up and compete with the alcohol for my notice. I closed my eyes and refocused my mind on my faith and my love of God and I started over.
When I finished, I flipped on the green light and took my seat in the chair. Sister Adeline had left a pot of tea for me next to the chair. I poured a cup and held it to my face, letting the steam seep into my skin.
It was probably my imagination, but I thought I could smell the alcohol seeping from my pores and filling the room. My stomach had just begun to lurch as the first parishioner arrived. It was time to tuck my sins away to later be judged by my Father and get to work.
Chapter 7
Daphne
“Daphne, table six is asking for more coffee.”
“Oh shoot! I told them I’d be back 10 minutes ago!” I grabbed the freshly made pot and felt Bethany’s eyes boring in to me as I rushed over to refill their cups. She was standing in the same spot when I got back.
“What’s going on with you?”
I feigned an innocent look. “Nothing. Why do you ask?”
“You’ve been distracted all day.”
“Oh, well, I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Daphne!” My boss Ken was cooking because our second cook hadn’t shown up. He wasn’t in a good mood about it, either.
“Yes?”
“The eggs are congealing! If you wouldn’t mind taking them out and picking your personal conversation back up later, that would be great.”
“I’m sorry, Ken, of course.” Bethany rolled her eyes. She’d been working here for more than two years and Ken didn't scare her any longer. This job was my only lifeline at the moment. He scared me to death.
I started to reach for one of the plates and Bethany grabbed my arm from behind. Annoyed, I looked back and saw her holding out the plate holder we use after they’d been sitting underneath the lights. Without it, I would have burned the skin off my hand. “Thank you,” I mouthed, gratefully.
She smiled at me and then in a whisper said, “Break in 15 minutes. Be ready to spill.”
I smiled back, nervously. There was no way I was going to tell her what I’d d
one. I could barely stand, that I knew. I took out the orders and refilled a few more drinks before it was time for our break. I took my ice water and followed Bethany out the back door of the restaurant.
As soon as we were clear of the building, she lit a smoke and said, “Come on, Daphne. I’ve known you a long time. I know something is wrong.”
Bethany was my oldest…my only friend. She was the only one I ever told about my drunken father and the house of horrors I’d grown up in. She loved me and I loved her. She made me feel safe and kept my confidences. She didn’t judge, but there was still no way I was telling her about this.
It was between me, God, and whatever name green eyes goes by. I was having a hard-enough time with that. I couldn't bring myself to let anyone else in on the sins I’d committed.
“It’s just a personal issue, Beth. I’d rather not talk about it, okay? Maybe some other time I’ll be ready…but not now.”
Bless Bethany; she always knew when to push and when to back off. Now, she knew I needed her to back off.
“Sure, honey; but remember I’m always here if you need me.”
I smiled at her. “I know you are, and I am so grateful. I’m blessed to have you in my life, Bethany.” She laughed.
“You are the only person who puts ‘Bethany’ and ‘Blessed’ in the same sentence ever. You’re so good and pure… I’m not sure why you hang out with a sinner like me sometimes.”
If she only knew. I got drunk and had sex with a stranger… If we’re tallying sins, I’d bet at least this week I had her beat.
“You’re a saint, Bethany. I don’t know where I would be without you.”
She smiled and winked at me as she stubbed out her smoke. “You wouldn’t have all this,” she said, gesturing at the backside of the old diner. “That’s for sure.” We giggled and headed in.