Slowly closing the door behind me so only a sliver of light illuminates the hallway, I make my way toward the stairs. As I walk past the room Jersey’s using, my eyes linger on the closed door, wondering if she’s sleeping peacefully or if she’s tossing and turning like I’ve been doing for the past couple of hours. My thoughts won’t let me sleep. Not only because of what Jersey revealed tonight, but also because the only woman who’s ever tempted me to forget all my vows was just down the hall. Memories of the confessional booth kept flashing behind my closed eyelids.
The stairs are quiet as I descend them, and I’m grateful there are no squeaky boards. The living room is dark as I walk through it; the only light is a small nightlight I have plugged into a socket by the front door.
I push open the kitchen door, then come to a stop. The light from the opened fridge door illuminates Jersey standing there with a carton of juice clutched in her hand. Her hair is still in a braid, but several strands have come loose to frame her face.
I must have startled her when I came in because her eyes are wide in fright, until she sees who it is.
“Sorry,” I say quietly, letting the door swing closed behind me. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I guess you can’t sleep either?”
She takes the top off the carton and pours some in a clear glass. “Unfortunately, no.” She holds the carton up. “Would you like some?”
“Sure.”
I walk to the bar and take a seat on a stool as she grabs another glass from the cabinet. After she pours some juice in it, she slides it across the surface to me then puts the juice back in the fridge. The room goes dark again when she closes the door, but a moment later, the light above the stove comes on. Jersey, with her glass in hand, walks around the bar.
My throat goes dry and blood rushes south when I get a glimpse of her naked legs. She’s still wearing my shirt, but she must have taken off the sweats when she went to bed. The shirt comes halfway down her thighs, so it doesn’t really show anything, but it’s apparent from the growing erection in my sleep pants that seeing any skin of Jersey’s is enough to wake up my dick.
Either Jersey doesn’t notice where my thoughts have gone or she’s ignoring it. She takes the seat beside me and brings the glass to her lips. My eyes pinpoint on her throat, the slow motion of her swallows doing nothing to help the situation below my waist.
Even before I took my vows of celibacy, no woman had ever affected me as much as Jersey has the last few days.
“So, what’s keeping you awake?” she asks as she turns on her stool to face me.
Her eyes drop to my chest. Thinking I would be alone, I didn’t put on a shirt before I came downstairs. It’s ironic. She’s sitting there with no pants on, and I’m here with no shirt. And it seems I’m not the only one having trouble keeping their thoughts innocent. Even in the little bit of light from the stove, I can’t miss the desire that flashes on her face as her eyes trace over the tattooed-covered cords and muscles of my chest.
Her tongue slides out and runs across her bottom lip, and I have to force back a moan.
“I thought priests couldn’t get tattoos?” Her voice comes out deeper than normal.
I pick up my glass and try to wash away the dryness in my throat. I set it back down on the counter.
“I got these before I became a priest.”
“All of them?”
I incline my head. “Yes. Once you commit to the church, it’s considered desecration if you mark your body in any way. It’s obviously not allowed. But if a man is already tattooed, he can still become a priest.”
“Oh.” Her eyes fall back to my chest, and I feel the heat of her gaze like a warm caress. It’s not an unpleasant feeling. “Why did you get so many?”
“Because my father hated it, and back then I did anything to displease my father.”
“I take it from what you said earlier, and the bitterness on your face now, he wouldn’t have won any father-of-the-year awards?”
I grunt as I pick up my glass. Before I take a swallow, I say, “He would have more than likely won the worst-father-of-the-year award.”
“I’m sorry.” The muscles in my upper body tense when Jersey lays her hand on top of mine sitting on the bar. “I can’t imagine how hard it was growing up with a father like that. I was lucky. Both of my parents were amazing to me and Sam.”
I barely hear her speak because all of my brain cells have moved south. All I can think about is her hand being on mine. It’s an innocent gesture meant for comfort, but it feels anything but innocent. Her hand is soft and so small compared to mine. My thoughts move to what it would feel like on other parts of my body.
It seems like I’ve been celibate for so long all I can think about is sex now. At least when I’m near this woman.
“Wesley?”
Jersey saying my name jerks me out of my thoughts. I clear my dry throat and try to remember what she said.
“My mother was great. Or at least she tried to be. She got sick when I was six and the girls were four. She never fully recovered from her illness, so it was hard to take care of us. I learned to grow up fast because the more I helped her with the girls, the less we saw our father, and that’s what we all wanted.”
