Sinned: A Priest Romance

by Daye, Veronica

  Grabbing my phone, I flipped through the photos he sent me and then watched each of the videos in order. They were just like him, funny and sexy.

  I rolled over and tried to fall asleep, but my mind kept going back to him. The thought of him being in the next room didn’t help. As I closed my eyes, my phone lit up and Jagger’s name appeared on the screen.

  Jagger: You still up?

  Sierra: Yes.

  Jagger: Do you know what a time out is?

  Sierra: Like in sports?

  Jagger: Yeah. What if we took a time out from reality? In the time out, we can pretend that two weeks will never come and we’ll never talk or think about it. When time’s in, everything goes back to normal. What do you think?

  Sierra: I think I want a time out.

  As soon as I hit ‘send,’ there was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Jagger standing in his boxers.

  “Time out,” he said.

  He picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as we kissed hungrily. He carried me to the bed and pushed the blankets aside as he put me down.

  “I need to taste you again,” he said. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

  He pushed my shirt up to expose my stomach, then kissed my belly button. Moving his lips to my hip, he bit me as he yanked my panties off. I jerked and giggled as he raised an eyebrow at me.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” I said.

  “You’re ticklish. I like that.”

  Pulling my legs onto his shoulders, he tugged me to the edge of the bed. His lips brushed against my inner thigh before he sucked and nipped me.

  “Ow!” I wiggled and laughed, but he held me in place.

  “Which is it? An ow or a laugh?” he asked as his hand slowly rubbed my sex.

  “Oh I...”

  “You what?”

  “Can’t. Think.”

  “Good.”

  His tongue slid over my wetness, to my nub as his hands held my hips. As his lips closed over me, my body began trembling.

  “You’re close, aren’t you? I want to watch you come,” he said as his finger slid into me.

  “Uh huh.”

  He curved his finger inside me like he did the night before, and my body shook even more. His other hand slid up my stomach, pushing my shirt up further to reveal my breasts. He pinched one of my nipples then rubbed it against the palm of his hand.

  I felt out of control. I couldn’t take it much longer. My body was moving like it had a mind of its own as it tensed up. I gasped, and then suddenly I let go and climaxed.

  Jagger was standing at the edge of the bed, still between my legs. He watched as I responded to every movement of his hand until he slowed so I could catch my breath. I reached over to grab a pillow and threw it at him.

  “Stop staring at me,” I said.

  I grabbed another pillow and covered my face, but he pulled it away.

  “Don’t cover up. You’re gorgeous and when you come, it’s just wow.” He climbed into bed next to me and cupped my cheek before kissing me.

  “You’re just saying that.”

  “No, I’m not. I’d never lie about something like that.” Jagger took off his boxers and tossed them onto the floor. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you right now.”

  “I think I have an idea,” I said as I touched his erection gently.

  “It’s not going to break.”

  He grinned and I pulled my hand away for a second, then put it back. As I moved my hand along his shaft, he put his hand over mine and guided me.

  “Will it hurt?” I whispered. “You know, when we...”

  “Do it? No, not if you’re wet enough. Haven’t you ever done it before?”

  “Of course,” I said with a laugh, trying to act like I’d done it a hundred times before.

  “Oh yeah? How many?”

  “Umm…one.”

  “One? Oh geez, and I bet it sucked.”

  I laughed. “It was okay, I guess.”

  “Well, I promise I’ll be better.”

  He reached to the floor and I heard something crinkle. When he lay back on his back beside me, he held a condom between his fingers.

  “I’m going to ruin you for all other men,” he said with a half smile.

  “You are so cocky.”

  “Can’t help it, I have a big cock.”

  He looked into my eyes, and he wasn’t joking anymore. His hand caressed my cheek as it slid into my hair before his lips closed over mine.

  As his hand moved down my body, his mouth closed over my breasts and he sucked each until my nipples were stiff. With his fingers pressing against my wetness, he looked up at me and smiled.

  “I love how wet you get,” he said

  He ripped open the condom and slid it on. His lips closed over mine as his cock rubbed over my wetness. I felt the pressure of his tip against my entrance as he continued to kiss me.

  “I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts,” he whispered.

  His manhood pushed inside my pussy and I gasped. His eyes were full of concern and I nodded, letting him know I was okay.

  “That’s not all of it,” he said as he thrust slowly.

  My eyes widened as he pushed further into me. It didn’t hurt, but it heightened everything he did. My breathing quickened as he moved my hands over my head and held them.

  “You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned before moving his hips faster.

  Each movement pushed me closer towards the edge. I didn’t think about what we were doing or that I always thought I should be in love, I was only responding to my body’s desires. A moan escaped my lips.

  He pulled my thigh up, entering me deeper. I cried out in pleasure as I dug my nails into his back.

  “I’m close,” I whispered.

  As his cock thrust into me faster, my pussy tightened around him as the wave of release hit me. I quivered underneath him as he squeezed my hands tightly as he came.

