Page 8 of The Priest

His hand starts to move again, this time pulling in and out in long, slow motions. The fiery pit in my belly turns to an intense pressure, gripping at my core and yearning to be released. Each thrust of Reed’s hand brings me closer to the edge.

“Are you close?” Reed asks.

“Uh-huh.” It’s all I can manage to get out between my short breaths.

“Then cum for me. Cum on my face.” Intensity drips off his words.

And that’s all it takes for the pressure to release. Pleasure bursts from my core and stretches through every fiber of my being. Everywhere the radiant warmth touches leaves goosebumps in its wake, and my body finally collapses underneath me from the overwhelming orgasm that ripped through me.

Reed catches me before I hit the floor, muttering that he isn’t finished yet. Before he releases me in full, he uses the pad of his tongue to lap up whatever juices managed to escape.

“I said I want every last drop, and I’m going to have it,” he snarls. It should sound silly, but hearing him say those words is so fucking hot.

When he finishes, Reed lifts my panties, then my shorts, and does the button for me. He uses the back of his wrist to dry his face before standing upright again.

I turn to face him, only to find he hasn’t moved and I’m staring into his chest. I look up at him through a hooded gaze, and a satisfied smile has taken over his face.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asks.

I open my mouth to speak, but he doesn’t allow me to. He wraps a hand behind my neck and pulls me into a kiss. Our first kiss. I can still taste myself on him, and if my legs were struggling to support me before, they’re even weaker now. He has to hold me up while our tongues dance their own passionate dance.

It might be wrong— even worse now, having tested Reed’s faith and broken it—but I know this is the right decision.

“Are you ready to go back to the football game?” he asks when he breaks our kiss. He takes a step back, distancing himself from me on the off-chance someone walks in.

No wonder he was so happy to take the drinks out. No one would need another while he was busy.

“Fuck the football game,” I blush at my own cursing. “I want to feel you inside me.”

Reed’s dashing smile is replaced by a wicked one. “Oh, you will. And you’ll never be the same again afterward.” He leans in close for the next part. “Because I’m going to destroy you, pretty little thing. And you’re going to love being broken.”

Without another word, Reed grabs the knife and starts dicing the cucumber into thick chunks.

And I’m left floating in wonderland, with more delighted thoughts of what’s to come.

5

REED

Three Days Later

My phone hasn’t stopped ringing since I woke up this morning. No matter how many times I kill the calls or how long I leave it lying somewhere where the constant buzzing won’t bother me, it goes off. There hasn’t been a minute of peace from it since I sat down in the coffee shop, and my guess is it won’t stop until I answer.

It would be easier to answer if the caller ID didn’t read Unknown Number. Hell, it would be easier to answer if this wasn’t a burner I picked up for emergencies. No good can come from answering this call, yet I can’t stop myself.

“Who is this?” I ask with the sort of confidence a man in my position shouldn’t have.

But maybe that’s what this is all about. I live for the thrill. Life and death is a meaningless endeavor, and it’s best to take one punch after the next. Eventually, they have to come to an end, won’t they?

“Reed?” The speaker’s voice is husky.

“I asked who you are. I know who I am.”

Through the sea of people making their way through the mall for their early evening shop, I see Valerie at her station. She’s a cashier inside a shoebox-sized clothing outlet that hasn’t seen all too much business in the three days I’ve been watching.

It’s official. I’m losing it. Another battle against myself for someone who can and will ruin the rest of my life. I’ve gone so far as to start following her around. Never letting her leave my sight for longer than I must while I tend to churchduties. I’ve watched her work. Seen her choose delightfully sexy outfits for our future meet-ups. And of course, peeked through her bedroom curtains while she believed herself alone.

She lights a fire deep in my soul, and I feel the inferno burn hotter every second.

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