No one had ever challenged me the way Harper did. No one had ever made me experience such a wicked flip of emotions. One second, I was enamored of her style and attitude; the next, I was ready to kill her. Right then, standing in front of the church I led and hearing her whisper the word panties, killing felt much closer than it should have.
I stood locked in place for a solid five seconds, staring at the temptress. Unable to fully process what she’d said. Unable to pull my mind away from the image of her with nothing on at all. Nothing covering her… My eyes traveled down of their own accord, staring hard at the tight skirt she wore. Trying to see through it to finally know what was underneath. Would she be bare? Or would she tease her lovers with a thin trail leading to her personal holy land? Did she have tattoos or piercings? Something about her confidence made me think she might. But where, and what?
I was trapped in those questions, unable to think of anything else. Unable to move. Unable to leave her alone. Until the sound of a car starting up reminded me of where I was, the person the town needed me to be, and how much I wanted not to be him right then.
I needed a five-minute break from being a pastor, and I was going to take it.
“Come with me,” I said, tugging Harper along toward the back door of the church.
Harper didn’t resist my directions, but she certainly didn’t want me to think she was okay with them. “In case it wasn’t clear by the fact that I still have on the outfit you told me I should stop wearing, I’m not exactly fond of being told what to do, Pastor No.”
And yet, she followed me.
“Spewing anger at me isn’t going to help your cause, Miss Davis.” I dropped my voice, keeping my words just between us. “There are so many better things you could use that pretty mouth for.”
Her arm in my hand went stiff, and I had to issue a gentle reminder to keep moving. But Harper wasn’t one to surrender easily. She also had no idea how badly I’d wanted to get her naked or how long those fantasies had haunted me. She’d learn, though. Soon.
But once Harper regained her footing, she didn’t acquiesce. Instead, she laughed. Of course. “You’re getting awful cocksure for a guy who’s in front of his church. You have fantasies of me getting on my knees in the rectory? Yeah, not happening.”
“The rectory is the residence, and while I’d love to get you alone in my house, that might be a bad idea for this morning. Besides, I’d prefer you on your knees in the narthex.”
Harper stared, gaping, looking completely dumbfounded by my words. Then she shook her head and looked askance. “Still not happening.” She tugged her shirt down, the slick, red fabric sliding lower over her full breasts. Exposing more skin. Highlighting what looked like a barbell through each hard nipple. I’d seen those same shadows a hundred times, caught glimpses of shapes that told me she had her nipples pierced. Those hints, those shadows, always made my cock weep with the need to touch. Today was no different.
I was going to rip that damned fabric from her skin if I didn't get a hold of myself. Rip it off and ravish every inch of her, discover every secret, which was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to worship her body as a man should worship a woman. Give her every bit of my time and attention, of my efforts, so I could watch her fall apart. We could deal with her being on her knees another time.
Keeping my hand soft on her arm, barely needing to offer any encouragement, to be honest, I pulled her into the back entrance of the church. A long hall with doors on each side greeted us, and I moved with purpose toward the one I knew would give us a few moments alone. The preschool met down this hall during the week, and many of the rooms were used for various educational experiences for them. Toy room, library, music room…all fine. All places I wasn’t stopping.
Instead, I picked a door almost all the way down on the right, one I had the key to in my pocket. It had once been an office for someone because there was a desk and a few chairs, but the room hadn’t been used in years. In fact, no one ever came down the hall this far except to clean.
We were alone.
The lock turned silently, the door swinging open without a whisper. Good. I directed Harper ahead of me, following her into the room, then closing the door behind me. Before she could react, before she could start again with her angry words, I pushed her back against the wall and caged her in with my body.
“You like to tease me, don’t you, Harper?”
That chin rose, her eyes sparking in defiance. “I like to tease everyone. But you are exceptionally fun, yes.”
“And what if I said I was done being teased?” I leaned closer, letting my lips brush against the shell of her ear. Pressing my hips into hers so she could feel how done I truly was. “What if I said I was calling your bluff?”