Her hand is gone from mine, so I pick up my glass and drain the rest of the juice, trying to keep my eyes above her waist line, which isn’t much better because she’s not wearing a bra and her breasts jiggle underneath the material every time she moves.
“You said your parents were amazing. Did you have any other siblings beside Sam?”
“No.” She runs her finger over the rim of her glass. “Mom got pregnant when I was four, but she miscarried. Sam was a surprise baby. They were so happy when he came along. I think during most of the pregnancy they were worried she’d miscarry again.” She lets out a small laugh. “He was my little baby doll. Mom would let me dress him up and push him around in his stroller all over the house.”
I chuckle. “So you were one of those big sisters. I’m glad I came before my sisters did. I shudder when I think about them fighting over which outfit to put me in.”
Her grin lights her face. “Instead, you were the one taking care of them. Your life could have ended up so different.” She finishes with a giggle.
She takes a sip of her drink, and my eyes zero in on her lips when she puts the glass back down. A drop of liquid clings to her bottom lip, tempting me to lean over and lick it away. When her tongue darts out and does what I desperately want to do, I pull my eyes back up to hers. Her golden-brown gaze is locked on mine, and what I see past the gorgeous color has my thoughts going straight back to places it shouldn’t. Places that are dangerous.
“Wesley?”
“Hmm?” I hum, my mind delirious.
“I want to say I’m sorry about what happened earlier in the church,” she begins, her voice quiet. “But I can’t. I enjoyed it too much.”
“Jersey,” I croak her name. My battle to keep my dick from getting hard is a losing one.
“I know you’re a priest and it’s wrong of me to think this, let alone want it, but why does it feel so right to want to know what kissing you is like?”
And it’s those words that push me over the edge. One minute Jersey is on her own stool, and in the next, I have her on my lap with her legs straddling my thighs. I grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head down. Soft lips meet mine, already opening to meet the thrust of my tongue. Her taste is intoxicating, and I know from this moment on, I’ll never get enough.
Her breathy moans leave her mouth and whisper into mine. I match the sound with a deep groan of my own. Nails dig into my shoulders, and damn it all, I relish in the small bite of pain. My dick, which Jersey is currently grinding her pussy against, becomes excruciatingly hard.
Back before I made my vow of celibacy, I liked my sex on the rougher side. Apparently, that hasn’t changed. I want nothing more than to rip off her shirt and panties, bite down on her hard nipples at the same time as I ram my cock inside her so hard she’ll feel me for days between her legs.
Pulling my lips away, I move them to the side of her neck and trail kisses along the sweet-smelling skin. Her fingers tunnel in my hair and she tosses her head back, letting out little sounds that drive me wild.
“Wesley,” she moans. “Are you sure we should be doing this?”
I nibble on the side of her neck and answer in a husky voice. “There’s no damn way we’re stopping now.” I emphasize my words by wrapping my hands around her hips and pulling her forcefully against me.
“Oh, thank God.” She rotates her hips, sending delicious waves of pleasure through me. “I’m not sure I could stop either.”
I don’t tell her it’s not God she should be thanking. I’m pretty sure He wouldn’t approve of what we’re doing. But I’m past the point of reason.
I lift my head and stare into her dazed eyes. “We need to move this into the bedroom before Sam walks in.”
The wisps of hair that have fallen from her braid slide across her face when she shakes her head. “No. I want you to take me right here. Sam’s a heavy sleeper. He’ll be out for the entire night.”
My dick jerks, and I feel a pearl of pre-cum leak from the tip. Grabbing her waist, I lift her and set her ass on the counter in front of me. She sets her hands behind her and her legs immediately open. I drop my eyes to look at her treasure and my mouth waters when I see the wet spot.
“Lick me, Father Adair.”
I don’t think about why her addressing me as Father Adair has my dick turning to stone. I just drop my head and give us both what we want. Her exotic scent nearly has me losing it. Latching my teeth around her clit through the panties, I tug the sensitive nub. It earns me a delightful cry.
I slide her ass to the edge of the counter and hook my fingers under the seat of her panties, pulling it to the side. I dive forward, burying my face in her soaked pussy, using my tongue to fuck her. Her hips lift, but I hold them down with my hands, wanting her to stay exactly where she is.
I lick, suck, and bite down on her plump folds. I feel like a ravenous beast who hasn’t feasted in too long. Jersey is my reward for abstaining for years.
