Sinner's Den : A steamy stories collection

05- LEAD ME INTO TEMPTATION

~Sirene~

He did it.

I could tell from the way his gaze subtly avoided mine as he celebrated the Mass. Father Peter was making me see him in an entirely different light these days. Who knew that he could be such a daredevil?

A smirk tugged on the corners of my lips while I kept on checking him out. He was as handsome as ever, and the faint blush that crept up his nose made him look even cuter.

As usual, I sat on the first pew, but I didn’t try to flash him or do anything overly seductive. Just sitting and watching him get unnerved by my presence was already enough.

Soon, it was time for communion. My favorite part of the Mass where I could go close enough to him. I stood and queued behind the others. When it got to my turn, I didn’t stand to take it. I went as close as I could to him, so close that the only thing separating us was the short banister between the altar and the little step that I was to kneel on.

Slowly, I got down on my knees, my eyes holding contact with his. Breaking the eye contact, I allowed my gaze to go straight to his crotch, where I was so sure that by now, his c**k would have gotten hard. And yes, I could see something poking through his vestment.

I looked up at him again, and I could see him gritting his molars together. The effort made his ears so red. As if released by a spell, he quickly averted his gaze and cleared his throat.

“Amen,” I whispered as he repeated the phrase used before observing the Holy Communion.

He lowered the bread to my mouth, and I gently bit my lower lip, sultrily running my tongue over my upper lip before I allowed my mouth to part slightly. Father Peter’s Adam’s apple bobbled as he gulped, and for a moment, the communion was suspended in the air. It wasn’t until I slicked out my tongue and trailed it along his index finger that he dropped it into my mouth as if he had been holding hot coal.

A devilish smile lit up my face. I was enjoying this.

After Mass, this time, I wasn’t the one who confronted him. I saw him bidding his time, waiting, until he was sure that there was no single person in the church before he came up to me.

His face was still flushed, but he had this expression of an elder who was about to instill discipline into a child. Only that I wasn’t a child, and he wasn’t my elder either. He was the man that I wanted to f**k.

I stood to meet him in the middle, the mischievous smile still playing on my lips. His mouth opened and closed without emitting any words. His face almost became Rudolph’s nose when he brought his gaze down to my lowly dipped V-necked gown. I’d taken enough time to push those titties up after Mass, so high that there was almost nothing left to the imagination…except maybe the n*****s.

“Did you want to talk to me, Father?”

Jerking his gaze up with the speed of someone caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to do, Father Peter stuttered as he tried to speak.

“W-well, I…Y-You…” he cleared his throat and tried again. “You shouldn’t be sending such explicit things to a priest.” His voice got stronger. “That was a wrong thing to do, a-and it might cause people to fall into temptation.”

“But that’s exactly what I want to do, father. I want to lead you into temptation.” I closed the space between us and leaned into him, my breasts brushing against his chest. “I want to make you do so many sinful things to me, so sinful that even God himself would screech in disbelief and shock. And I know you want the same thing too. Don’t you?”

“Y-Yes.” He shook his head immediately. “I mean, No. It’s against my faith and profession.”

It was cute. Him trying to hold onto his last shred of morality even when he had fallen into the temptation. I leaned into him the more until he had his back pressed against the silver railings that separated the tabernacle from the pew.

“Is that so?” my voice became a soft whisper, teasing his ears as I said, “Then tell me that you did not jerk off with my nudes this morning.”

“Sirene…” He avoided my gaze, but no other words came out of his mouth. He didn’t deny it. He also didn’t accept it. Him whispering my name was all the confirmation that I needed.

Without giving him time to think about it, I grabbed his clothes and pulled him to me, using the same hand to pull his head down to my level. My lips crashed against his, hot and needy. He didn’t kiss me back for two seconds, but then his tongue took control.

I always loved it when he took control. He was like a wild beast, untamed and wanting to devour every single thing. While his tongue roamed around my mouth, my hand found his c**k.

He moaned when I let my hand slid over it again and again, and I felt him growing harder with every stroke. By the time I broke the kiss, he looked dazed, like a puppy that had just been swung around a million times.

“Look at that,” I cooed, still rubbing his hardness softly. “Did you get this hard thinking of all the immoral things that you heard me do that night, Father?”

He inhaled sharply, but made no attempt to brush off my hand. “What are you doing, Sirene? People might see.”

“Why?” mischievousness danced in my eyes. I was enjoying every moment of making him nervous and disoriented. “Don’t you care more about having this body all to yourself?”

There was no denying it. His eyes were filled with unfiltered lust as they followed the movement of my hands. Never taking my eyes off him, I raised my leg and holding onto the lector stand for support, I allowed the tip of my heel to roll around his erection.

The stifled moan made butterflies of lust cocoon in my p***y. It was deep, and guttural, like a dying man still trying his best to hold onto dear life, like a priest trying his best to hold onto his principles. And that turned me on in ways that I never expected.

“Sirene…” he rasped, his eyes closing for a second before fixing on me again.

I smiled, and walked to him. I trailed my fingers over and down his succulent very kissable lips, visibly noticing the rhythmic thud of his heart when I circled his n*****s through his clothing. But they were blocking off a lot of things for me. it was just too many layers of clothes.

I stopped.

“Take them off”

“But—”

“No buts. Take. Them. Off.”

Hesitantly, he began to peel off the different layers of clothing that he had on. When his white Roman-collared shirt hit the floor, I forgot how to breathe for a moment. There it was, just as I had imagined it. Broad, sculpted unapologetically and masculine. The kind of chest that made my fingers ache to explore it. Smooth skin stretched over firm muscle.

His packs were strong and defined, with just the right amount of hardness, looking like they could crush or cradle me, depending on his mood. A trail of dark hair led down from the center of his chest, teasing its way lower, a silent invitation that made me pulse in between my legs.

I was a soaking, dripping fountain just seeing this man’s chest. And I wanted his mouth right there. Right now.

“Let’s see if you’re able to give me any form of pleasure.”

To punctuate my words, I sashayed to the large wooden door of the church, found the bolt, and swiped it forward. Satisfaction creeped up my spine with the sound of the lock. I turned around and slowly walked back to where Father Peter stood, bewilderment clouding his sexy face.

“Get on your knees.”

Without complaints, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of me, his eyes looking up to me. I perched on the offertory box again and slowly spread my legs.

“Now, treat me like your favorite piece of snack.”