Sinned: A Priest Romance

by Daye, Veronica

  “I was the Interstate Champion of our boxing club in seminary school,” I said.

  “I learn something new about you everyday,” Ava said.

  “Sit,” I said. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

  “Take her to her room,” Ramon said. “I don’t want her here when this guy realizes what happened.”

  I nodded and with my arm still around her, I pushed through the crowd and out the door.

  Whenever I fought, I felt like an uncaged animal had been released. Punching that guy out for how he treated Ava made me feel even more alive. Every part of me wanted to toss her over my shoulder, carry her to bed, and claim her as mine.

  As I opened her door, I pulled her tighter against me. Our eyes met and I could hear her gasp softly as she melted against me. Her lips silently called to me, pushing me beyond temptation.

  I lowered my face to hers and softly brushed my lips against hers. It wasn’t enough. Cupping her face, I brought my mouth over hers, then sucked in her lower lip and growled. I needed more.

  With my foot, I pushed her door closed and then pressed her against it. As her arms wrapped around me, I slid my tongue into her mouth.

  As I pulled away from her lips, I waited for her to open her eyes as she smiled. I slid my thumb over her cheek, to her soft, full lips. She opened her mouth and my mind went to places it hadn’t been to in years. I needed to have her body.

  I picked her up as my lips closed over hers again, but caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. I was still in my black slacks and button-down shirt, the clothing I wore when I was on duty. But what I wore didn’t matter. Whether I was in black, vestments, or in jeans, I was still a priest. I shouldn’t be there and I shouldn’t have kissed her. No matter how much I wanted to.

  As I put her down, her eyes searched my face. I was conflicted, but I knew what I needed to do. I looked away from her knowing that if I looked at her sweet lips one more time I wouldn't be able to do the right thing.

  “I’m sorry,” I said. “I have to go.

  I turned and walked out of her room, quickly closing her door behind me. As I entered my room, I locked the door and leaned against it, using myself as a barricade.

  What did I do? After all these years, after all the work I did to become a priest, how could I let it all go?

  There was a soft knock on the door. Ava didn’t have to say it was her, I knew. I wanted to throw the door open and take her like the man she reminded me I was. But I couldn’t.

  “Charlie? Are you in there?” she asked.

  “I’m sorry, Ava, but please go back to your room. I’m sorry about what happened. I should have never kissed you.”

  “No, don’t blame yourself. I’m just as responsible. Anyway, I just wanted to thank you for earlier at the clinic.”

  “Please go back to your room. And if you hear a knock later, don’t open the door.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I can’t promise that I’ll control myself. And I really need to. How I’m feeling, what I’m thinking about is a sin.”

  “What are you thinking about?” she whispered.

  Just hearing her voice through the door was torture. Knowing she was so close, that I could have her in less than a minute made my mind spin.

  “I can’t stop thinking about how soft your skin is and how much more of you I want to taste. I have to have you, but I can’t.”

  ~ Eight ~

  Ava

  My stomach knotted hearing his words, but I didn’t leave. I didn’t want him to break his vows. But I also knew I couldn’t compete with the Church. Charlie was a priest and despite how much I enjoyed being with him, I needed to stay away and not make things so hard for him.

  Still dizzy from his kiss, I put my hand against his door to steady myself. I couldn’t deny it any longer. I wanted Charlie like I had never wanted any other man before.

  Sighing, I walked along the balcony and looked at the flowers and trees in the courtyard below. My heart was still pounding in my chest, not only from his kiss, but from what he did at the clinic.

  I had been jumped on, hit, wrestled to the ground before for not giving an addict in the midst of his disease drugs, and no one ever came to my defense. Seeing Charlie watch him like a tiger set to pounce and then knock him out, left me breathless. It was at that moment that I knew, despite how much I tried convincing myself I wasn’t falling for him, I was.

  I glanced back at his door and stared at it, willing it to open. Not that I knew what I would do if it did open, but I wanted to see him.

  What are you doing, Ava? Go inside and forget about him. He’s a damn priest! You shouldn’t feel this way. He’s untouchable.

  “I should start therapy when I get back home,” I said to myself. “No woman in their right mind would fall in love with a priest.”

  As I went down the steps, into the courtyard, it started to rain. I didn’t care about getting wet. I sat on a bench under the wide branches of a magnolia tree and watched as the rain came down harder.

  A door slammed and Charlie ran down the steps. The canopy of the tree was so thick that he couldn’t see me. He ran out of the courtyard and into the street.

  “Ava!” he called out, his voice echoing against the buildings.

  What is he doing?

  I got up from the bench and followed him. He was standing in the middle of the street looking distraught. He had changed out of his clerical clothing from earlier and was in jeans and a t-shirt that was stuck to his body from the rain.

  He turned towards the hotel and I felt his eyes on me. With a few long strides he reached me. His hands reached for my face and our lips met. We slowly kissed, our tongues and lips tangling as his hands slipped down my body and lifted me up.

  As we kissed, he carried me into the courtyard. The rain subsided, but our clothes were already drenched. He pushed me against the wall by the stairs as his hands ran up my body.

  Breathless, he leaned his forehead against mine. “I want you,” he said. “I hate that I can’t have you.”

