Sinner(79)

He chuckles. “Had sex in a confessional booth?”

I nod before I realize it’s probably too dark for him to see it. “Yes.”

“Jeez, girl, how bad do you think I am?”

“Very.”

I can hear him grin as he leans close to my ear, his lips brushing it. “Good bad or bad bad?”

I swallow. “I’m not sure, actually.”

“The kinda bad where you want to run away, or the kinda bad where you’re dying to feel my tongue between your legs?”

I whimper, the heat and the wetness flooding my panties. “I-” I swallow. “The second.”

“I think I need to hear it,” he growls into my ear. “After all, we are in a confessional booth.”

“I want to feel you,” I whisper.

“Feel me what,” he growls.

“I-”

“Confess your sins, angel.”

I gasp, my whole body melting for him, on fire, craving him.

“I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.”

It is the filthiest, crudest thing I’ve ever said, and I’ve just said it in a church. In a confessional booth.

“Good girl,” he growls.

I gasp as he spins me around, pushing me against the wall of the tiny booth. My hands go flat, my breath catching in my throat and my hair hanging across my face.

He moves behind me, his hands skimming up my back as he leans over me. “And the answer is no, I’ve never had sex in a confessional booth.”

I can’t help but grin, but then I’m gasping as he moves back, dropping onto his knees behind me. His hands slide up my thighs, pushing my skirt high, higher until he’s slipping it over my butt.

I whimper as his fingers find the front of my panties, and I know he can tell how wet I am. His finger slides across it, making me shiver as he teases me through the cotton, before he finds the waist and starts to pull.

I arch my back as he slips them off, letting them drop to my ankles.

“Tell me again, angel.” He whispers. “Tell me what you want.”

“I- I want you to taste me,” I hiss out, my face going red and my heart thudding in my chest. “I want your tongue on my- Ooooh.”

I cry out as his tongue slides into my folds, before quickly stifling the cry in the crook of my arm. Rowan’s strong hands grab my ass, my hips — pulling me back onto his wicked mouth as his tongue pushes deep inside.

My eyes shut, my mouth hangs open, and my whole body melts under his touch. He groans as he licks me, his tongue pushing in and out of my opening before he moves to my clit — teasing his tongue across it and making me muffle my mouth with my arm again.

He keeps his mouth there, teasing, pushing me, coaxing the sin from me. Hands grab my hips, pulling me onto his tongue as I claw the wall and suck in breaths of air. He teases faster and faster, zeroing in on that perfect spot as I start to arch my back and feel my knees shake.

His hand slips between my legs, and I moan as he slides a finger deep inside as his mouth fastens on my clit. He starts to stroke in and out, his tongue swirling again and again.

His other hand suddenly comes down with a smack on my bare butt, and I yelp.

Holy shit that feels…

Good.

Very good.

He does it again, another slight, swatting spank that leaves my skin burning and wanting more. Again, the hand comes down, spanking me in the confessional booth as I find myself falling towards that sweet, sweet abyss.

“I’m- oh God…” I’m gasping it as my eyes shut and my heart pounds, and as his tongue swirls over my clit once more, I shatter for him.

I bury the moan in my arm again as I come, bent over in a confessional booth with my skirt around my waist and my panties at my ankles, with Rowan’s tongue buried deep between my legs. He licks me through the climax until I’m gasping and pushing his head away, sucking in lung-fulls of air.

I can hear his belt buckle, and his jeans sliding off, and I’m instantly craving more.

He moves, sitting down on the tiny confessional booth seat and pulling me onto his lap.

“Wait.”

“What?”

“I-” I blush. “I want to try something new.”

I drop to my knees in front of him, my hand sliding up his muscled thighs.

Rowan groans. “Shit, beautiful.”

My eyes have adjusted to the dimness of the booth, and as I lean forward, they lock onto him.

God he’s big.

And dear God do I want this.





Chapter Thirty-Nine





Rowan




Holy fuck am I going to hell in a hand basket.

Somehow, this has reached critical mass.

Somehow, I’ve got sweet, innocent Evangeline Ellis on her fucking knees in front of my cock.

In a confessional booth.

Yeah, I’m going to hell, and I seriously don’t care right now.