“Fate?”
“Maybe. More likely you’d end up in trouble I’d be the only man in the world who could save you.”
“Ego much?” Grinning, I lean back so I can drink in his beautiful smirk.
“Nope. Just tellin’ it like it is.” He kisses the tip of my nose and slides his hand to cup my butt.
“Watch it, buster. There’s little kids everywhere.” Reaching back, I push his palm to my lower back.
A smooth dancer, he waltzes me out the side door, kicks it shut, and like two teens, we make out in the small courtyard. Teased to the point of no return, he pushes me behind a shrub and lifts my dress.
“Need you, babe.”
“Anyone can see.” My cheeks heat as he pushes me further into a corner against the wall.
“No one’s out here.”
“But they could be.”
“All the more reason to be quiet.” He unzips his slacks, his thick cock jumps out, and the side of his hand slides against my wet nub. “Oh, yeah. That’s what I’m talkin’ about.”
Hiding me behind his large frame, he finger-fucks me and swallows my scream. Quickly placing himself at my entrance, he pushes in fully.
Being outside, where we could be discovered at any minute, is entirely different and the thrill sets me off while he moves inside me.
His speed increases and the bricks scratching against my butt add to the erotic nature of this surprise encounter.
“Babe.”
“I’m right with you.” I bite down on his ear, he moans, and when he thrusts up again, I’m lifted off my heels.
He comes with a groan so intense; my clit swells around him and I explode in orgasmic splendor just as the door opens.
In a move befitting a former SEAL, he slips out, pulls down my skirt, and zips up.
With me hidden behind him, he greets Father O’Connell. “Great sermon, today. I love how you compared the Romans to the corruption in the US capital. Nicely done.”
“Well thank you, Sebastian. You didn’t think me too long-winded?” The white-haired man beams.
“No sir. A topic like that needs some time in the telling.”
“I’m so glad to hear. So many people today don’t appreciate how much work goes into the writing of…” As he trails off, he doesn’t notice he’s wandered back into the building without his audience.
Giggling, I reach into Suds’ jacket pocket, steal his dress hanky, and put it to good use. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
My tough guy grins. “I’m full of surprises, sugar. Wait and see. The best is yet to come.”
Hand in hand, as we walk back into the church basement, I can’t help but believe him.
The End