  We lay there, panting in each other’s arms. He kissed me tenderly then pressed his nose against mine before collapsing beside me.

  I thought about the things we had discussed, and there was something I was curious about.

  “You never told me how many women you’ve been with,” I said.

  “It doesn’t matter,” he said as he moved to his side, facing me.

  “Why not? You know how many men I’ve been with.”

  “We’re still on time out, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “It doesn’t matter because I don’t think I’ll ever meet someone I want to fuck as much as I want you.”

  ***

  A couple days later, we were making sandwiches for lunch when Jagger came up from behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.

  “Time out.”

  “Here?”

  “Why not here? Why not everywhere? But that’s not what I meant.”

  “Then what’s the time out for?”

  “Because I was just thinking.”

  “There’s no thinking in time out.”

  “I know, but we’ve been playing house now for a few days and…never mind.”

  “No, you can’t do that. What were you going to say?”

  “I don’t know. Maybe it’s not a good idea.”

  “We’re in time out, remember?”

  “I was just thinking about how happy you make me.”

  “I do?”

  He nodded and buried his face in my hair.

  “And I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, too.”

  I turned around to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck.

  “How did you go from being such a prick to being a sweetheart?”

  “Maybe I just needed you to straighten me out. Or maybe you just needed some of my prick.” He smirked.

  “And just like that, you ruined it.”

  “Ruined it? I made it better.”

  “I hate you,” I said, laughing.

 
; “I hate you more,” he said before kissing me.

  ***

  For the next week, Jagger and I had time outs almost everywhere in the house. And even late one night in the pool. But after our parents got home from their honeymoon, things changed. We never felt our being together was bad even though we were now stepbrother and stepsister, but we didn’t think they’d feel the same way.

  One afternoon, I was in the laundry room when Jagger came in and closed the door behind him. He gave me a half smile, his go-to move, and I knew what was coming next.

  “Time out,” he said as he cocked his brow.

  “No,” I hissed. “They’re right downstairs. What if someone comes up?”

  “I can show you what’s up and tell you who’s going to come.” He unzipped his jeans.

  I pulled him closer, but then remembered we weren't alone.

  “Dammit, no, we can’t,” I said. “Maybe if they go out later, but I don’t want to get caught.”

  “That’s part of the fun. Remember the coat check at the hotel?”

  “Of course I do, but this is different.”

  “Fine, you take the fun out of everything.”

  He grinned and zipped up his jeans, then placed his hands on my neck as his lips covered mine. Our tongues moved against each other, and for a moment I forgot we weren’t alone in the house anymore.

  “Sierra,” Mom called out from downstairs. “Are you doing a white wash? I have something that can go in there.”

  I sighed as Jagger opened the laundry room door.

  “Time in,” I said with a sigh.

  Later that night, after our parents had gone to bed, Jagger let himself into my room.

  “What are you doing here?” I whispered.

  “It’s bedtime. We sleep together.”

  “I want that too, but we can’t.”

  “Yes, we can. I’ll go back to my room before they wake up.” He kissed then nibbled my neck. “What do you think?”

  “I think I miss our time outs. Time out.”

  He pulled my nightie off me, then quickly stepped out of his boxers. As I climbed onto the bed, he smacked my ass playfully.

  “Hey! What was that for?”

  “Shh, quiet, remember?

  I rolled onto my back, and he pulled my panties off with one quick tug.

  “You won’t be needing these,” he said as he climbed into bed.

  He slid his arm under my head and brought me closer to him. His eyes looked sad as they met mine. He didn’t have to say what he was thinking, he couldn’t anyway, we were in time out. But I was horribly aware that our time was ticking down. Time out or not, our relationship had an expiration date.

  “I know what you’re thinking, and you know that’s not allowed,” he said before kissing me tenderly.

  His touch was gentler, less demanding than the other times we had been together. He held me close as he kissed me deeply. I clung to him, wishing he would never let me go.

  Silently, he put a condom on and then brought me back into his embrace. With his eyes locked on mine, I felt the pressure of his cock against my entrance. His lips claimed mine as he thrust his cock into me. As he slowly pumped his hips, he continued to kiss me, only stopping to gaze into my eyes.

  This time was different. With each thrust, I felt more emotion. Our first time we fucked, other times we had sex, but this time I was sure we were making love.

  ~ Eleven ~

  Jagger

  Every night since we made our deal, Sierra and I spent the night together. She wanted to slow things down when our parents got home, but I was too aware of how little time I had left with her. I didn’t care if they found out about us. I only cared about being with her.

  As the number of days dwindled down, I didn’t need the alarm, but I set it anyway. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to spend as much time awake as possible with her. My last night there wasn’t any different.

  It didn’t matter that we both said there wouldn’t be any strings attached, we both cared for each other much more than either of us wanted to admit.

