FATHER: Men of the Cloth - Tristan (Forbidden Priest Romance 1)

by Lark McCaffrey

  Tristan grasped her hips and eased her up slightly. “Better?”

  “I keep forgetting how

  wanted to hurt her. He didn’t give a damn that his fingers were digging into her tender young flesh or that she was small while he was…not small. Fuck, the girl was tight as a tick. She was also sopping wet and he didn’t doubt for a second she’d be able to handle him. All of him. Every inch he had to give, she would take. One way or another.

  “Put me out of my misery,” he grunted. “Go on. Do it.”

  “Fuck me,” he commanded.

  Readying herself for the ride, she braced her hands on his chest and arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward. With eyes closed, she started swaying her body. Slowly…to and fro…back and forth…like a child on a rocking horse.

  The father’s brows clashed in disapproval. “No,” he barked, putting an end to the tame, languid motion. “Not like that. Fuck me the way a whore would fuck.” With a low mocking tone he asked, “You do know how to do that, don’t you?”

  Ignoring the rhetorical insult, she switched gears as smoothly as Mario Andretti, and this time when she rode him it was with all the skill and experience of a seasoned jockey.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he grunted. “Just like that.”

  The girl executed moves that would drive any man wild let alone one who hadn’t had sex in five years. She was humping him, bouncing on his cock, riding him relentlessly until they were both dripping with sweat and panting like animals. Every few minutes, to give them a chance to catch their breath, she’d take it down a notch and start undulating and gyrating her hips like a belly dancer in slow-mo. Then she’d resume fucking him fast and furious. Filthy, the way the holy father liked it. The way he liked to fuck and get fucked.

  “Yes,” he cried. “Ride it! Ride my fucking cock. That’s right… That’s it… Fuck me! Fuck me the way you did him. God, yes, just like that.”

  Neck veins popping, back teeth grinding, the priest’s head was arched backward into his pillow. It was all he could not to flip the woman heels-over-head and pile drive her into next Tuesday. Not wanting it to end but knowing he couldn’t take much more of her expert bumping and grinding, he felt his climax on the brink of exploding and lunged his hips upward, thrusting his dick deep.

  “God, fuck!”

  His cry of anguish filled the room as his cock jerked spasmodically, emptying his balls and christening his belly with the seed of his disgrace. At the same time he came… Father Cleary came awake.

  She lay on the bed beside him, half-asleep, her skin still flushed and shiny with perspiration from their recent bout of fuck—lovemaking. Tristan watched her in wonder, allowing his tender feelings for once to unfurl instead of choking them as was typical. Curled up, she looked small and vulnerable and the desire to protect felt scary strong.

  Sweeping her hair away from her face, he smoothed the locks behind her ear and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “ ‘Bone of my bones… flesh of my flesh.’ ”

  Against the sudden swell of emotion, he swallowed the lump in his throat. For the past few weeks he’d felt conflicted about what he’d been doing but not as guilt-ridden as he should have.

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  “Get back in bed.”

  Towel wrapped around her, Kady was coming out of Tristan’s bathroom through a wall of steam when his terse order gave her a start.

  She hadn’t expected to find him standing at the end of the bed, let alone in just his boxer-briefs. The sight of his brawny chest rippling with tats never failed to fill her with awe but it was the gleam of undisguised lust she saw in his eyes that stilled her breath.

  “I just showered,” she said lamely.

  “Good.” The single word was loaded with innuendo.

  Tugging the towel higher up on her chest, Kadence didn’t know why she was feeling so self-conscious all of sudden. Only an hour ago she was mewling and writhing naked beneath him. “Um, thought you were cooking dinner.”

  “Already in the oven. Stouffer’s lasagna. We’ve got forty-five minutes. C’mere.” This last came out a silky command. At her reticence, a side of his mouth tilted up, bringing out his dimple. “You know how I feel about repeating myself,” he reminded her softly.

