Team Tomás (The Saints Team #2) (10 page)

I turned and headed home. I know
it was only one day since I saw him at the press conference but it was a
lifetime to my heart. I felt an overwhelming wave of disappointment bringing me
down. I had thought of nothing else all day but seeing him but I couldn’t bring
myself to be a selfish bitch and wake him, or risk his wrath since he’d packed
it in without waiting for me. He might have been exhausted and crashed early. I
hoped he was home and not... no, that was just silly. I buried that doubt.

I headed to my own lonely bed
where I would take off my lingerie and go to sleep.

Chapter 19

My phone rang at just after six o’clock in the
morning, startling me into the wake zone. I grabbed it quickly so I didn’t wake
Dad and Ryan.

“Hello?” I mumbled, not even
looking at the caller I.D.

“Cookie,” the voice said. It was
low and threatening.

“Tomás.” I sat up. “I missed you
last night.”

“Why didn’t you come? Did you get
a better offer? Meet someone at the conference?” He was pissed off.

“What? Don’t be stupid. You are
all I thought about all day and night. But it was so late when I got to your
place—” I tried to explain.

“I don’t care how late it was, what
happened?”

I took a deep breath. “I came to
your house after eleven last night and it was in complete darkness. Complete
darkness, Tomás. You’d gone to bed, not even left one light on to tell me you
were waiting for me and not even a text to say for me to wake you when I arrived.
I didn’t know what to do so I went home... I thought it would be selfish to
wake you, sorry...” My voice trailed off.

He thought about it for a moment.

“I see,” he said. “I’m sorry
bella
,
I thought you would just knock when you arrived and I would let you in. I just lay
down on the bed to rest while I waited for you.”

“I desperately wanted to come in,”
I assured him. “I waited in the car out the front for a few minutes looking for
signs of life.”

He chuckled. “I wanted to wrap my
arms around you and wake up with you this morning.”

“Tomás, shhh, I can’t hear that,
it just makes me depressed that I’ve missed out.”

“What time does your conference
start this morning?” he asked.

“Ten,” I told him.

“Hmm, I finish training about
then. I’ll have to wait until tonight to see you. Probably a good thing. Got to
do a clean-up for a guest coming and Valentina is being bossy about it.” He
sighed as though there was no escaping his family responsibilities.

I hated to sound needy but I
wanted to know who this Julieta was and what she was to him.

“Ah that’s Julieta?” I asked. “That
lady at the restaurant mentioned her,” I reminded him.

“You have a good memory, Cookie.”
He cleared his throat. “Yeah, friend of my family coming to stay for a while.”

“Right,” I said, but he didn’t
elaborate and I didn’t want to appear clingy or possessive even if I was
feeling that way.

“Did you want to come to the game
with me on Sunday morning? I’ll leave after nine.”

How good did that sound coming off
his lips and how I would love to go with him and arrive on the back of his
bike—I didn’t know how the office skirt would cope with that. But I didn’t need
to go that early and I imagined it made for a really long day just waiting
around.

“No, I don’t start until ten,” I
said, “but thanks.”

“Tonight then, Cookie,” he
threatened, “knock, text, drive in, just come to me.”

“I will and I am getting away
earlier tonight. Expect me sooner.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

He signed off and I lay back on
the bed, relieved. I didn’t get to sleep until the early hours of the morning
for stressing I had cheesed him off, but now all was well again. I hope I could
stay awake at the conference today.

*****

After talking with Tomás I fell straight back to
sleep and didn’t wake until after nine. Then it was a race to the bathroom, to
dress and to get to the venue for the events workshop. I arrived ten minutes
late... maybe it was a good thing; it gave Kelly more time to hit on Dane. I sneaked
into the back of the seminar where a session was already underway on social
media to promote conferences.

I planned out the rest of the day:
after the workshop which was scheduled to finish at three o’clock, I would head
home, shower and dress for the conference dinner tonight which was an event-themed
ball starting with drinks at six o’clock. I would also have to iron and hang my
work uniform in the car to go straight to the game the next morning—my first
game in the event role! I wasn’t going to need any special underwear for Tomás as
the dinner theme was superhero. I might have forgotten to mention that to him
that I would be arriving in costume—I wanted to see that reaction for myself.

So, the plan—I would leave the
ball around nine-thirty p.m.—that would allow me to be seen, eat the main course,
skip dessert, and be in Tomás’s arms by ten. God I’m good, the master of
planning, no wonder I went into events. It would be my first night sleeping
over at Tomás’s house with him in the bed with me, with luck. Everything was
happening at once.

