Billionaire’s Sins by L. Steele

27

Edward

Suck me off?Did you just ask her to suck you off? And after you tore into her arse without prepping her properly? Without giving her enough warning? Why the hell did I come here in the first place? I should have left after making that call, and that had been my plan. I had gathered up the very basic essentials I’d need to survive and then I’d mounted my bike and left. I hadn’t looked back. Hadn’t mourned the remnants of what the last five years of my life had been reduced to. The rectory had been just a space in which my physical body had spent the nights. My time had been taken up by my connection to the Lord, one which I had severed.

And it had hurt. More than when I had left my life behind to join the Church. More than when I had been taken and abused. More than when I had gone on a drug-induced bender and almost died and been reluctantly brought back to the land of the living. Is this what people face when they lose a loved one? Or when they go through a divorce? A separation, a severing of a limb, a loss of something that had been tangible, but which had since—poof! —disappeared like it had never existed at all. Five years of a presence that had occupied my life, my mind, my soul. All of it, gone in an instant. Leaving behind the dregs of a man I don’t recognize anymore.

I had straddled my bike, hit the road, and almost not been surprised when I’d landed at her apartment. I’d known I was coming here, even before I’d left. The one place I had pretended didn’t exist. The one woman I’d tried so hard to ignore. The only person I could turn to, to fill the gnawing emptiness that permeates my soul.

How could I even try to go on, when the most important parts of me have been left behind? When the only thing that had anchored me has been cut loose, leaving me adrift?

Is that why I had come here…in a final attempt to try to salvage something for myself? Am I that selfish that I would fuck her, claim her, give her hope...when I have nothing to offer to myself anymore?

I should leave. I should spare her further pain. I should simply get out of here, out of her life, before I do something that will hurt her even more.

I gaze down into those emerald green eyes that stare up at me with defiance. With lust. With the kind of devotion that I had once reserved for my Lord, and I know then, it’s already too late. For her. For me. For what I am going to do. Which is going to haunt me for the rest of my days. Get the hell away from her, you bastard. Give her a chance to come out of this unscathed.

I squeeze my eyes shut and pray—pray—to whom? Not to Him. Not when I’ve lost my faith, when I’ve rejected Him. I’ve lost the very foundation upon which I have built my entire life. Fucking hell. How the hell am I going to walk away from her as well?

She cups my balls and squeezes, and I shudder. I open my eyes to find her rising to her knees. She bends her head, opens her mouth around my cock. I watch as my shaft disappears down her throat. The blood rushes to my groin and my dick thickens further, if that’s possible. She pulls out, then licks the crown of my shaft, before taking me in again. The heat, the swirling of her tongue up my length, the scrape of her teeth on the underside of my shaft... All of it converges, coalesces into a hard knot that intensifies, tightens, lodges at the base of my spine.

My thigh muscles tighten and my shoulders tense. I lower my hand, dig my fingers into her hair and tug. Her head falls back, saliva drools from the corners of her mouth and the last bit of sanity seems to leave me.

I tighten my grip on her strands, pull her back, so my dick slides out, until I’m poised at the edge of her lips.

Her gaze widens, her grasp on my balls intensifies, and I can’t stop the smirk that twists my lips.

"You want me to fuck you again, is that it? Is that why you stopped me from leaving?"

The green of her irises deepens and color smears her cheeks.

"Maybe you want to tell the world that the hot priest shagged you. Is that why you have my cock in your mouth?"

A low snarl bleeds from her lips. She tries to pull back, but I hold her in place.

"Oh, no, you don’t." I widen my smile. "You stopped me when I would have walked away. The least you can do is let me fuck your mouth," I pull her head forward and feed my dick to her, "first."

She chokes and more spit drools down her chin. She stares at me, her gaze hot and angry and filled with lust. Oh, yeah, this thing between us... It is carnal and base… And hell, if it isn’t the only thing keeping me tethered to this moment. The present. It’s all I have. It’s all I’ll allow myself to have. There can be no future for us. Not after what I have done. I am better off leaving her, giving her the chance at a normal life with someone else. Someone who isn’t me. Not me. F-u-c-k!

"Breathe through your nose, Eve." I growl, and she flares her nostrils. Then sucks in her cheeks and the suction, fuck me… The action sets a storm of lust raging through my guts.

I hold onto the wall for support, then begin to pull her head back and forth, back and forth. She releases her grip on my balls, digs her fingertips into my thigh with enough force to send pinpricks of pain racing up my spine. The coiled pressure in my groin grows and grows until it seems to consume all of me, yet I don’t stop. I continue to fuck her mouth, pull her forward and back, again and again. The moisture glistens on her cheeks and her breasts heave, the nipples pebbled and pink-tipped and gleaming in the light.

My mouth waters. I tear my gaze from her tits back to her mouth, up to her eyes, now glazed with desire and the need to come. But I am not going to let her. Not yet.

I tug on her hair and a low moan bleeds from her throat.

I increase the speed of my actions, pulling her forward and back, and her entire body jolts. Her breathing speeds up. She squeezes my thigh, widens her gaze, then scrapes her teeth on the underside of my shaft. And that’s when the knot of pressure at the base of my spine explodes.