Title: Saints and Sinners

Author: SunflowersAndHoney (or Desi, whatever).

Rating: one big, blood red M.

Summary: "A good Catholic girl wouldn't do that." She reminded him. "A good Catholic girl also wouldn't handcuff her boyfriend to her parent's bed and ride him like a wild stallion." Three shot. Warning: contains blasphemy, sacrilege, questionable role-playing, and straight up smut.

A/N: This is the result of listening to 'Bad Intentions' and 'Skin Tight' by Nikyee Heaton over and over.

Part I

"...and Mia Toretto is more than welcome to stay over if you feel a bit scared."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Dominic, make sure you come and check on my little girl when you leave your father's shop at night."

"Yes, sir. I will, sir." Dom nodded his head.

"Make sure you check all the doors and windows before you go to bed. And don't leave the oven on if you're going to leave the house."

"I know, Daddy. I won't."

"And the number of where we'll be staying-."

"Is on the fridge. I know, Daddy. Will you go and have fun? Try to relax."

Lana Ortiz was standing by the door, carry-on bag in hand, waiting for her husband to finish his spiel. She rolled her eyes and shook her head, her shoulder-length brown hair shimmying.

"Luc, will you leave the girl alone? She knows not to leave the stove on. She's a smart girl. Come on before we miss our flight."

"I'm coming. I'm coming." Luc Ortiz handed his daughter his Visa card and told her, "For food and emergencies, only."

"I know, Daddy." Letty Ortiz stood on her tiptoes and kissed her father's cheek, taking the credit card from his hand. "I love you. Have fun."

"Letty," Lana kissed her fingertips and blew it at her seventeen-year-old. Her only daughter. "Mami loves you. We'll see you on Monday evening."

"Love you too. Bye guys. Call me and let me know you landed safely." The young brunette shut and locked the front door behind her parents. Turning around, her eyes reached the heavens and she slunk against the hard oak. "Ugh, finally they're gone."

Reaching up, she yanked a hair-tie from her dark locks and freed her hair from its prison. Shaking it loose, Letty looked at her boyfriend and smirked. "That means I get you to myself for three whole days." Her mom had insisted that her father take her on a small vacation to Seattle before the summer was over. And they trusted Letty in the house by herself.

After all, she had been Luc and Lana's 'innocent daughter' for seventeen years. Or so, that was the case that Letty's abuelita argued on her behalf. But oh, if her grandmother could see her now as she stalked towards her eighteen-year-old boyfriend, still in her dark grey skirt and white button-up shirt from school. She'd practically torn the maroon blazer off when she got home earlier that afternoon.

"I wonder what we should do." Dominic replied, his sinister grin matching her perfectly.

"Oh, I've got quite a few ideas." Letty nodded, an eyebrow cocked. She stood in front of him, hands on his chest.

"Do you now?"

Her right hand slipped down his stomach and to his crotch, which she grabbed firmly through his dark grey uniform slacks.

"We should have a party." He mentioned, trying to ignore the way her hand was stroking him through his pants.

"I promised my Daddy that I wouldn't have any wild parties. I can't disobey my father." Letty looked up at him, her eyes blazing with mischief. "A good Catholic girl wouldn't do that." She told him.

"A good Catholic girl also wouldn't handcuff her boyfriend to her parent's bed and ride him like a wild stallion." His fingers trailed up her thighs, bringing her skirt with them. "A good Catholic girl wouldn't let her good Catholic boyfriend finger her in his car right after Friday night Confession. And a good Catholic girl definitely wouldn't ask her boyfriend to put it in her ass." Dominic's strong hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass as he spoke before giving one a sound slap.

Flashback

Thumping. Rhythmic squeaking. And lots of panting. Not to mention the sweet moans and throaty groans from the couple on the wrought-iron bedframe. The sound of metal clang against the headboard.

Dominic wanted to touch her so bad. Instead, he had to settle for gritting his teeth and forcing himself not to come. Atop of him, Letty was bouncing on his cock, her pussy squeezing him in a death grip. And here he was, handcuffed to the bed, unable to press his hands against her sides and assist her in her movements.

Her skirt was around her waist. And her white collared shirt was hanging off of her shoulders, trapped at her elbows. The horny brunette was pinching her own nipples, head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode her boyfriend in her parent's bed. They were sweaty and exhausted but were nowhere close to stopping. Dom loved when Letty took her pleasure from him; having her on top was always an extra-special treat.

She was spiteful little bitch, Dom would give her that. Her parents said she couldn't have the car she wanted. So she'd called him over and as soon as he'd rang the doorbell, she pulled him over the threshold and up the stairs to her parent's bedroom, telling him, "Let's play a little game."

"Oh, God. You feel so good." She twisted her hips.

"Shit, Letty. Do that again." He commanded through gritted teeth. And so she did, corkscrewing her tight box around his shaft. She lifted her hips and slammed back down, before grinding back and forth, drawing out the pleasure she was feeling.

"Letty, stop. I'm gonna come."

"So. Close." She panted, her hands now on his chest.

"Fuck, you're so sexy."

It was true; Dominic's favorite moment was right before Letty's climax, when her eyebrows furrowed and her body relaxed and let out a small mewl before her body plunged into the sweet, sweet darkness.

"Oh fuck, Dominic!" She called out. A pulsing pressure formed around him and she abruptly lifted herself up, giving Dominic the perfect view of her squirting finish.

End of flashback

"Then what kind of Catholic girl does that?"

"The nastiest, naughtiest kind." Dominic leaned down and kissed her cheek before whispering in her ear, "Like you."

Without warning, he picked her up and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

"What surface haven't we made love on yet?" He wondered aloud.

"Hmm." Letty thought hard. "Laundry room?"

"Damn, I like the way you think."

Letty's dark hair fell over his hands like a curtain when she tossed her head back and laughed as they headed towards the laundry room.

Up Next: Part II