Her nipples brushed against my chest as she took a deep, almost shuddering breath. “I’d say I’m going to call yours. We’re in your church, Noah. Do you expect me to believe you’re going to, what? Fuck me over that desk?”
Her sarcastic laugh cut off quickly when I grabbed her hip and tugged her body against mine. “Maybe next time. Right now, I want to see if you’re lying to me about the panties.”
Yeah, that refusal to believe I was serious disappeared, and her rueful expression was replaced by something that looked an awful lot like lust. Game on.
I slid my hand down her side, touching for the first time, irritated and intrigued by the texture of her clothes. I wanted skin, yet that blouse—that damned dark red cape waving at me—was so soft and almost shiny. So her. I almost stayed right there, kept my fingers brushing over the silkiness, but I was on a mission. One that meant my hand needed to go lower. Much lower.
Harper inhaled sharply when I ran my hand down her thigh to the edge of her skirt. She also spread her legs a bit. Just enough that I knew she was in this with me. Just enough to give me the green light to let go of Pastor Noah and be plain old Noah for a while.
And plain old Noah wanted to get his hands on Harper’s pussy.
“Are you wet, Miss Davis?” I asked as I teased the skin of her thigh at the edge of that skirt. “Your nipples are hard, and your legs are shaking. I bet that pussy’s wet for me as well, isn’t it?”
She didn't answer. I wasn't even sure she could. Her mouth hung open, those plush lips parting in a way that made me long to slide my cock between them. But I had something else I wanted to do. Something I needed to accomplish first.
I was going to make this woman come.
I tugged at the hem of her skirt, making sure to press my aching cock into her hip. I needed the relief, and she needed a reminder that I was a man, one who wanted her. Who lusted for her. Harper stared up at me, her eyes searching, her breath shuddering as she inhaled. Yeah. I had her attention for sure. I just needed to push her a little more.
“You thought I was a virgin, didn’t you?” I asked as I slid my hand back up her thigh, this time underneath her skirt. The edge of the stockings she wore made me groan, the feel of her soft flesh above them almost making me growl. This woman was so sexy, so blatant about her sexuality. It was both a relief and a warning. Women like Harper sometimes used sex as a weapon—I’d seen that enough to know it. But at that point, with my palm against her thigh and my fingers almost to the pussy I sought, I didn’t care. Let her try—I’d fight back. And I’d win. Not because I could overpower her, but because I could let her be her. Because I wanted her to stay this wild, untamable thing.
Because I wanted her exactly how she was and had since the very first time I saw her.
“Last chance,” I whispered before biting down on her earlobe. She jumped and gasped, trembling through her shock. She also gripped my shoulders tighter and tilted her hips forward. Pulling me closer and seeking more. Perfect.
I slid my fingers up just a little more, nearly collapsing against her as I got my first touch of her pussy. Hot. So hot, and definitely wet. The very tops of her thighs were slick, the lips of her pussy soaked. And she was bare.
My cock nearly exploded at the thought.
“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve sat up and wondered what this would feel like?” I slid a single finger inside, circling her, prepping her for more. Closing my eyes for a second at the simple pleasure of feeling her sweet pussy clench. “It’s even better than I imagined. You’re so soft, so warm. Are you ready for more, doll? Should I stop teasing that pussy?”
Her fingers pressed deep into my flesh as she clutched at me, as she tugged me closer. As she gave way to her need. “If you’re gonna do it, do it.”
Damn, did I love the challenging look she shot me. As if she still didn’t think I would cross that line even though I had one finger inside her. As if she had doubts that I’d actually fuck her with my hand, right there and then. She had no idea I'd been dreaming of doing this and more every day for months.
Time to make that dream a reality.
I slipped a second finger inside, stretching her a little. The responding groan, the way she arched her back and rocked her hips into my hand…so fucking sexy. Everything about her was, but this…this pure reaction to what I was doing to her. This wild, unfettered response to my body and my words. This was my heaven. This was my home.
This was everything I had ever wanted.
