novelxo Unfurl: Chapter 22
Callum leaves, shaking his head and muttering, and I know he’s both uneasy and jealous as fuck. He’ll probably go straight to find Belle’s friend and take his frustrations out on her.
Like I give a shit.
I have one priority right now, and it involves the beautiful naked woman tied to this bed. I wait till the door’s clicked behind Callum and bend over her.
Jesus. I take a moment to really drink her in. She’s still breathing heavily from her orgasm. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen. Just like her clit was when she came all over my fucking tongue. That dark gold hair is still in a long plait over one shoulder. Her perfect body is spread out for me, her arms high above her head. I could take two steps to the right and reacquaint myself with the heady view of her pussy.
She stares up at me, sated and uncertain and questioning. I run a hand over her stomach before picking up the end of her plait and brushing it over her nipple. Her lips part, and I swear to God I could shoot my load just from doing this to her.
‘You want to keep playing?’ I whisper.
She nods eagerly. ‘Yes.’
God bless her. She is a fucking delight. Who would have thought my innocent, tiger-eyed little neighbour would be so pliant and depraved? She truly is an amazing pupil.
‘Good,’ I say curtly. ‘Safe word.’
‘Alchemy.’
I nod, then in a louder voice, I say, ‘Belina. Priests are men too. We have needs. I can’t help you sin like that and not get something in return. Touching you and tasting you made me very, very hard. See?’
Her gaze flicks to my monster erection. ‘What can I do?’
I inhale. ‘If you’re going to spend more time with the priests, you’ll need to learn some skills. Yes, we want to tie you up and play with you and put our fingers and mouths in all your tight, delicious little holes, but we also want you to get us off. We’ll be fucking you soon enough, but for now, let’s start slow. The good news is you already have plenty of practice at being on your knees.’
Those tiger eyes widen and she licks her lips. Jesus fuck, I need that mouth wrapped around my dick now. I’m pissed off Callum got to kiss her, but I’m an old enough hand at this stuff to know it wasn’t personal. It was about using both of us to give Belle the full experience. And boy did she enjoy herself.
This little addition to our scene isn’t strictly in the pre-agreed schedule, but Belle did sign off on giving oral sex during the programme, and I’m too turned on to walk away now. Yes, I could go out there and fuck anyone I like, but I want this.
I want Fr Rafe and his devastatingly sexy little postulant.
I want him brought to the brink of his self-control (not difficult to imagine) and her putting her first ever dick in her mouth.
I want as much of Belle, and Belina the postulant, as I can get before we leave this room and break this spell.
The ties at her wrists come undone under my eager, jerky tugs, and then I’m hastening around to the foot of the bed where I admire the view as I undo her ankles one at a time, rubbing the skin where the ties were wrapped around her. She draws her knees up a little as if her legs are stiff, and it’s all I can do not to flip her over, right there on the bed.
‘Stand up,’ I order her instead.
She looks up at me and swings her legs over the edge of the bed and gets to her feet. We’re a foot apart, and my poor dick is throbbing at the prospect of Belle tending to it.
I survey her. This woman is fucking perfect. That plait still hangs over her shoulder, and it suits this submissive little nun she’s playing, but I want it loose and unkempt so I can fist it when I’m fucking her mouth. I want those honeyed locks I’ve been fantasising about on full display.
I reach up and pull the hair tie off the end, sliding my fingers through the sections, mesmerised as they unspool in a haze of gold. When I’ve shaken her hair out, I survey my handiwork.
Perfect.
Her hair is mussed and tumbles enticingly over her gorgeous tits. Her eyes are hooded. The lips that have taunted me since the moment I laid eyes on them are slightly parted, and I can’t help myself. I press my thumb pad to her lower lip. It’s as pillowy, as yielding, as it was the other night when I kissed her in that chair.
It’ll do nicely. Very nicely indeed.
I simply cannot wait a second longer.
‘On your knees,’ I say gruffly, and she blinks but scrambles to her knees in front of me.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The moment is finally upon me. The moment where Belina Scott is naked and kneeling for me, her sweet little face upturned as she awaits my instruction. I love that she’s bare while I’m fully clothed in this armour denoting a man of the cloth. I’m entranced by this fantasy that I’m a priest pushed to the brink of insanity and in the process of deflowering the most stunning, angelic, innocent lamb in his flock.
‘Feel what you do to me,’ I groan. ‘Touch me.’
She puts up a hand and hovers it over my erection before palming me through the straining fabric of my trousers, and holy fuck. I throw my head back and cast my eyes heavenward, struggling for control.
‘Take me out,’ I grit out, looking down, because this is too good to miss.