  With a shy smile she shuffled toward him, bare feet dragging the carpet like a reluctant child. A swipe of baby oil had given Kady’s skin a sensual sheen, and with her long wet hair clinging to her shoulders like skeins of liquid pewter she looked like a goddess just emerged from the sea. Impatient for her to get to him, Tristan reached out and pulled her into his embrace. God, would he never get his fill of this woman?

  As she stood gazing up at him through a thicket of spiky wet lashes, he gritted his teeth against the whirlpool of desire sucking him under again. Keeping his head above water was a constant struggle and he could attest that drowning was so much easier.

  The thought shamed him. Shame. A commodity bargained for and traded with God like pork bellies on the Stock Market.

  More roughly than intended he drew Kady up on her tiptoes, bringing her face within inches of his. Sounding almost accusatory he muttered, “You have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?” He seemed angry about it. Angry with her.

  Do not lust in your heart after her beauty or let her captivate you with her eyes.

  As his eyes clenched shut, his grip on her arms tightened. From his anguished expression there appeared to be a battle being waged inside him. A very short one.

  “Get on the bed,” he panted against her lips. “Now.”

  As Tristan snatched the towel from Kady’s death grip she let out a shriek of protest. Nevermind that he’d already seen and been intimate with every square inch of her already.

  “Bed, Kady.” His tone brooked no argument.

  Scrambling onto the mattress she grabbed the comforter and bunched it to her chest. “Aye-aye, sir, Mr. Bossypants, sir,” she grumbled, giving him a mock salute.

  “Comforter. Drop it.”

  Her arms crossed in a show of rebellion. “So I’m expected to just follow orders now?”

  “ ‘A woman should learn in quietness and full submission.’ ”

  Kadence cocked her head at him. Seriously?

  “It’s in the Bible.”

  “So is ‘slaves submit yourselves to your masters.’ ”

  His lips coiled into a devilish grin. “That’s for next time.”

  “Har har.”

  “Come on, you’ve loved everything we’ve done so far, right.” It wasn’t a question. “This may be new to you but I promise you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.”

  As much as I do.

  Jealousy pricked at Kady’s heart. Despite his past being behind him, she hated that Tristan had already done with countless other women what he was now doing with her. She couldn’t help worrying about measuring up. He might be obsessed with her boobs but did he find her sexy overall? Did he think she was good in bed?

  New to you…

  Or was her inexperience a turn-off.

  “We’re eating minutes here, Kady. Dinner’s now down to thirty-five.”

  Despite arching a defiant brow at him Kady did as he asked. No sooner than she threw aside her cover, Tristan’s eyes honed in on her bare breasts. His expression went completely blank, the way it always did when he saw them. Always. As in… Every. Single. Time. Had the man’s mouth been open his tongue would’ve hit the floor.

  “Tristan?”

  He finally blinked. “All fours,” he said hoarsely.

  Embarrassment momentarily forgotten, Kady got onto her hands and knees, a position, she only just now realized she’d been assuming a lot lately. Like, a lot lot. “Thought you said we were trying something new.”

  Tristan’s palm came down on her butt cheek with a resounding whack, startling a squeak out of her. Before Kady could voice a verbal objection he slapped it again. She swung her head around, shooting him an incendiary look over her shoulder.

  “Testing the w
aters,” he said in way of explanation.

  “You’re going to spank me?”

  “Who said anything about spanking.” He grabbed a pillow and tucked it under Kady’s stomach, raising her hips. “Elbows down,” he instructed. “Butt up. High, the way I like it.” He gave her another playful smack.

  “Hey!” This time the squeal she let out was of laughter.

  “Now open your thighs.” Tristan’s alpha attitude would be infuriating if it weren’t such a turn-on. “Wider… that’s it… that’s it, baby…” Kady complied with an eyeroll but her flushed skin and harsh breathing betrayed her excitement.

  When he positioned himself behind her she jerked her chin at the nightstand. “Um, aren’t you forgetting something?”

  “Don’t think so.”

  “Condom?”