A couple of shallow thrusts, and then I pressed deep. Harper caught her breath, her eyes closing for a moment as I focused solely on what my hand could do to her. On how much pleasure I knew I could give her. I circled her clit with my thumb, slowly increasing pressure on each pass, and moved my fingers in that come-hither motion to find her most hidden spot. I kept my eyes locked on her face, kept my body pressed tight against her. Watching…waiting. I needed a sign that I’d gotten this right, that I had found what I was seeking. That I could give her as much pleasure—
She jerked, and her eyes popped open on a particularly strong slide deep, deep within her. Bingo.
“That’s it, doll. I’ve got it now, don’t I?” I kept curling my fingers, kept pressing in deep to hit that spot, not giving her a second to retreat from what I knew was building inside her. Pushing her closer to the edge she needed to jump off. Her eyes stayed on mine, wide and unfocused, her mouth hanging open as she moaned and gasped. As her body worked in tandem with mine.
Her head fell back, and those beautiful eyes closed as the rest of her body opened for me. “Fuck, Noah.”
The walls of her body clenched and released in a slow rhythm, and the sounds coming from where my hand worked had become obscene. So wet, so swollen for me. She had to be almost there. I could feel the tension building in her body, could hear how her breaths had sped up.
“Harder.” She gasped, clinging to my shoulders with an almost painful hold. “Fuck…I need…faster.” Oh hell, her demands were so fucking hot. Harper kept riding my hand, taking what she needed, refusing to be a simple participant. That was hot, too. Almost too hot for me to deal with. I pressed my aching cock into her hip and growled through the need to rock. The need to sink deep. The need to come all over her. This wasn’t my moment; it was hers. She’d pushed and pushed and pushed me, and I’d finally broken. I’d get my pleasure when she did the same.
My doll surprised me, though. She rocked and groaned and hissed and cursed, just as I'd expected. But she also moaned long and loud before grabbing my face and tugging me down to her. And then she kissed the hell out of me. It wasn't the first kiss I'd once thought we'd share, wasn’t sweet or tentative. This was rough and brutal—all teeth and tongue and battle. A fight to dominate and lead. It was hot. Fucking hot. Too fucking hot.
“You’re going to make me come like a schoolboy if you keep kissing me like that,” I said when I finally pulled myself from her mouth.
Her lips turned up in an arrogant sort of smirk. “Not sure I see the problem with that.”
I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers once more. Sweeter this time. Softer. Giving her a moment to think she had me before I went in for the kill.
“I'd much rather come in that pretty mouth of yours, but not yet. I want to feel you come on my hand first.” Before I could enjoy her reaction, before I could do more than lean her back a little and work a third finger inside her, the back door slammed closed.
“What’s that?” Harper asked, only slightly more focused. Her hips still rocked against my hand, her body still quivering with every thrust. I couldn’t stop.
“Shh.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, leaning closer so I could force her legs to spread wider, so I could whisper in her ear as well. “Someone’s in the hall.”
Harper’s entire body went stiff. “Did you lock the door?”
I pushed her knees farther apart with my own, opening her even more, speeding up the thrusts of my hand. I could see the warring emotions on her face, could almost sense them. The fear of getting caught, the excitement of almost getting caught. The arousal of knowing we could get caught if we weren’t quiet. Fuck, there was no way I was letting her get away from me now.
“I don’t remember.” I ran my nose along her neck, enjoying the way she trembled at my lie. How she was back to fucking my hand with her greedy pussy. “Does it matter?”
She pulled away, looking me right in the eye as she whispered, “Someone could walk in.”
Footsteps in the hall grew closer, but Harper didn’t stop, so neither did I. We locked gazes, both silent other than the sucking sound of her pussy taking my fingers. Other than the breaths we simply couldn’t hold. Her knee trembled against my hip, and her arm shook where she had it locked around my neck. Obscene, that image was. My hand between her legs, my fingers buried inside her as she spread herself around me. Obscene and perfect. Something no one else would ever see.
