Page 34 of Forgive Me Father

Beneath the table, Roman subtly slips his hand under the part of my apron resting on my lap. He inches slowly up my exposed leg, pushing up my dress as his hand settles in the groove where my thigh meets my abdomen. I stiffen as he hooks his pinky around the fabric of my underwear and presses his other fingers flush against my center. I feel his long fingers begin to move between the folds of my flesh, spreading me open as his thumb teases close to my entrance. The sensation threatens to dislodge a moan from my throat.

"You okay?" Luca questions. Roman's fingers continue gliding through my wetness. I bite back a yelp when he pinches my clit, his way of warning me not to expose what’s happening under the table.

All it would take is for Luca to lean over a bit too far to see Roman’s hand is somewhere it shouldn’t be.

"Yeah, I'm fine-"

I smile as I reach below the table, pressing my hand to the material of my dress between my thighs, feeling his hand nestled in my underwear, continuing the slow, up-down motions between my folds. His pointer finger swirls around my entrance, and I try to cross my legs. The slickness from my desire for him soaks my thighs as I work to keep my focus on Luca.

God, please give me strength right now.

"What do you do for fun, Luca? Big on playing games?”

"Some. You, Father?" Luca asks, casually sipping from his drink, still unaware of the game Father Briar is playing with me below the table.

Fuck.

I hate how much I love this.

Anyone could come around the corner of the coffee shop and see Roman's hand under my apron from behind.

"I love a good game of spades," Roman smirks. "I rarely lose at cards. In fact, I’d probably say I rarely lose any game I—”

With my elbow, I nudge some stray napkins off the table down to the ground between us. Roman’s legs are tilted towards me, his inner thigh being the perfect place for me to place my hand as an anchor point while I lean down to pick them up off the concrete. He continues making idle conversation with Luca.While he’s distracted, I move my hand further up between his legs, wrapping my hand around the thick bulge of his cock and squeezing before sitting up completely and placing the napkins back on the table. I move my hand back to my lap until it's flush over his. I spread my legs wider for him and press down firmly through my dress so he’s forced to still his movements.

I plan to show him that this is a game he won’t win.

The man stifles a groan, his right hand shaking around the empty coffee cup.

"You mind tossing that behind you in the trashcan around the corner, kid?" Roman hands Luca his cup while he’s still tucked between my thighs.

Glancing behind him, Luca shrugs, swinging his legs over the bench and turning away to walk back towards the front entrance where the trashcan sits.

Pulling his hand away from my throbbing center, Roman grabs the back of my neck with his free hand and pulls me closer. His left elbow sits on the table as he holds his glistening fingers in the air between us. Seeing my slickness coat his fingers elicits a needy groan from some deeply hungry place inside of me. Unable to stop myself, I look down at the strain between his legs. I push out my lower lip in a pout, moving closer to him, our noses almost touching.

"Forgive me, Father-"

Squeezing the back of my neck to silence me, Roman slides his fingers into my mouth, the taste of me coating my tongue. He presses further into my mouth, grabbing my face as I nearly choke on his fingers that hit the back of my throat.

"You want so desperately to feel my cock, Eden?" He growls, referencing not only now, but last night when I reached into his lap briefly before he’d brought me to my house.

"Then learn how to take it," He hisses, coaxing his fingers further down my throat, a gag trying to force its way out. "You can barely handle my fingers. How do you think my cock would feel pounding into that pretty pussy?" He brushes his cheek against mine. "We both know that fucking glorified frat boy isn’t the reason you’re nearly soaked through your underwear," He whispers, his lip grazing my ear, nipping at my earlobe. "You said it's "my move" Eden?" He questions, throwing my words back at me. "This is only a taste of what kind of moves I’ll make after you sent me that fucking picture last night.”

Pulling his fingers free from my mouth, I gasp, finally able to take a breath before seeing Luca’s head of curls emerge from around the corner. Roman looks up at him and smiles, reaching down in his lap to adjust his very prominent erection before Luca reaches the table.

"Is that your brother in there?" Luca questions. "The one studying?"

I slide away from Roman to put some space between us so I can think straight.

"Yeah," I admit. "Why?"

"I did a few summer athletic camps with him," Luca shrugs. "We got to chatting while I was tossing away the cup..."

Trailing off, Luca turns to Roman.

If the tension was visible, it would be thick enough to cut right now.

"Father Briar, aren’t you leaving? You said you’re still settling into your new place, right?"