  Tristan’s face scrunched in confusion. Condom? Then it hit him. Of course. What else would she presume? “We’re not doing doggie,” he informed her.

  At his blunt words Kady’s cheeks turned red as tomatoes. “Then…why am I in this position?”

  “New, remember?”

  “But I thought the spank—”

  “I have other plans for your ass tonight, sweet girl.”

  Kady’s heart thudded to a halt.

  Did he mean…? So that’s the reason she was laying here with her face in the mattress, rump to the ceiling? But they’d never discussed this. “T-Tristan?” She turned a wary glance to him.

  It was apparent from her stammer and tiny voice that Kady was apprehensive, maybe even a little fearful of what he had in store for her. But Tristan had discovered these past several days that despite Kady’s innocence, she was an apt and enthusiastic student who took to carnal pleasures like a duck to water. This, too, she shall embrace.

  He sat down on the bed beside her and cupped her chin. Connecting eyes he said softly, “You trust me?”

  Without hesitation she whispered, “I trust you with my life.” It was her heart Kady wasn’t so sure about. “But this… I—I don’t know if…”

  “You know I’d never hurt you, right?” Immediately realizing how the question could be misconstured, Tristan’s hand fell away as he cleared his throat. “I meant…”

  “I know what you meant,” she said quietly. He would never hurt her physically.

  “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you aren’t ready for. Kadence? You listening?”

  She gave a shallow nod.

  “Does that mean you understand or that you…?”

  “Maybe if you go slow.” Dear God, was she seriously considering it?

  “So you’re saying you’re willing to give it a try?”

  “Maybe. I—I’m not sure. I wasn’t expecting… I don’t feel prepared.” How does one prepare for something like this, anyway?

  “Kady, no pressure. I just thought you might enjoy it, that’s all.”

  Enjoy having her rosy pucker invaded by an object as thick as her wrist? “I, um…”

  Tristan swept back the strand of hair hanging in her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Don’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with just to please me, all right?”

  Ah, but wasn’t that her dilemma? She did want to please him. Wanted to very, very much. Kady exhaled and said with a confidence she wasn’t feeling, “All right…”

  “All right…?”

  “Only if you promise to… That you’ll stop if…”

  “Oh God, baby, yes, of course. You’re the one calling the shots here.” Trying to temper his excitement, Tristan planted a reassuring kiss on Kady’s forehead before climbing onto the mattress behind her. “You won’t regret this, I promise.”

  Kady couldn’t help her body tensing and inside felt as jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof. When Tristan’s large hands palmed her buttocks she almost sprang straight up to the ceiling.

  “Baby, relax. You’ll enjoy it more.”

  Relax? Enjoy? Was he kidding? She was going to be split asunder. “I’m trying,” she muttered, anxiety putting her on the defensive.

  “It’ll feel strange at first until you get used to it.” Tristan’s voice could barely be heard above the pounding of Kady’s own heart in her ears. “But don’t worry. We’ll take it nice and easy. Just remember to breath, okay? And try not to tense up.”

  “You sound like an expert at this.”

  If Tristan caught the sarcastic resentment in her tone he ignored it. “Let’s just say you’re in good hands.”

  As his fingers eased her ass cheeks apart—oh dear God, was this really happening?—Kadence felt a rush of cool air where she never had before. The sensation was unnerving yet unexpectedly thrilling. But when her sphincter involuntarily contracted she wanted to die from embarrassment. Oh dear God, this was really happening.

  As if beset by rigor mortis, her entire body stiffened. Why was she doing this? Did she really believe that letting Tristan shove his dick up her bunghole was going to make him… what, love her? Was she so desperate she was willing to do anything for him? Even lick his boots if he asked?

  No, damnit, she couldn’t, wouldn’t do this. Not for that reason. Just as she was about to bail, Kady felt something probe her backside. Something warm… something wet… something that suffused her entire body with four hundred volts of electricity.