“Answer me,” I whispered just as the footsteps stopped outside the room we were in. “Does it matter? Do you care that they might think the local sex shop owner sullied their sweet pastor? That sin is winning over salvation right now?”
My words were more breath than anything, my eyes boring into hers. She paused, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers just before she shook her head slowly. Decidedly.
Perfectly.
I leaned in and bit her lip as I sped up my hand, as I pressed my thumb hard against her clit and worked her pussy in earnest. She gasped and rocked, not even pulling away from me as the handle jiggled, as someone checked to see if the door was locked or not. She didn’t care if they got in, and neither did I. Though I was glad I’d remembered to actually lock the fucking thing. No way was I stopping. No way was I giving up the feel of her pussy soaking my hand. I wanted to make her come, needed it, and no one was going to keep me from that moment.
The rattling of the handle stopped, the footsteps retreating back down the hall, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but my hand and Harper’s wet, swollen pussy.
“I know you want to be loud,” I said just as I flicked my thumb over her clit and pressed hard on that spot inside her. Her pussy clenched once around my fingers, locking tight as she trembled. I didn’t let up, though. I pushed deeper, moved my fingers faster, and pressed down hard on her clit. “Let me hear you, doll. Let me know how good I make you feel.”
Harper came with a squeal that probably could have been heard in the chapel, that could likely bring back whoever had been in the hall, though I didn’t care. I was too focused on how beautiful she was in that moment. How completely unrestrained and free. How fucking out of control.
“That’s it, doll. Come for me. Can’t wait to feel this on my cock. Though, I think I’d prefer it on my tongue first.” I worked her through her orgasm, massaging her clit and pussy until the clenches tapered off. Until she practically collapsed against me. “What do you think? Should I eat you before I fuck you? Would you ride my face like you just rode my hand?”
She groaned and dropped her head to my shoulder, mumbling something under her breath. I pulled my fingers from inside her, cupping her still, not ready to give up the access she’d gifted me. Wishing I could slide deep inside her right then and fuck her until I got to feel that hot, tight heaven come on my cock.
But that wasn’t in the cards right then.
Rucked up, sexed up, sated, and not-quite-coherent, Harper whimpered and rolled herself against my palm. “Why are you stopping?”
“Should I keep going?” I slid a finger against her clit, grinning when she shivered at the touch.
“I was more worried about you.” She ran her hand along my cock, making me groan at the thought of all the things I wanted her to do to it. But not yet. Not today. I had plans, and they were going to take a little bit more time.
I grabbed her hand, pressing it harder against where I was so aching for her, before bringing a finger from my other hand to my lips. It was still wet from her, still smelled like her. As she watched, I pushed the finger into my mouth. Sweet and salty, the taste of her exploded on my tongue just as I’d known it would. It was everything I’d imagined and more, everything I’d dreamed of when I pictured her laid out before me with her legs spread and my face between her thighs. I practically groaned.
When I slid the finger back through my lips, I leaned close once more. Letting her feel how hard I was for her. Letting her smell herself on my breath as I whispered, “I want to have you for dessert before I fuck you, but that means I need to take you to dinner first.”
She blinked, her entire body stiffening as I watched, and then she pushed me away. Her emotional shield slid down once more, her eyes going flat and her body closing to me. Fuck, that obviously wasn’t what she was ready for. My Harper—the one who’d challenged me to make her come, the one who’d fucked my hand while kissing me with such passion—was gone. The woman straightening her clothes and patting her hair into place was closed off, uninterested, and done.
“Thanks for the offer, but dinner isn’t an option. I need to get back to the store.” She pushed me away, heading for the door without even looking my way. The fabric of her skirt tugged taut across her ass, her hips swinging. All attitude again. Her denial of us was expected and totally dismissible. I’d caught her off guard when I’d taken charge, and Harper Davis didn’t seem to like giving up control. She’d learn, though. Soon enough, she’d figure out how to deal with me when I was the one leading us.
Soon enough, she’d be mine. I’d make damn sure of it.