  “You said it’s a sin. You told me to not open the door.”

  “If what I feel for you is a sin, then let me be damned.”

  He kissed me hungrily as I melted into his lean body. He picked me up and carried me up the steps and pushed open my door. As we entered I grabbed the door and swung it shut.

  “I never thought I could feel this way about anyone,” he said as carried me to the bed. “I don’t know what tomorrow brings, or the day after that, but it’s only you and me here tonight. Tonight I am just a man, not a priest.”

  We laid on the bed, him on top of me as we pawed at each other’s clothing. As we kissed, he unbuttoned my jeans. I lifted my hips as he slid them down.

  “You won’t be needing these,” he said as he grabbed my panties and then tossed them to the floor.

  He stood at the foot of the bed and slowly unbuttoned his shirt as he admired my half naked body. His chest was sculpted and muscular with a little bit of hair on his chest that narrowed and disappeared into his pants.

  “Take off your shirt,” he said. “I want to see you, all of you.”

  I pulled my shirt off and then unhooked my bra while he removed his slacks. Charlie had tight abs and a V-cut just underneath which brought my eyes to his large member.

  As he climbed back into the bed, his lips traveled up my body. He paid attention to everything. He started by kissing my foot, sucking on the inside of my thigh, and later nibbling at a ticklish spot under my breast. But I felt impatient. Our friendship had been all the foreplay I needed.

  His hands slid over my breasts before he sucked a nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue over it. My heart was pounding and my hands trembled excitedly as they traced the lines of his muscular arms.

  He kissed my neck as I wrapped my legs around him, but he pushed back as I moved my hips closer to him.

  “Not yet,” he whispered. “It’s been a long time for me and call me old fashioned, but ladies
first.”

  He wiggled his eye brow and gave me a half smile as he moved lower. His teeth grazed one of my tight nipples, giving me shivers. As his hand traveled up the inside of my legs, I giggled with anticipation.

  As he spread my legs, he ran his tongue up my inner thigh to my mound. His fingers rubbed along my pink slit. He moved his tongue over my clit, licking and rubbing it as his finger slipped into my wetness.

  My body pulsed with each movement of his mouth. I looked at him as he opened my legs wider and our eyes met. Chills ran down my spine and my body tingled.

  “Come for me, Ava,” he said as he rubbed my clit faster.

  The waves of my climax overtook my body. I cried out and grabbed the pillow as he licked me to orgasm. Before my climax tapered off, I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance.

  “I can’t believe how fucking wet you are,” he whispered in my ear.

  He slowly inched his cock into me, teasing me with it, before pulling it out again. Then thrusting it in deeper. My body quivered and I wrapped my arms around him, enjoy the feel of his body so close.

  His hips moved faster, thrusting deeper into me and I gasped with pleasure. I was close to coming again. As he slipped his arm underneath my back, he held me tighter and the room spun as orgasm consumed my body. As I clenched tightly around his cock, he groaned as he came.

  He kissed my shoulder and neck before kissing my lips. Our eyes met again and I wondered if he was silently telling me that he had the same feelings I was having.

  As he rolled onto his back, he pulled me close into his arms. He kissed my forehead and let out a big sigh.

  “I promise next time will be longer,” he said.

  “Oh? There’s going to be a next time?” I teased.

  “We have all night. There will be as many next times as you want.”

  ~ Nine ~

  Charles

  Ava’s naked body was pressed against me. She was sleeping deeply and while I did get some shut eye, I had too many things on my mind. I said we would be lovers for the night, but I knew it wouldn’t be enough.

  The church bell rang six times. The sun was just coming up and while I wanted to stay there in bed with her, I needed time to myself to think.

  I kissed her forehead, then gently rolled her onto the pillow. She breathed in deep, but kept sleeping.

  As I entered my room, I started to question what I had just done. How could I think just one night would be enough? I couldn’t call what I felt as guilt, but I was very aware of the fact that my feelings for Ava meant that not only had I broke my vows, but I had sinned.

  I needed to talk to someone. I needed to ease my mind and get the words in my head out to someone who might understand what I was going through. I picked up my phone and called Liam.

  “Good morning, Charles,” he said. “Things better since we last spoke?”

  “That’s why I called,” I said.

  I need to confess, I thought. But as the words formed at my lips, I knew they weren’t true.

  I felt the need to confess, not because I wanted absolution, but because I needed to talk. I was confused, torn between the developing emotions I had for Ava and knowing as a priest I should keep those locked up inside.

  I needed someone I could talk to about I felt and what I was going through. And while I thought my close friend and mentor was the person to speak to, I didn’t want to burden him with what I did. I didn’t want to hear him spout about sin when I knew what I felt for her was pure.

  “Charles? Are you still there?” he said.

  It was a mistake to call Liam. My mind was spinning so much from last night that I didn’t think about what I was doing when I dialed. I had to get him off the phone.

  “Yes, I am. I’m sorry about last time. I hope I didn’t make you worry,” I said. “I was overreacting.”

  “You sure?” Liam said, sounding confused.

  “I’m positive. How are things there with you?”

