CHAPTER NINE
Confession is good for the soul, they say. I'd imagine this is true. But my sins were too convoluted. And from the little I understand—too damning. ―
It had been yet another busy day as Sebastian took over with Reverend John’s tasks, as the reverend had to attend a hosted party out of town with the mayor and would not be around for the next few days. The pastors took care of what the reverend usually did, such as his daily classes and visiting. William was in charge of the schedule, while Sebastian stayed at the church ready to offer comfort or advice to anyone in need who might stop by. Sometimes people were troubled and needed to talk about it. Almost like confession in the Catholic Church, and Sebastian was so good at making people feel comfortable and able to talk about things that they’d done that they were sorry for and help them figure out how to make amends.
As it turned out, a lot of the townspeople felt they had ‘sinned’, from the minor to the major ones. He’d discovered far more about the people than he’d expected, such as the loneliness of a woman who looked all too happy on the outside and the infidelity of a husband who seemed to dote on his wife.
It simply meant what you saw on the outside wasn’t everything.
He had just finished a visit with a man who was having sexual feelings for his secretary and was afraid he might act on them and was thinking over what he and the man had talked about when a knock came at his office door. Sighing he called, “who is it?”
A voice answered, “I need to talk to a pastor”.
Sebastian froze at the voice. His surprise turned to shock as he recognized it as Lily’s.
“Come in” he said as he got up to open the door. Lily came in and sat down looking a bit nervous.
“I didn’t know you were the one here today”, she said shyly.
He didn’t say anything at first. “Reverend John had to go take care of a situation so I agreed to do pastoral care duty today” he replied softly. ‘Can I help you Lily?’
Finally, Lily spoke.
“I’ve been…having thoughts about a man, Pastor. A forbidden man, one I shouldn’t even be thinking about.”
There was a second where his whole body tensed as his brain caught up to process her words. His mind finally registered them, and he cleared his throat as it suddenly became dry.
“What kind of thoughts are they?”
She sighed, a soft sound that had him hardening in his pants.
“Naughty thoughts, Pastor. Thoughts about the things I want to do with him.”
Desire flooded his system, as quick as a lightning bolt intent on burning him with its heat. His hands suddenly felt clammy, and his mind was screaming at him to do something about it—to put a stop to this, to tell her to leave, to simply make this end. The right thing to do was to tell her this was wrong.
He opened his mouth to say so. But it felt like his body was not his own as instinct took control and the words out of his mouth came different.
“What do you want to do with him?”
Her breath stopped, almost as if she wasn’t expecting it. Consciously, Sebastian shifted in his seat, his pants tight and his hands itching to move.
“I want to kiss him,” Lily confessed, her voice a mixture of need and raw honesty. “I want to glide my hands all over his body and make him groan, and…I want to feel him there. Where he’s hard and aching. I want to see it with my own eyes and…I want to taste it.”
Her words were driving him out of his mind, and the images it supplied nearly drove him to standing up and slamming the door open. He fisted his hand and gripped his thigh with all his strength, as if that would help him control himself.
“Do you mean his cock?” he rasped.
He heard her breath catch in her throat, and he leaned forward to hear her.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want to taste his…his cock.”
Sebastian inwardly groaned. “And?”
“I want to ride him, anywhere he wants,” she responded. One of her palms drifted towards him. Then she yanked it back, as if burned.
“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, as she stood up. Panic was rising in her voice, even when she was still whispering. “I’ve had some drinks and…this is a bad idea.”
Sebastian stood up without thinking and came around the desk as Lily began to open the door. His hand shot out to grab her arm, pulling her back without much resistance. She did gasp, did try one attempt to pull back—but he pulled again, and she went to his arms without much resistance.
Lily’s head faced the door, as if she didn’t want to look at him. The feel of her body heat against his legs had his cock hardening even further, even more so when she squirmed against him. His hands went to her waist to hold her still, and she froze.
“Pastor Seb…” she trailed off, voice breathless.
Lily’s hair was tied up in a bun, and her neck was bare. Sebastian’s mouth found a spot and he kissed it lightly. Her jasmine scent smelled intoxicating.
“It’s Sebastian,” he whispered hoarsely, his lips continuing its assault.
