Read Priest (A Standalone Bad Boy Romance Love Story) Online
Authors: Claire Adams,Alycia Taylor
“Good. I hope you never have to see the
fucker again. What do you want to do tonight?”
“It’s your night. You pick.” He kissed me
again and said, “I want to spend it with you.”
“My mother is at my apartment…”
“That’s okay,” he said, starting the
pick-up. “I have a better idea.” He drove us downtown to an area where there
were some really nice hotels. I was a little disappointed, I thought he was
taking me to some crowded bar or club. Instead, we drove up in front of one of
the nicer ones…a five star if I’m not mistaken. He grinned at me and jumped
out, handing the keys to the valet. The other valet opened my door and Paul was
there to help me out. He handed the valet a twenty and said, “We’ll be staying
for the night.”
I stood silently, a little shocked as he
got us a room and asked them to have a bottle of champagne brought up. He took
my hand and led me to the elevator and once the door slid shut he pulled me in
for a sweet, soft kiss. It was all lips and he was looking into my eyes the
whole time. I was suddenly burning up.
We got off the elevator onto the fifth
floor. The carpeting was so thick and soft that I was actually sinking down to
it as he led me to our room. I looked around as he slid the key card in the
door. There were Louis IV chairs and Persian rugs in the little sitting area and
really nice, expensive looking vases sitting on the glass tables. I followed
him into the room and when the door shut behind us he used his body to gently
nudge my back up against the door. This time, he really kissed me. I parted my
lips and he licked my top one before sliding his tongue in to meet mine. We
languidly tasted each other as he ran his hand through my hair. I felt his
fingers kneading my scalp gently and then sliding down to my neck. His other
hand found mine and he held onto it as we kissed. I felt like I couldn’t
breathe and I didn’t care if I died of asphyxiation right then and there.
He slid his hand from the back of my neck
across my shoulders. I felt him massage them gently and then move it down along
my back. His touch with me was such a sharp contrast to that guy I had just
watched fighting in the octagon a little while ago. My head felt like it was
going to explode as he kissed me passionately while caressing and kneading my
back through my shirt. He found the bottom of it and ran his hand up underneath
it. The skin to skin contact made me shudder. His hand found its way back up to
my neck and I moaned against his mouth as he caressed me there. His other hand
was on the move now, sliding slowly from my hand, up my arm and finally touching
the side of my face softly before traveling back down. I reached up and took
his face in my hands as we kissed, moving my arms further out of the way so he
could have free reign to touch my body.
He let the hand on my back slide down
until he found the top of my jeans. I felt his fingers slip just under the
waistband and float across my ass. I arched into him because it felt so good.
He used that motion to reach down inside the back of them with both of his
hands and with a cheek firmly grasped in each one, he squeezed. I squealed just
as there was a knock on the door that nearly startled me out of them.
Paul grinned at me and whispered, “It’s
the champagne.” I moved away from the door still panting and gasping for air.
Paul took a bill out of his pocket, opened the door and exchanged the tip for
the champagne. He closed it and turned around holding a brass bucket filled
with ice and a bottle of champagne in one hand and two crystal flutes in the
other.
“Champagne?” he said. I nodded. I still
could hardly breathe and my body was so hot all over I felt like I was about to
burst into flames. He took the champagne over to a little table and popped the
cork. It hit the ceiling and came back down, striking the top of the table as
champagne bubbled out of the top of the gold bottle. He poured two flutes and
then sat down in one of the big chairs next to the little table. He reached out
and grabbed my hand, pulling me down into his lap. He handed me a glass and he
picked one up. Holding his up, he said, “To us.”
I smiled and toasted with him. The
champagne was sweet and smooth and it felt good sliding down my hot throat.
After I swallowed it I said, “Is there an us, Paul?”
He looked at me seriously and said, “I’d
like for there to be.”
“Will you be able to spend some real time
with me now that your sister and Victor are safe?”