She hesitates, then unzips my flies. My cock springs instantly free, thick and heavy, and practically hits her in the face. I don’t wear boxers at Alchemy—it’s a waste of valuable time—and I’ve never been so relieved for easy access.
Belle’s eyes are wide, and the shock on her face tells me this really must be the first dick she’s seen. She looks up at me. ‘What should I do?’ she asks timidly, and something shatters in my heart at the same time my dick gets even harder, if possible, because I know she’s not acting any of this.
I’m her first.
I’m the first guy to breach those lips with his cock.
I breathe in, flaring my nostrils, and unbuckle my belt so I can shove my trousers down properly. I want her to have full access.
‘Get to know it,’ I tell her. ‘With your mouth and your hands.’
She wraps tentative fingers around my shaft and I squeeze my eyes shut. Then there’s a flash of heaven as she swipes her tongue through the pre-cum liberally leaking from my slit before swirling it around my sensitive crown. Her licks are tentative. Unsure. But having Belle’s lips and tongue on me is like nothing I’ve ever known.
‘Fuck,’ I hiss.
She stops licking. ‘Is that okay?’
I tangle my fingers in her hair, pulling her closer and attempting to keep it together enough to stay in character. ‘It’s amazing. You’re wasted in this fucking place. Put me in, as far as you can go.’
She rolls her tongue around my crown again and finally, finally, wraps her lips around my cock.
Fucking yes.
She takes me deeper, inch by inch, like the obedient, eager-to-please little virgin she is. I blink as her mouth on my dick sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Fuck me. I won’t last long.
‘Look at the little nun now,’ I grit out. ‘I fucking knew you could be like this. I’ve watched you at Mass. Every morning. On your knees, saying your prayers like such a good girl. Now you’re naked, you’ve come all over my face and you’re sucking my cock. I’ve got you just where I want you. Keep going like that. In and out. As deep as you can take me.’
That earns me a strangled moan from her. She leans one hand against my thigh and moves her other from my shaft to my balls, which are getting higher and tighter by the second. The sensation of having them cupped in her small, soft hand almost has me blowing there and then.
‘You keep this up, and we’ll have the whole fucking seminary lined up with their cocks out for you next time, sweetheart,’ I croon. She squeezes my balls and sucks harder, and holy fuck.
My fist clenches tighter in her hair.
My other hand finds her neck and grips her.
I tug her closer, getting closer to the back of her throat, and she gags.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’m undone.
‘Harder,’ I tell her. ‘Fuck me harder.’
She takes a huge breath and dives back in again, and her little noises of effort and pleasure are so fucking sweet that I’m hurtling straight over the edge. I grip her hair and pull her off my dick, more roughly than I intend, and while she’s gasping up at me, wide-eyed, I grab my shaft, slick with her saliva, and I pump.
I hold her head away from me and I break, erupting all over her gorgeous tits in huge, hard jets as I grunt like a fucking caveman, because I’ve wanted to do this in every fucking fantasy I’ve had since I met her.
Well, every fantasy where she wasn’t swallowing down every drop like a good girl.
Next time.
I come and I come, my entire body convulsing as the need and the friction and the desperation collide in an atomic bomb of release. Of pleasure. My hand moves roughly, vigorously, over my dick as I milk every last drop and claim as mine this virgin as my own.
This intoxicating virgin whose first nervous, tentative blowjob just made me come more violently than those of any of the pros next door.
I am so fucked.
So fucked.
My eyes are fixed on her, kneeling there, looking up at me with wonder and desire and something else—intimidation? Fear?
Whatever it is, I like it far too much. One of her hands is still on my thigh, the other flailing uselessly. I’ve painted her tits with my seed. Her stomach. Her hair. There’s even a splatter on her jaw.
Good.
My fingers tighten in her hair so I can tilt her face up further.
‘That was an excellent first effort, Belina,’ I say as authoritatively as I can while trying to catch my breath. ‘You’re quite the little find, aren’t you? All my colleagues will want a go now. But next time’—I bend closer—‘I’m taking your cunt.’
I wipe my jizz-covered hand on my shirt-tail and pat her on the head. ‘Wait there.’ I bend and pull up my trousers, fastening my belt roughly. There’s a luxurious ensuite bathroom through the door. I grab a flannel and run the water in the basin till it’s warm. Once I’ve soaked it and squeezed it out, I head back to Belle. She’s where I’ve left her, but she’s sunk lower so her arse is resting on her heels. She’s a stunning sight from behind.
I go to her, and tip up her head with the intention of smoothing back her hair and washing my cum off her body.
That’s when I see there are tears in her eyes.