One of her hands gripped her thigh, while her other went forward to place her palm on the closed door. He felt her pulse quickening, her body softening against his. Unable to help himself, one of Sebastian’s hand trailed down on top of her hand, trailing it down until it reached the edge of her skirt. His other hand reached beneath her top, touching skin that felt hot. He felt her stomach jump and heard a tiny gasp.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he murmured.
He heard no protest.
Taking that as permission, he let his hand trail higher beneath her top until his palm was spread wide over the underside of her breast. He changed his mind and removed it, then quickly slid her strap down, including the strap of her bra. He continued sliding it lower, all while his mouth kept kissing her, until the cup of her bra was exposed. Not stopping at all, he slid that down, until her breast was exposed in the air. He could only see the outline from his position, but it was enough for him to see her nipple, stiffened.
Sebastian covered it with his palm, groaning against her skin.
Her nipple puckered further under his ministration, and he let his thumb glide there, playing over and over until he felt her lean against him, heard a small moan come out of her lips. His other hand, which had stayed still on her thigh, moved her skirt higher.
Their harsh breaths were the only sounds he could hear in the small office and it only added to the erotic effect. He continued what he was doing, even while his other hand became busy sliding underneath her skirt, where he reached cotton panties. Fingers pushed against it, and he groaned further.
“You’re so wet,” he said.
Her breath hitched in response. Her hand reached behind to grab at his hair, and the move only thrust her breast out until he could see its shape fully. Reckless, impatient, Sebastian slid her panties aside and slid his hand in, where he touched her wetness.
Wet, and tight.
He could hear Lily whispering his name when he touched her, but for the life of him, he couldn’t hear much else. His action had her moving against him, but not in protest. Blind with need, driven by a desire so heavy, Sebastian did the only thing that his instincts commanded him to do—he thrust his finger in and out of her core, whispered in her ears the thing he wanted to do with her.
“God, Lily, I have to touch you.”
Lily turned her head towards the side, and he kissed her hungrily as he pushed his fingers in and out. His movements were deft and fast, and he used his tongue to coax hers out until they were swallowing each other’s quiet moans. This was his first kiss since entering the ministry, and it felt like his thirst was reaching out to grab him by the throat, demanding more.
So much more.
His other hand grew restless and circled her nipple repeatedly, and his other one deftly caressed her further inside to search for her g-spot. He knew he found it the moment he felt her tremble against him, her voice coming out in a rise of pleasure.
Everything felt hot, especially his need to take off his pants and slide his erection inside her warm slit. It would only take unzipping his pants and lifting her up to do so. But it was too late, because his fingers were already hitting her spot over and over until the movement was all but rocking her. He increased his pace and trailed his mouth to her ear and neck again, sucking on the skin there as his body moved in rhythm with her.
And then he felt it—her body tensing and her core clenching against his fingers. His hand on her breast slid up to cover her mouth just as she screamed, and suddenly he felt her warm fluid gush down his fingers.
He groaned against her neck, slid his hand down again to squeeze her breast. Lily slumped against him as her body absorbed the orgasm, keeping her high for a full minute before bringing her back down. Silence filled the room. He closed his eyes and tried to control his breathing, even while his raging hard on nudged insistently against her behind.
Eventually, he felt Lily finally coming down as she stopped leaning against him, her body leaning forward. The movement caused him to bite down his groan and his hand to tighten against her leg. He told himself to focus, to stop thinking about kissing her again.
Slowly, he slid her bra and top up, slid his fingers out of her slit. He removed his mouth from her skin, immediately missing her taste. Only when she was fully covered again did he speak, a soft whisper against her ear.
“You should go, Lily,” he murmured. “There can’t be more.”
Silence.
Then she nodded her head and stood up straight.
“I’m sorry.”
The door opened then closed, but Sebastian didn’t open his eyes as the scent of her orgasm filled the air. His hand shook against the urge to stroke his cock right there, and his mind raced with carnal thoughts of her—of taking her there inside his office, on his desk, sitting in his chair, against the wall, until they were both fully satisfied. So many thoughts, but a particular one preceded everything else.
What he did with Lily was wrong, so wrong. His promise to a life of celibacy…
And he wanted to do it all over again.