“Fuck,” I growl against her. “You taste divine.”
I press a finger against her opening, then lift my head to watch her face as I slide the digit inside as far as it’ll go. She’s tight, but she’s so wet it slides in with ease. Pulling it out slowly, I press forward again faster. Her tits jiggle under my shirt with her rapid breathing and her lips part, a look of intense satisfaction illuminating her face.
Pulling my finger out, I add a second one and dip my head to latch my lips around her clit. I suck hard as I fuck her with my fingers. She’s so wet her juices leak out on the counter beneath her ass.
Her legs tighten around my head, and I lift it to look at her. She’s gazing at me with so much heat I feel it scorching my cheeks.
“Fuck me, Wesley. Please,” she begs so prettily. “I need to feel all of you inside me.”
With a growl, I pull my fingers from her tightness and grip the side of her panties. They snap apart easily, and the ruined material falls to the floor. I get to my feet, the legs of the stool teetering when I push it back.
“Take off the shirt,” I order hoarsely as I push down my sleep pants just far enough to release my cock.
The counter is the perfect height for fucking. I step between her spread thighs and look down as I line up my cock with her glistening opening. The view is so fucking sexy. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my shaft, and I smear it over her clit.
Flexing my hips, I set the head at her opening again, then look up as I slide slowly inside. Hissing out a breath once I’m all the way in, I lock my hips in place, needing a moment so I don’t come prematurely. Jersey tries to move her hips, but I stay her by holding them still with my hands.
“Don’t move or this will be over before it starts,” I warn.
“Mmm… You feel so good,” Jersey pants, her eyes dropping to where we’re joined, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
After a few seconds, I rock my hips backward before slamming into her again. Dropping my head, I suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, nipping the bud with my teeth. Her head falls back, and she cries out in pleasure. I slide my cock out then thrust forward, my movements becoming frantic. Over and over, I pull out, only to fill her again.
Her walls clamp around my shaft and my balls get tight, the muscles in my back twitching. Grabbing her hips, I lift her from the counter and her arms go around my neck. I take two steps back until my legs hit the stool. With her still impaled on my cock, I sit.
“Ride me, Jersey,” I tell her. “Fuck me like I’m the last person you’ll ever fuck.”
I will be the last person she ever fucks, my mind whispers.
Planting her feet on the rungs of the stool, she lifts herself up until only half of my cock is inside her then she drops back down. She bounces up and down several times before she stops and grinds her clit against my pubic bone. Her tits smash against my chest. Using her hair, I force her head down to meet my lips.
Curling my fingers around her waist, I lift her and let her fall back down at the same time I thrust upward. The sound of slapping bodies, her moans and my grunts, fill the room in an erotic rhythm.
All too soon, the walls of her pussy clench around me, signaling her release, which causes my own. My neck muscles strain, and a deep groan forces its way past my lips as I fill her with my cum.
I sag in the chair and Jersey’s limp body goes boneless, her forehead dropping to my shoulder. I lazily run a hand up and down her naked back as we both try to catch our breath.
“I’m going to hell,” she mumbles against my neck a few minutes later.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Why?”
“Because I made you break your vows.”
I lift my shoulder to indicate I want her to lift her head. She does so, but she doesn’t meet my eyes. Using a finger, I lift her chin until she’s looking at me. Her remorseful expression tears at my heart.
“I broke my vows because I wanted you. You didn’t force me to do anything.”
“But I seduced you. If I hadn’t—”
I press a soft kiss against her lips to get her to stop talking.
“I think it was more like we seduced each other. You did nothing wrong, Jersey. We were both caught up in the moment, and quite honestly, there’s no part of me that regrets it. What we did felt too perfect. Like—”
“—it was meant to be,” she finishes my sentence in a murmur.
I tuck a few strands of sweaty hair behind her ear.
“Exactly.”
“What are you going to do?” she asks.
“Right now, I’m going to take you to the shower where I’m going to slowly explore every inch of your body. As for what I’m going to do about the church, I’ll deal with it later.”
A small smile creeps across her lips. “I like the sound of the first part.”
Nipping her bottom lip, I growl against them, “Hold on tight.”
With my hands on her ass cheeks, I get up from the stool.
Jersey buries her face in my neck as I walk us out of the kitchen.
“I’ll never let go.”
I smile at her softly spoken words, and plan to hold her to her promise.