Biker's Virgin

I wanted him like I’ve never wanted anything in my life and I didn't know how much longer I could go on pretending to just be his friend. No, that’s not true. I did know: I couldn't do it any longer. The whole time I was with him, all I could think about is how he feels and how he tastes and how badly I want to taste and feel him.

I can’t pretend any longer that I’m just his friend. I want so much more that that; I want it all.

I know that he’s a priest. But, he came on to me first. He looks at me like he wants so much more, and when he talks about the priesthood, there is no conviction behind it.

What if he does want me as badly as he does in my dreams? What if he’s holding back, afraid if he gives up his vocation that I won’t want him? Maybe I should tell him. Maybe if I just tell him how much I love him and want him…then maybe we can at least move forward, one way or the other.

I got out of bed and took my usual cold shower. Even if he says no like he did before, at least I’ll know and I can start trying to move on. I can’t do that with this pretend friendship we’ve got going on. It’s his way of being around me because he’s incredibly attracted to me, too.

I can see it on his face; I can feel it when we’re alone in a room. I can hear it in his voice when we talk. He can deny it if he wants to, but I know he wants me.

After I got dressed, I did the only thing I knew to do that would ensure us a quiet, private, calm conversation: I went to confession.

Yes, I knew how blasphemous it was. I was on my knees, pretending to pray, and waiting for everyone else to go first so I can have time with him…and I knew how bad this was. When it was finally my turn, I entered the confessional and out of habit I said, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.”

“Daphne?” he whispered.

“Yes, it’s me. I have to talk to you.”

“Daphne, this isn’t the place.”

“I know! Don’t you think I know that? I used to be so respectful of the church and all of the sacraments…but then I went and fell for a priest.”

“Daphne, please, what if someone hears you?”

“There’s no one left out there. I’m your last.”

“We can’t talk about this here.”

“We are talking about it, Jace. I have to get this out, now. I dream about you every single night. They’re not innocent dreams. They’re hot, sexy, passionate dreams. It’s driving me crazy. I wake up wet and covered in sweat and smelling like sex. I can’t get you out of my head.”

I stopped when I heard his side of the confessional open. He was just going to leave. I was such an idiot… Or maybe not.

I heard the click of my door and I looked up into his sexy eyes. They had the most intense look in them that I’d ever seen. I thought he was there to scold me, but when I stood up, he took me into his arms and kissed me. His full lips caressed mine and then he used his tongue to part my lips and he slipped it into my mouth.

He kissed me hungrily, and the idea that we were inside of a confessional, under the roof of the house of God, did not even entire my mind. His hands were all over me, touching me like a blind man who’d never seen a woman…like he was trying to memorize my every curve.

When he broke the kiss, I thought that was it and he would leave. I was so wrong. He reached back and locked the door to the confessional behind us and then he began to disrobe, literally.

When he had his cassock and collar off, I was surprised to see that all he had on underneath were boxers. I’d always wondered what they wore under those things. His uniform was suddenly the furthest thing from my mind as he ripped my dress up over her head, flipped me around, and unhooked my bra. Then he brought his hands around to cup my warm breasts.

I felt his hard body pressed into my back, and I could feel his breath on my neck as he brushed past it and leaned in to nibble on my ear. I shuddered and pushed back into him.

He growled low in his chest and flipped me around again to face him. He claimed my mouth hungrily, forcing his tongue in and tasting every inch while his hands continued to caress my body. They were sliding down into the back of my underwear as I melted into his arm.

My body was quivering all over as his hands traced my curves. His mouth found my collarbone and his hot breath left a trail across my skin as he nibbled and licked his way down to my nipples.

I was out of my mind with lust as his fingers played with the edges of my panties around the tops of my thighs and his mouth found and claimed a rock-hard nipple. He sucked it in between his lips and held it there with his teeth while he flicked it and licked it with his tongue. He moved over and made love to the other one with his mouth, causing my warm juices to flood my panties and slide slowly down between my thighs.

I felt him grab the top of my panties and begin pushing them down over my hips. He let his tongue play inside my bellybutton on the way down, and then he used his hands to gently part my thighs. His fingers played in the smooth, warm liquid that coated my thighs.

I moaned and rubbed my hands through his hair as I thrust my hips forward, begging him to touch my pussy. It was on fire. My legs were growing so weak I had to press my back into the corner of the small, wooden closet.

Finally, he touched me…and waves of electricity surged through my body. His fingers slid across my opening, all the way down, and then back up and across my aching clit.

“So wet,” I heard him whisper as he stood back up and let one finger slide into me. He worked it in, burying it before he added another. He worked them in and out and I whimpered, almost on the verge of tears, unable to process the sensations he was sending through my body.

I could feel how hard he was through his boxers now as he pressed into me hard, fingering me and massaging my clit. I whined and pushed him back far enough to get my hands on those shorts and put them down. I needed him inside of me; I was past the point of want.