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  Before she had time to absorb what was happening, Tristan’s fingers pried Kady’s ass crack wider, giving his muscular organ unrestricted access to that-which-shall-not-be-named. When he began teasing the tip along the seam, she let out a low groan, her face contorting as if in agony. Yet it wasn’t pain making her grimace but a physical sensation that could only be described as blissful torture. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. It was pleasure in its purest, rawest, most powerful elemental form.

  Being invaded in so intimate an area, in her body’s most private of places and in such a wicked way was not a sexual scenario Kadence had ever fantasized about. Being bound to a bed with furry handcuffs, oh sure. But this? No, not even in her wildest dreams did she imagine getting her asshole licked by a priest.

  Any other thought Kady may have had on the matter vaporized the instant she felt Tristan’s tongue start tracing the outer rim of her… Hole? Pucker. Rosy pucker? Anal orifice. Rosebud. Crinkled star. Seriously? Oh to heck with it… Anus.

  He was circling her anus so rich with sensory nerve endings that every hair on her body stood on end, every surface of skin turning to pimpled gooseflesh as he licked it like a lollipop.

  She moaned.

  Instinctively her thighs tried to close against the onslaught of disturbing sensations but he dropped his shoulders like a linebacker to block them. “Nuh-uh,” he scolded sharply. The his tongue continued it relentless swirling. Slowly… around and around…

  She groaned.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he mouthed against her. “I got you.” The scalding heat of his breath made her shiver.

  Then his tongue started this flicking thing. Flick-flick-flick… Moth’s wings flapping against the sensitive rectal skin. It felt light and fluttery and incredibly arousing. Kady’s sex was wet and swelling with need. Once getting over the initial shock and taboo factor and telling herself it was just another erogenous zone, she was able to appreciate how good it felt. And dear God did it feel good.

  Tristan followed with several long, slow drags of his long, dexterous tongue, laving up and down the full length of her crack. He opened her wider and she felt her skin being stretched to the limit. His tongued lapping her asshole like a dog drinking water cooled the mild stinging, and just when Kady thought she couldn’t take any more, the tip of his tongue began wiggling its way into her anus.

  “Tristan,” she gasped and tried to reach back to stop him.

  His grip on her buttocks was too strong, his intent to drive her wild too determined. Giving no quarter, no mercy he drove his tongue in and out of her rectum and Kady had a comical realizstion that she was getting fucked in the ass, after all.


  But there was nothing funny about how crazy turned-on she was. Quivering and moaning and carrying on

  ed the tip then he shiffted down, down to her pussy and pluged his tongue inot her slit. he wiggled it around, making cirlces and figure eights.

  buriend his face between her lusicous cheeks, his tongue burrowed in her cutn and he tongue fucked her. she was wet with his saliva and her own pussy juice

  he moved his hand underneath in order to rub her clit before pushing my tongue into her rosebud and

  With one hand on her clit and the other spreading her cheeks to facilitate access, I thrust my tongue deeper into her hole. Holly moaned with pleasure and pushed back allowing me maximum access to her arsehole.

  That Tristan was responsible filled him with satis— To hell with it. The sin of hubris was the least of his offenses. Being able to make Kady’s body come alive sexually gave him pride with a capital P.

  He crawled on top of her, putting his face behind her ear. “You’re going to come for me now, sweet girl,” he rasped. “And you’re going to come hard. The way I like it.” The rough promise made Kady’s clit swell. “Time to finish you off.”

  He reached beneath her and extracted the pillow

  Kady wasn’t even aware that a breath was imprisoned in her chest until it left her with a violent whoosh.

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  “Damnit, Kady, open up!”

  Tristan was pounding relentlessly on her apartment door. He’d taken a red-eye from Indianapolis and the fatigue and desperation were fueling his reckless behavior. He didn’t give a damn that it was four in the morning, he needed to see her.

  Now.

  “Stop it,” she hissed through the crack. “You’re going to get me evicted!”

  “I don’t care! Let me in or I’ll start banging on all your neighbors’ doors.

  “You wouldn’t!”