I made sure my phone was on silent
and sent Mia a quick hello text while I tuned into the conference; it was about
social media after all. She texted back that she was doing prac for her physio
qualification today and wanted to catch up tomorrow night after the Saints’
game. I texted her back saying affirmative to that. I sent Cassie and Melissa a
greetings text too and checked out their Facebook posts—it was social media practice,
honest.

I didn’t see Dane until the
conference broke for lunch. He was more casual today—in Saturday attire of
jeans and a button down navy shirt. He still looked hot in that dark,
smoldering, boy-band way but hey, I didn’t really notice much.

“Alice,” he greeted me, strolling
towards me with a coffee and a finger sandwich in hand. He munched away, sizing
me up. “If I was the suspicious type, I’d think you came in late to avoid me,”
he said with a smile.

“Damn, you’ve exposed my plan,” I
said. “Finish up late last night?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. I got
hijacked... there’s too many women at this conference. The dancing started and
it appears that every female needed a dance partner. I got home after two.”

“Ooh, nasty,” I said. “I was in
bed by midnight.”

“And you can tell,” he flattered
me.

“So how does your girlfriend feel
about you being swamped by event beauties or is she confident enough in herself
not to care?” I asked.

He smiled and took another bite of
his sandwich, considering my question.

“Mm, yes, I’d be attracted to a
woman who was confident enough in herself not to care, but sadly I am single at
this moment in time.”

He said everything with a hint of
humor, playing me.

“Not for long if you were inclined,”
I said, looking around. “I’m surprised I got to sit anywhere near you yesterday
especially after that masterful presentation.”

“I could do it again for you, as a
private presentation.” He raised an eyebrow.

The bell rang for the conference
to continue.

“Damn, another time,” I played
him. I suspect my lack of interest in Dane was an aphrodisiac for him. Men! “Um,
it looks like Kelly is trying to get your attention.” When the gorgeous Dane
turned to look at her, I sneaked away before he turned back.

Lucky I had Tomás on my radar
because I suspect Dane would be a hard act to resist... there’s something about
those blue eyes that draws a girl in. But tonight, I’d be looking into the
deep, dark, chocolate eyes of my Latin lover and experiencing my second sex
class—the many wonders of the tongue.

Chapter 20

I easily escaped from the ball at nine-thirty. I
wanted to say goodbye to Dane but he was preoccupied on the dance floor, so I
just took the opportunity between mains and dessert to flee. He had made the
conference fun and with his handsome good looks, just a little bit exciting.

It was nearing ten o’clock as I approached
Tomás’s house—much better on the timing, and neither of us would be as exhausted.
I turned into his street. His house was way down the end—private and on a
large, secluded block of land. Then I saw it; his house looked like a Christmas
tree—every single light that could be put on in the house was on. I started
laughing, because it was so adorable. It looked all the more odd as the street
was so dark but yet down the end was this huge lit up building that looked as
if it was draining the power from the neighborhood.

This man was gorgeous. I couldn’t
wipe the smile from my face. I parked my car against the
curb
out
the front of his house and grabbed my overnight bag, before alighting and
locking the car. I walked up the path to the front door. Tomás answered before
I raised my hand to knock and I dropped my bag and threw my arms around his
neck.

“You are so gorgeous,” I told him.
“I love that you did that, thank you.”

“What is this?” He pulled me away,
his eyes lit up, taking in my costume. I had forgotten in the excitement of the
Christmas tree lit house

“It was a superhero themed ball,”
I explained. “I love Catwoman, she’s so... capable.”

“Al...iss, you’re a danger to
yourself and you don’t even know it. Have you any idea how sexy that looks? Turn
around,” he ordered. I did a full rotation in my Catwoman costume—it was a sleek
and fitted black jumpsuit with a cool utility belt, long black gloves to the
elbow, high black leather boots to the knees and a little cat’s ears headpiece.

I turned to face him again after
pirouetting and gave him a soft meow.

“I think I’ve just lost control.” He
grinned, and then pulled me closer and kissed me. His hands ran over my fitted
suit, across my back, butt and hips.

He kept kissing me as he picked me
up with one arm under my butt, grabbed my bag with his free hand and closed the
door with his foot.

When he stopped kissing me and let
me breathe I had tears in my eyes. “Thank you for the Christmas tree house,” I
said.

He grinned. “I didn’t want you to
drive by and go home again,” he said, still holding me against him. He kissed
me again. “Did I mention you are cute?”

“Never,” I told him and his eyes
narrowed. He began to carry me upstairs.

