This is happening.
I’m about to have sex with a priest…
Pressing his tip to my sensitive clit, he draws slow circles, causing his head to fall back. Bringing his chin to his chest, those heated eyes marvel at the sight of his cock touching me in this way. He drags the tip down until it meets my entrance, and my body stiffens.
He must notice the panic on my face because he says, “It’ll fit.”
He slowly pushes the tip in, and I bite my lip as I mentally prepare myself. How can he already feel so good when he isn’t all the way in yet? He goes to move his hips forward more, but pauses, and his eyes snap up to the door. I focus on what he is hearing, and when a male voice sounds in the distance, I freeze.
“Alex,” I say his name to gain his attention.
His eyes find my terrified ones, but he doesn’t pull out. The man above me smirks, which confuses me because Father Keaton is right down the hall, and we are in a very vulnerable position. Alex leans forward, a hand covering my mouth, and he shushes me.
“I’ll be quick,” he reassures me as his face hovers over mine. “I need to prepare you to take me fully.”
We hold each other’s gazes as we hear Father Keaton’s voice getting closer, but everything is muted when Alex snaps his hips forward. My eyes grow wide and begin to water as he stretches me like I’ve never been stretched before. A loud and muffled noise leaves my covered mouth.
“Shh.” He shushes me again, keeping himself still inside as he lets me adjust to his size. Alex grins and praises, “You’re going to take me so well.”
Before he pulls out, he plants a quick kiss on my forehead. When he steps away from me, I feel utterly empty, and I hate it. He stands up, pulling his pants up and tucking his dick away before helping me off the desk and straightening out my dress while I attempt to fix my hair.
There is a satisfied smile on his face when he gestures towards the door. I walk to it, and he opens it for me. When I step into the hall, I see Father Keaton opening his door.
“Hello, Celine,” he greets me with a warm smile.
I fold my arms over my chest. “Hi, Father Keaton.”
Alex steps out behind me and says hello.
“Are you okay, Celine? You look upset?” Father Keaton asks as he swings his office door open.
“Not a good visit with my parents,” I lie.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he offers a sad smile, pretending to care. “Maybe next week will be a better one.”
“I hope so.” I shift uncomfortably on my feet and clear my throat. “I’m going to head to my lesson.”
With a goodbye, I make my way down the hall and smile to myself. Now I have something new to daydream about during my lessons.
Chapter 24
Father Alexander
After Celine left Father Keaton and me alone, he asked me to step into his office. Which is where I am now, panicking that he heard us and that he is going to scold me. But then again, he is fucking Joanna, so how mad can he really be?
I take a seat in the chair opposite him, as he sits down and opens his laptop.
“I brought you in here because I wanted to discuss something with you.”
Here we go. “Okay.”
“Remember in the dining hall last week when I said I wanted to talk to you about this event?”
“Yes.” I do remember him saying something, but I was only half listening because I was focused on Celine.
My heart slows it’s panic because now I know he didn’t bring me in here to yell at me about Celine. He doesn’t know what is going on between us. I’m just being paranoid.
“I’ve been talking and planning this with Sister Alice, and we have decided to do things a bit differently with this group of women. To test out the waters.”