  Once the sunlight streamed into her room, I knew it was time to get back into my own room. I watched the steady rise and fall of her breathing then slowly slipped my arm out from underneath her head. When she didn’t wake, I rolled off the bed.

  “No,” she whispered, reaching out towards me with her eyes still closed. “Not today. You can’t leave me today. Stay here.”

  “I have to get back to my room.”

  She sat up and shook her head sadly. Her face was vulnerable and soft. I knew that whatever happened in the future, I would never forget that look.

  “I don’t care if they find you here,” she said. “What are they going to do? Send you away? That’s already happening.”

  I slid back into bed and pulled her close.

  “I don’t care if we get caught either. All I care about is being here with you.”

  “I can’t believe you’re leaving today.”

  “Time out. We said we wouldn’t talk about it.”

  “Time in. I can’t ignore it. I can’t pretend you’re not going anywhere when your flight is only hours away.”

  “You’re right. We can’t pretend any longer. It’s here and I’m going.”

  “Do you think you’ll come back?”

  Her eyes were wide and they glistened with tears. I couldn’t stand to see her cry.

  “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I don’t know how much time I’ll get or even where I’ll be. I don’t know what’ll happen after boot camp.”

  “Can I write to you? At least give me that.”

  “Sierra, we agreed this would just be two weeks and that’s it.”

  I hated myself for saying it. I knew that all I would think about was her once I left. But I didn’t want her waiting for me when I didn’t know what was in store for us.

  “I know. I’m sorry. But you can’t leave. You just can’t,” she said.

  Tears fell onto her cheeks and I wiped them away.

  “You promised you wouldn’t do this,” I said.

  “I didn’t realize how hard this would be. I’m glad it’s so easy for you.”

  “Easy? You think this is easy for me? This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. And I knew it would be two weeks ago, but I went along with it anyway because in the end, I just wanted to be with you.”

  I regretted saying the words. I thought it would be easier if she thought I didn’t care, but I couldn’t pretend. I couldn’t lie to her.

  Time seemed to have a mind of its own and the hours slipped by. We stayed in her bed until it was time for me to start packing the last of my things. She sat on my bed as I put the last few things into my suitcase. Neither of us said anything.

  “Jagger, we need to get going,” Dad said as he popped his head into my room. His eyes darted from me to Sierra and back, and a knowing smile spread across his face. “You’ve got fifteen minutes, but that’ll be cutting it really close. I’ll be downstairs.”

  Sierra took a deep breath as she put on a brave smile.

  “I’m going to write to you,” she said. “And you have my number, don’t lose it.”

  I nodded as I stepped closer to the bed. I stood between her legs and slid my arms around her waist. She looked up at me and I rested my forehead against hers.

  “The day our parents got married, my dad told me how he fell in love with your mom,” I said. “I asked him how he knew he was in love and he said he just knew. That didn’t make any sense to me then, but now, after all the time we’ve spent together, it does.”

  “What are you saying?”

  I smiled at her and kissed her lips.

  “I don’t know what I’m saying. The way I feel about you, love is too weak a word.”

  She laughed. “Now you’re just quoting Annie Hall.”

  “It is our movie. And this is the first time today that you’ve laughed. I’ll never forget your laugh.” I leaned in closer to her and pushed back her
hair so that my lips brushed against her ear. “And I’ll never forget how sexy you look when you come.”

  “I hate you,” she said, smiling.

  “I hate you too.”

  ***

  Dad drove me to the airport alone. We wanted to spend a little more time together before I had to leave. It was also easier to leave Sierra at home than having to say good-bye at the airport.

  “You know I’m proud of you, Jagger,” Dad said. “Whenever you want to come home, to either me or your mom, you let me know and I’ll take care of it. Just don’t tell your mom.”

  I laughed. “Yeah, I know.”

  “How’s she doing?”

  “I spoke to her last night and I told her I’d call her when I landed in Illinois. She’s good, sad, like everyone else. But it sounds like she’s getting out more and doing things for herself. She sounded happy.”

  “That’s good. What about Sierra?”

  “I don’t know, Dad. I really care about her, but I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and flipped through a bunch of photos of her. I looked at her last texts to me and realized I had one last thing to say to her.

  Jagger: I can’t make any promises about the future, but I know one day we’ll be together again.

  ~ Twelve ~

  Sierra

  Jagger’s leaving destroyed me. I tried as best as I could to not cry before he left, but I failed miserably. But no matter how many tears I shed in front of him, they were no match for the tears that came once he was gone.

  I spent the months after Jagger left throwing myself into schoolwork at the Culinary Institute of America at Greystone. While I didn’t realize it before I left, being in the Napa Valley was great because I didn’t have any places or things around to remind me of him.

  First semester finals were over and I was confident I had aced each class, but Chef Brayden Bleacher had requested I meet with him before leaving for Christmas break. Chef Bleacher was in his thirties and was one of the more popular chefs in school. He was very respected in the culinary world, and he was very easy on the eyes with his slicked back dark hair and warm brown eyes.