  “Good, just the usual routine around here.” Liam paused. “Charles, you know we’re friends before anything. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

  I didn’t know how to answer him. I didn’t want to lie to my friend, but I couldn’t tell him the truth. This was something I needed to keep to myself. I wasn’t ready to share anything about Ava with anyone.

  “Everything’s fine, Liam. I’m sorry for the short phone call, but I have to get to the church. I’ll talk to you another time.”

  I hung up the phone, took a quick shower, then dressed in my black clergy shirt and pants. As I looked in the mirror I knew one thing was missing. I picked up the white plastic collar and slipped it in place.

  As I left my room, I stopped outside of Ava’s door and listened. It was quiet in her room. I continued down the steps and out to the church. San Rafael still didn’t get many visitors outside of Sundays so I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed. I needed to have a one-on-one with God and the place I felt closest to him was at a church.

  I closed the doors behind me as I entered. The sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, giving just enough light to see. I opened several windows to let more light in and sat in a pew towards the front of the nave.

  Using my foot, I brought the kneeler down and perched myself on top of it. I looked at the altar and thought about what I had done, how I had broken the promises I made, my vows as a priest. But I did not feel guilty.

  I was torn between my feelings for Ava and my love for the Church. I wanted guilt to consume me and to punish me for what I did, but I couldn’t deny that everything I did was for love. Still, my mind was muddy and rife with confusion.

  I folded my hands in front of me and closed my eyes. I reached out to God as I always had in the past and I asked for his guidance, for his help, for a sign.

  A warm hand cupped my shoulder and the sweet scent of her hair enveloped me. Was this my sign? I thought it was so clear when I got my calling to become a priest, but now I was questioning everything.

  As I turned to look at Ava, I noticed she was wearing a knee length skirt. I didn’t remember ever seeing her in anything but jeans. My eyes traveled up her bare legs, her hips, over her top that clung so deliciously over her breasts, to her full lips, and finally her brown eyes. She looked worried and her eyes held a little sadness.

  “I was hoping to be back before you woke,” I said.

  “You’re dressed,” she said hesitantly, as her eyes fixated on my collar.

  “I needed to come here. I needed to pray.”

  She nodded slowly and sat down. Still kneeling, I turned to face her and took her hand.

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Seeing you here and knowing what we shouldn’t have done...I’m sorry if I did something or--“

  “No,” I said interrupting her. “You didn’t do anything. This was all me. And I don’t regret any of it.”

  “You don’t?”

  “No. And I don’t want last night to be our one night either.”

  I slowly slid my hand up her leg, pushing her skirt up as I went along.

  “Here?” she asked, looking around.

  “Undress for me,” I said, gruffly.

  She hesitated for a moment, then her eyes locked onto mine. As each of her buttons came undone, my collar tightened around my throat choking me, suffocating me. Only one thing would save me--tasting her.

  With a quick tug, my clerical collar was gone. In my mind I was no longer a priest, only Charles. I wrapped my fingers in her hair and kissed her deeply as she laid down on the glossy wooden bench.

  “What if someone comes in?” she whispered.

  “Shhh,” I said as hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down. “The only one coming will be you.”

  I spread her legs and kissed the inside of her knee. My fingers moved across the silky skin of her abdomen, to her womanhood. She shivered as I nipped the upper part of her thigh.

  My fingers dipped into her slit and caressed her wetness. A soft moan escaped her
lips.

  Sliding onto my stomach, I gripped her hips firmly and brought her closer to me. I teased her with my tongue, darting it along her swollen clit before sucking on it.

  Her back arched as I slid a finger into her wetness. She was so slippery and soft I wanted to stay there licking her pussy forever.

  “Oh God,” she called out.

  As her voice echoed through the church, she ran her fingers through my hair. I moved my tongue faster as his hips bucked.

  “Charlie,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”

  I stood and she reached for my pants. I slipped another finger into her as she released my cock. As she leaned up, she took my manhood into her mouth.

  “Fuck, your sweet mouth feels so good,” I said. “But not as good as your pussy.”

  She looked up at me and smiled.

  “I want you to kneel for me,” I said with a grin.

  I sat down and wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. As our lips met, I parted her mouth with my tongue as she fumbled with my hidden shirt buttons. I found the open seam and pulled it apart, opening my shirt.

  As her hand slid over my chest, she positioned her knees on either side of me. With the tip of my dick, I teased her wetness until I thrusted into her. Her body quivered.

  I cupped her ass and guided her hips with my thrusting. As I looked at her our eyes met and I felt that mix of lust and emotion that I had only felt for her.

  I moved my hand into her hair and pulled her closer for a kiss. Her soft lips and warm tongue combined with how tight she felt around me were enough to send me over the edge, but I waited.

  Shifting down in the seat, I leaned back so I could rub her clit as she rode my cock. Her body shook and vibrated before she let out a gasp. As her orgasm took over, I came into her.

  She stayed on top of me, her head on my shoulder. Without a word she moved onto the seat next to me and picked up her panties. As she went to put them on I stopped her.

  “Those are mine now,” I said as I plucked them from her hand.

  “What are you going to do with them?”

  “Hold them for ransom,” I said with a grin.