“Um, lights?” I said. “You might
be draining the power from the neighborhood.”

“Ah, right,” he said, and lowered
me to the ground. He did a quick run around on the lower level turning off the
lights, inside and out. He returned, took my bag and my hand and led me
upstairs to his room, turning off more lights along the way. Eventually, there
was only one light left on—a soft lamp in his room.

He put my bag down on a chair and
pulled me closer. “You look super sexy in this outfit, pussy, too good to take
off, but I will anyway,” he said.

I laughed and snuggled into his
embrace. I inhaled him and felt my body begin to relax. I sighed. “I’ve needed
this. I’ve missed you. You’ve dominated my every thought,” I said, then
wondered if I had put too much out there.

“I haven’t had a sensible thought
in days, you’re a very bad influence on me and very distracting,” he said
matter-of-factly. Ah, the beauty of direct translation. “Leave those kitty ears
on but the rest is coming off.”

I purred as I pulled off the long
gloves one a time as though I was in a strip show, and threw them over the
chair. I worked through the outfit until I stood in a black lace bra, matching
boy-cut panties and my cat ears. Tomás had been lying back, enjoying the show.

He moved to sit on the edge of the
bed and he pulled me between his legs. “Magnificent. Can you wear that every
time?” he teased.

“I was thinking of being a private
investigator next time and just coming naked under a trench coat,” I said.

“Stop talking now or the
consequences will be very bad,” Tomás said in a low growl. He pulled me onto
the bed and positioned himself on top of me.

“Tonight’s lesson, Cookie, is the
power of the tongue.” With that he leaned forward and slipped his tongue
between my lips, kissing me passionately. If I wasn’t wet before I was
officially wet below now. He moved away from my mouth and I wanted him back
immediately. Tomás peeled away the lace of my bra cup, studied my breast and then
ran his tongue over my nipple.

I shuddered. “Wow, powerful tongue,”
I murmured feeling a bit giddy.

“Mm,” he said and began to use his
teeth on my nipple. Good God. I groaned with pleasure as I tripped with the
ecstasy of it. He moved to my other breast, nudged away the lace, then changed
his mind and unclipped my bra, removing it completely. He moved his hands to my
neck and back and pulled me tight against him taking my nipple in his mouth and
sucking and licking. My back arched as my breast pushed into his mouth. It was
achingly good and so worth the wait to get to tongue class. Tomás lowered me
back onto the sheets, rose and moved to the edge of the bed, pulling me towards
him so that my legs lay over the edge. He worked my black lace panties down and
separated my legs with strong hands. I instinctively went to close them—years
of practice—but he forced them apart. He placed a thumb on either side of my
vagina lips, just inside the thigh and with one quick lick brushed his tongue
over my clit.

I cried out and arched my back
with pleasure and surprise as Tomás spread his fingers across my inner legs,
holding me down. His thumbs pressed into me pinning me open and his tongue
began to do its work and it was good work. I was so close already that the feel
of his breath on my sensitive vulva was enough to push me to the edge of coming.
I was also crazily self-conscious; it was such a vulnerable position, such a
shared, intimate act.

His thumbs kept me exposed,
opening me to him and adding pressure wherever they touched, not letting me
move and framing my quivering body. His tongue was tasting me, and circling my sex—licking,
touching, teasing—it was unbearably good. His thumbs released me and I tried
not to writhe too much. He slipped just one finger inside and I almost leaped
with surprise.

“It’s okay, my Al...iss,” he said,
and returned his tongue to work. It started working faster and he moved a hand
to my nipple and pinched it. I was panting now with pleasure.

“How do you know to do that? That
thing with your tongue and thumb... it’s so good.” I was ranting like a virgin
high on sex. Different parts of me were sending sensation signals to my brain
and body simultaneously and then he sucked on me, taking my sex in his mouth
and sucking it. It felt so hot—the heat from his mouth on my desperately needy
tip.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “I’m going
to...” and I dug my fingers into his shoulders and reached that place, most
spectacularly. Heat rushed everywhere, like nothing I’d ever felt before. Like
nothing I could compare or explain—chocolate, ice-cream, hot baths, my own handiwork,
nothing. He held me while the shudders rose and faded and I got my focus back. It
took a while. I was weak.

“Oh, it’s you,” I teased him when the
haze was lifted from my eyes and I could see him clearly again; my heart was
still pounding.

He shook his head and stroked my
face, watching my reactions with a smile on his lips. “Al...iss, are you a happy
pussy?” he asked.

