“You… I mean, don’t you want me to…tasteyou too? I thought men expected—”
“I’m gonna stop you right there, angel,” Priest said firmly but not harshly.
I moved to draw my knees together, feeling awkward at being splayed across his desk like this if he was talking to upstairs Indi. Priest gentlysqueezed my thighs, keeping them spread. “I need you to understand that I don’texpectanything. You aren’t obligated to do anything with me just because I gave you pleasure. I gave it, willingly, and had a damn good time doing it.”
“If you don’t want—”
“Of course Iwantit, Indigo. I just don’texpectit. Do you understand the difference, angel?” Priest ran his lips over one of my thighs, peppering it with kisses, while his other hand kneaded the other. “There are few things I want more than the sight of your lips wrapped around my dick. I don’t feel the need to rush, though, to experience it. You deserve to take your time and not feel pressured into doing something you might not be ready for.”
Priest began to touch me again, running his fingers over the apex of my thighs, moving in dizzying, irresistible circles. “What ifIwant to, though?” I said in a breathy voice as I relaxed my arms and collapsed onto my back on Priest’s desk. Honestly, I wasn’t sure if Iwasready for that. A vicious ghost from my past rattled its chains from it’s home in the back of my mind, threatening to start a ruckus if I pushed myself too quickly on that specific act. I wasn’t ready to do it, but the idea of making Priest feel as good as he’d made me feel had appeal.
“Hmm,” Priest hummed as he sucked my clit into his mouth and snatched my attention away from my past, and releasing me with a teasing nip. “Why don’t we revisit that idea later, when you’ve had a chance to sleep on it,” he mumbled between leisurely strokes of his tongue.
I opened my mouth to argue, feeling like I was somehow being rude for never helping him explode like he’d done for me three times now. And counting, if he had anything to say about it. “Until then, do you think you can be a good girl and give me one more orgasm? Can I slide my fingers into you while I use my tongue to make you scream?”
Well, hell. How could a girl say no to that? I nodded.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” Priest murmured into my core. A few minutes later, Priest had me clenching around his fingers and moaning his name as I climaxed so hard I left a wet spot on his desk. Priest told me how perfect I was, how well I did, and that I was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen. He used a tissue to wipe my arousal from his face beforehe gently helped me clean myself up. I think it was that tender gesture, that seemingly insignificant act of care, that caused the floodgates to open and my tears to fall.
Bobdamnit! I wasn’t sad, so why the fuck was I crying? Priest was immediately alarmed, reaching for me but pulling his hand back at the last moment like he wasn’t quite sure his touch would be allowed, which made me cry even harder.
“I’m sorry,” I sobbed.
“What happened, Indi? What did I do? I’m so sorry if I—”
“No.” I sniffled. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I don’t regret it, I just…” I hiccupped. “You were being so sweet, and I just got overwhelmed by my stupid feelings. It just all kind of… dropped on me.” Sniffling awkwardly, I reached for a tissue and blew my nose. “I’m sorry.”
Priest slowly drew closer, eyes scanning my face as he placed his arms around me. When I didn’t shove him away, and instead let out a tiny sigh and leaned into his warmth, Priest hugged me tighter, settling me deeper in his embrace. He scooped me up bridal style and walked a few steps to the small couch next to a locker on the other side of the room. He sat and settled me across his lap, and held me while my tears slowed and then stopped entirely. Priest didn’t force me to talk or check his phone impatiently. He just sat there and held me, rooting me in the moment and helping me center myself.
After I felt more steady, I turned my face up to find Priest watching me. “Thank you…for everything,” I ended lamely. “No one has ever… I mean, that was a first for me. And it was a really,reallygood first, too.”
“I had a good first tonight too,” Priest replied.
My eyes grew wide. “That was your first time? Well, bravo, sir. From what I hear, men usually aren’t that great at…” I blushed.
“Eating pussy?” Priest supplied with a cheeky grin.
“Yes,” I hissed, inexplicably embarrassed, considering where his face was just buried. “So, kudos to you. You must have a natural talent.”
Priest snickered and kissed the top of my head as I huffed in annoyance. “I wasn’t referring tothat, but I’m glad you appreciated my technique.” I rolled my eyes and elbowed him in the gut, causing him to laugh. I couldn’t help but smile in response, his joy infectious. “I meanthis.” He squeezed me closer to his chest. “The cuddling. I don’t usually…do that.”
I sank back into his chest, almost purring in contentment. I liked that I had one of Priest’s firsts, as silly as that might have been. Warm, sated, and content, I sank bonelessly into the man who held me after rocking my world not once, not twice, butthrice.Nothing could possibly be better than this.
I fell asleep cradled in his arms, and when I woke up the following morning, still smelling of his cologne and feeling the friction burn from his stubble on my thighs, I knew that I was in trouble. I was feeling things I wasn’t sure I fully understood, and I had no way of processing the events of last night without a more experienced sounding board. My phone was on my nightstand, and I was relieved to see that Priest must have plugged it in for me when he tucked me into bed. My screen came to life, and I didn’t hesitate to send out a group text activating the bestie phone tree. I needed to debrief with the Wicked Sisterhood, stat.
It was time for my bad bitches to assemble.
Chapter 16
Indigo
“Steak and eggs, please. Steak medium-rare and eggs over easy. And the biggest cup of coffee you can find, thanks.” Lennon, who still wore her oversized sunglasses in the booth farthest from the windows (her request), handed her menu to our server, and slumped over onto the table.
“For you, hun?” our server, a pretty but tired-looking brunette woman, asked me. I checked her name tag and smiled.
“I had a glazed donut in my baggie this morning, so I’m not super hungry… I’ll just have the blueberry pancakes with extra sausage links, please, Briar. And a peanut butter milkshake.” Briar nodded with eyes slightly widened as she wrote our order down on her little pad. “We have one more joining us. She should be here soon.”
“I’ll be back in just a bit with your coffee and your shake, ladies,” Briar said with a small smile before she walked over to relay our orders.
