Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
This was that difficult for him? My nipples ached as they tightened. I’d been turned on before, but like everything with Jude, this was next level. No, it was a thousand levels higher.
“Is it a sin to look?” I asked, feeling as wicked as I was currently being.
“Yes.” His voice sounded raspy.
“But you’re not touching. So, it’s not sex.” I was pushing it, and I knew I needed to stop, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.
“A vow of celibacy means no lustful thoughts.”
His empty hand fisted. Reaching up, I ran a fingertip over my right breast. This entire thing had them both feeling full and achy.
“So, you never have lustful thoughts?” I didn’t want that to be true. Not when, as of late, I’d been masturbating to thoughts of him daily.
Jude let out a hard laugh, then closed his eyes, clenching them tightly. “Yes, I do. But I try not to entertain them.”
Setting my water down, I covered both breasts with my palms and squeezed. A soft moan drifted past my lips.
“Saylor.” My name sounded like a warning.
“Yes?” I whispered.
“Stop whatever you’re doing.” His voice was so thick. I wondered if it would sound like that when he was fucking.
“Do you ever jerk off?” I asked, my tone husky with my arousal.
“No,” he snarled.
I liked that. What would he be like angry?
“That seems unfair,” I panted, still kneading my breasts. “I get so turned on that my clit throbs, and my panties get soaked. I have to get a release.”
“Jesus,” Jude hissed, now gripping the counter. Every muscle in his body drawn tight. He closed his eyes.
“I probably should have kept that to myself.”
A frustrated chuckle, then, “Didn’t help with the lustful thoughts.”
“Seems only fair since, lately, you’ve been starring in all mine.”
A low growl came from his chest, and his eyes opened. They weren’t on me. His head was turned to look toward the table and two chairs that sat by the far wall. The veins standing out on his neck made me want to lick them. Taste his skin. Another sound—from me. I was whimpering.
Jude’s head snapped around, and his eyes locked on mine. The feral gleam was so unlike the controlled priest; it was a possibility that I might orgasm just like this. As long as he kept looking at me like I was his prey.
“Show me.” His voice didn’t even sound like him. More animalistic than man.
“What do you want to see?” I asked.
His eyes dropped to my chest. “Your tits.”
Yep. I was going to orgasm without touching my vagina.
I reached under my arm and unzipped the dress while holding the front up with my other hand. The heat from his eyes felt like it was singeing me as he followed my every move. I dropped my hold, and the front slid down, exposing my bare breasts to him.
His pupils darkened, and the bottle he was holding fell to the counter as he grabbed the ledge. The hunger in his eyes went beyond lust. It was desperate, uncontrolled, and so intense that everywhere his gaze touched me, it felt like an electric current.
“Touch them.” His voice cracked.
“With you watching me like that, it’ll make me come.”
“Fuuuck.” That one drawn-out curse sounded like a plea.
I knew this was where we should stop. I’d caused him to commit sins, and although I didn’t worry about my sins, he did his. If he watched me get off, that would just be another sin.
“Please.”
The urgency was what made me do it. I would do whatever he wanted if he asked me like that.
Cupping my breasts, I watched as he started to pant. His teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. I began to trace circles around my nipples. One of his hands went down to grab his crotch as he groaned.
“Pinch them.”
I did, and he let out another deep sound from his chest.
I squeezed them hard, needing to ease the ache, but it only made the heat between my legs rise. I needed to rub against something. I was so close. Right, wrong, what I was and wasn’t supposed to do in front of a priest—it all went out the window.
Letting go of my right breast, I pushed my hand down the front of my dress. Jude opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he froze. My fingers slid into my satin panties, and my knees buckled as a moan tore from me, much louder than the others. That was what I’d needed.
I heard Jude say something, but I was already spinning. Rocking against my hand as I pumped two fingers inside me, and my pleasure exploded. With my mouth open, my body jerking with each pulse, I watched Jude.
A strangled roar came from him, and I saw then that his hand was in the front of his slacks. He’d been jerking off, and I had missed it. I wanted to see his cock. That big, tanned hand wrapped around it.