“Yes, definitely. I mean we’ll still have
to watch out for Mitch. I don’t think the asshole is going away any time
soon…but if you’re up for that?”
“I’m up for it,” I told him, honestly. He
drained his glass, sat it down and then scooped my butt up in both hands and
pulled me in tighter. I dropped my legs on either side so I was straddling him,
drained my own glass and leaned in for another kiss. I sat my glass down on the
table over his shoulder as my tongue tasted the champagne on his and reveled in
the way his hands were caressing my ass. After a few minutes of that I felt the
muscles in his thighs flex as he held onto mine and stood up. He pressed his
face into my neck underneath my hair and gave me goose bumps as he kissed and
nibbled there while he carried me over to the bed. He laid me down and I swear
I sunk into it. It was the softest bed I’d ever lain on. I reached up and
pulled at his shirt. Taking the hint, he pulled it off. I ran my fingers over
the hard defined muscles of his stomach and chest as he leaned over me. My
panties were already wet, now they were drenched. I sat up a little and he
helped me off with mine. He just stood there for a second looking down at me
with hungry eyes before he reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.
Then taking them from the bottom of each leg as I lifted my butt up off the
bed, he pulled them off and tossed them onto the pile in the floor next to him.
I reached back and unhooked my bra while he slipped out of his own jeans. He
had a monster bulge in his shorts that looked like it was aching to be set
free. I sat up to help and as I pushed them down he reached down and found my
nipples with his fingers. I groaned out loud as he began to twist and pull on
them. Once his shorts were out of the way, I grabbed a handful of his erection.
I began to stroke his beautiful, perfect, hard cock and playfully explore the
space between his legs with my other hand. The whole time I watched his face.
He had his eyes closed and the look on his face was pure ecstasy. I slid my
hand gently across his full balls and waited for him to open his eyes back up.
As soon as he did, I looked into them with mine and guided his cock into my
mouth.
“Fuuuck!” he moaned.
My lips slid down his shaft and I’m not
sure if they were on fire or if it was his cock, but something was definitely
hot. I worked the underside of it with my tongue as I sucked it into and out of
my mouth. Paul had his hands wrapped up in my hair and he was moving his hips
as I worked my mouth back and forth and continued caressing his balls and the
inner parts of his thighs.
He closed his eyes again and groaned my
name out in a husky voice. I tipped my head back and took it in until it landed
in the back of my throat and then I held it there for a few seconds, letting my
throat muscles work across it until he cried out, “Oh fuck, Jessie! Oh God,
baby! Please stop…Oh shit!”
I stopped and slowly let him out of my
mouth, taking him back in my hand as I smiled up at him. He shook his head like
he was trying to believe something and then he reached down and ran his hand
through my hair and dragged his fingers softly and so fucking erotically across
my lips.
“So sexy,” he whispered, sending a chill
down my spine.
He pushed me back then, not quite as
gently as he’d been touching me so far. This touch was more hurried…urgent. He
lifted me then and laid me down in the center of the bed. Lying down next to me
he found my breasts and began to caress them. He kneaded the warm flesh;
avoiding the nipples and making me squirm. He leaned in and covered my mouth
with his again, kissing me hungrily, sucking my lips in between his teeth until
I was aching so badly for him I could hardly stand it. He kissed down the side
of my neck, running his tongue up and down the supple flesh there occasionally
nibbling across it and down to my shoulder. I had my hands on his back, lightly
scratching his flesh with the tips of my fingernails. Every so often I would
reach down and find the hard cock that was pressed into my hip and give it a
stroke. I loved feeling him shudder against me as I did.
I felt his hands running down further
across my body. He slid them across my stomach and down to my mound. I lifted
my hips up and when my breasts were suspended in the air, he finally took one
of them his mouth. I cried out as I felt his hand begin rubbing my mound while
he simultaneously sucked on my nipples. He moved across to the other one and
began to flick it with his tongue. I was moving against his hand, urging him to
go further. I needed to feel him touch my clit. If he didn’t do it soon, I
might scream. He brought his other hand up and pinched and pulled on one nipple
as he sucked on the other.