“Oh yes, thank you, I’m a very happy
kitty cat,” I told him and then I looked at him from head to toe.

“Tomás, you still have clothes
on.”

“It appears so,” he nodded. “But
lucky for me, you don’t.”

“Well, get your clothes off,” I
insisted. While he pulled his T-shirt over his head, I leaned over and pulled
down his black track pants. He laughed in surprise and I found myself
face-to-face with his delicious grey boxer-briefs and a large and willing
penis.

“Oh my, that has to be licked,” I
said.

Tomás smiled and stepped away from
his clothes pool. He grabbed me and we fell back on the bed, with me on top of
him where I could feel his erection pressing into me and see first-hand those tight
muscles. He used his muscled arms to pull me up his chest for a kiss.

“I’m going to start my tongue
class,” I told him when he released me and to make sure I had his attention.

He nodded in agreement. “Right,
well good luck Al…iss,” he said, encouragingly. “Don’t hesitate to ask if you
need guidance.”

I grinned and worked my way down
his body just a little to get into a good straddle position where I could feel
his penis pushing against his briefs and my vagina. I began by licking his
nipple and then I nipped it and his body reacted with a quick shudder.

“Hurt?” I frowned, concerned.
Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

“No... that sent an electric
charge straight to my dick,” he said.

I smiled encouraged and kept
going. I licked right down his chest, across the ridges of his abs and I
watched as his eyes alternated between watching me and closing. I felt the
tremor in his muscles as my tongue travelled along them. I got down to his
boxer-briefs and noticed his erection was dying to burst out. I left it just
that bit longer and licked around the line of his boxers and inside his thighs
all with a promise of entry. As my tongue went around the inside of his thigh
near his balls, he stiffened even more—sensational, I loved it when I got a
reaction. I glanced to his beautiful face. His eyes were closed and he looked
so edible.

I peeled back his boxer-briefs—my favorite
part, like undoing gift wrapping—he was hard and perfect and breathtaking. I’m
new at this but my tongue seemed to know what to do, what it wanted to do more
to the point. It began, licking up and down the stem of his penis as though it
was an ice-cream. Warm skin, beautiful scent. I moved to his balls and I put
into practice some of the tips I read online on how to perform on a man. He
coached me a little—softer, harder, faster, careful—as I licked around his
balls and then gently took one in my mouth. I felt his whole body stiffen and
he held his breath—I’m not sure if he was worried that his student would bite
him or he was totally pleasured.

I released him and began licking
again, building trust and repeating it all.

“For the love of all that is
holy,” he muttered.

“Are you religious?” I asked
between licks.

“I am now,” he said, breathlessly,
his hands gripping my legs or the sheets alternatively.

I took his penis in my hand and
begin to stroke it as I licked the head—big circle licks. Tomás’s whole body
looked so taut; it was magic to see, I could look at it all day. I took his head
into my mouth and slowly sucked and released, all the time building up the pace
and rhythm of my hand on his cock. He began to moan as the urgency increased
and moments later I knew he was close; his hand worked a handful of my hair,
gripping and releasing.

I wasn’t sure how to bring it
across the line but then Tomás must have sensed that.

“Keep the tempo up now, Al...iss,”
he coached in a husky voice.

I went a little faster and a
little more intensely.

“That’s it, fuck, yes,” he
groaned. “I’m going to come,” he warned me, and there it was—Tomás pushed my
head back and his milky white ejection covered my hand and his stomach. I
slowed but kept going, working my hand up and down his stem until he couldn’t
take any more.

I was stoked—that was the most
amazing experience ever and pleasuring someone you are crazy about is as
satisfying as being pleasured. Sex school was the best.

“Come up here to me,” he moaned.

I moved up the bed and wrapped
myself around him, avoiding his wet patches. He looked at me with a mixed look
of astonishment and satisfaction, a growl rumbling in his chest like a
satisfied lion. I couldn’t help but grin.

“Was that okay?” I asked.

“Fuck, Al...iss, you are a very
gifted student.”

“Maybe you should move me to the
scholarship program,” I teased, trailing my fingers along his chest.

“Oh
bella
, you are there, my
number one girl,” he said.

The rush of excitement filled me
and I wondered if he meant I’m his girl, his only girl or just his top student.
I didn’t want to think about it now, I just wanted to enjoy this, because it was
fun and delicious and I was in love—the truth hit me—and Tomás was right... it was
memorable. I would never, ever forget this experience and the journey to losing
my virginity.

But tomorrow, Julieta—whoever she
might be—was arriving.