“Oh God, Paul!” I breathed out as he
continued his expert assault of my body. He began licking me, stopping to leave
a kiss every inch or so, licking the underside of my breasts and causing my
whole body to convulse. His hot tongue licked down to my belly button and after
torturing me there for a few seconds, he continued on down to the top of my
mound. As he moved his sexy face down between my legs I reached behind me and
found the pillows. I propped my head up so that I could watch him. I didn’t
want to miss a thing, he was so fucking sexy.
I watched as he slid his hands underneath
my ass and pulled my panties off. Then sliding one hand under me again, he
lifted me up to meet his lips. He used his tongue to trace my folds gently at
first and then he actually sucked one of my outer lips into his mouth. I had to
turn my face and bite down on the pillow then to keep from screaming. When he
released that one and did the same to the other a cry did escape my lips. I was
moving my hips, wanting more but he continued to sweetly lick me around my upper
thighs and the outside of my pussy until I finally took the back of his head in
my hands and pushed him into me. He finally took my clit in between my lips and
began to lick it. I was squirming and moaning until he bit down on it. It
wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was crazy erotic enough to almost send me
hurtling through the roof. I cried out again, hoping that the walls were thick
enough that the neighbors weren’t getting an earful.
He delved into my pussy with his tongue
then, running it all over and giving my clit a lick each time he moved up or
down or across. I was bucking my hips when suddenly I felt his tongue against
my clit again and a finger at my entrance. I pushed down with my hips so he
would enter me and when he did I experienced a full-body shudder that almost
felt like a seizure. I was moaning and mewling as he slipped in another finger
and began to work them in and out while never taking the pressure off of my
clit with his tongue. I swear to God, I thought I was going to die. I had never
experienced anything that felt that good before and unless it was this man,
doing this very thing, I doubted that I would again. I was on the verge…I felt
like I was dangling over the edge of the cliff and the tsunami of an orgasm was
just about to knock me over when he stopped. I moaned, loudly. He looked up at
me with a grin and then with one long, slow, final lick he moved his head up
again and began to crawl up my body. He paused just long enough to slide on the
condom that I hadn’t even noticed him taking out of the wrapper and then he
kissed me hard on the lips. I licked my own juices off of him, loving the way
they tasted on him. While I was doing that, he was lining his body up so that
the head of his cock was pressing against my entrance. I clenched my teeth and
drew in a sharp breath as he pushed into me gently. I lay still, as much as I
wanted to bear down and force him to move the rest of himself inside of me. He
teased me, pushing halfway in and then pulling back out, sliding the head in and
taking it out. I took it as long as I could before finally grabbing his ass in
both of my hands and driving him into me. He moaned that time and I felt his
hard erection slide across my swollen clit as he moved it in and out of me. He
started out slow, increasing his pace as he went along with me prodding him
slowly from behind. I was ready to come again. I started thrusting my hips up
faster, taking him in deeper. I felt the muscles in my pussy clench tight…just
as he pulled out of me again. I growled that time. “You’re killing me!”
I felt him smile against my skin. He was
already headed back down between my legs and I felt like I was going to
cry…right up until I felt him cover my clit with his mouth. He began licking it
again, hard and fast. I was making noises that even I didn’t recognize and I
swear it would have felt so fucking good to just scream at the top of my lungs.
“Oh God Paul, stop baby! Fuck me, please!
I need you back inside of me.” I was surprised I had the air to get all that
out. He didn’t make me ask again thank God. He moved back up and buried his
cock deep inside of me. This time he fucked me hard. Our bodies slapped against
each other with each one of his thrusts. I was groping his ass again and
moaning and mewling against the side of his face when suddenly I couldn’t take
it one more second. Even if he pulled out this time, I was going to cum.