Team Tomás (The Saints Team #2) (20 page)

“I’m not going to last, Tomás,” I
said, almost panting. I was scared to come too early but I felt I had no
control. I moved a hand down and slid it between us. I wanted to feel his balls
tighten and I touched them lightly. He made a strained noise as if he was only
just keeping it together, and closed his eyes. He grabbed my hand away as
though I had done something wrong.

“I am so close, I have to get some
control here,” he explained, and bit his lower lip. “You are like a vice around
me Al...iss, I’m going to lose my load any second.” And then he stepped it up
and I cried out with the intensity of the sudden pace and electricity running
through us.

We were both so needy that I wanted
it all now, immediately and as he brought me to the point of no return, I arched
and came so loudly I should have been embarrassed. Tomás crushed me against him
and released himself inside me. I felt him pumping, felt the hum in his chest
and the moan on his breath. We were both panting as if it was the end of a
marathon and when we had nothing left, Tomás’s muscles started to relax. He didn’t
release me but lowered himself, turning me slightly to sidle up next to me,
still inside me.

He opened his eyes and really looked
at me. I knew I had tears in my eyes and I saw him frown, confused. I cleared
my throat to speak.

“I’m not hurt, I’m in love,” I
whispered and he smiled and breathed out a sigh of relief.

We didn’t move for a short while, until
eventually he pulled out of me, turned to remove the condom and headed to his
ensuite bathroom to dispose of it. I watched him in all his naked beauty walk
across the room and then back to me—every muscle and sinew defined. He lowered
himself to lay next to me and pulled me into the cradle of his arms.

He reached his hand between my
legs and I stiffened.

“I won’t hurt you,” he said. He
gently ran his fingers over me. “Sore?”

“A little,” I confessed.

He moved his hand back up and laid
it across my breast as if he was claiming me.

“I love you, Al...iss,” he whispered.

“I love you, Tomás. Thank you for
taking my virginity.”

“Thank you for giving it to me.
The pleasure was all mine.”

“No, trust me, it was mine.” I
smiled.

“No
bella
, I insist, it was
all mine.”

I grinned. “Tomás my teacher,
trust me, the pleasure was...”

And he laughed and kissed me,
taking the words right out of my mouth.

Chapter 35

Saturday and a game day at home... how I loved them.
I loved being part of the organization, part of the game day atmosphere, being
at the match and being with Tomás. It didn’t get any better. I loved it when
the Saints ran on the field, especially Tomás, and I loved watching him as he
managed the goalkeeper’s area so masterfully. It was foreplay on a major scale.
I was officially staff and a WAG so it was a strange line as some of the WAGs
were a bit standoffish with the female staff and vice versa. Whatever, I had
Mia with me on match days anyway and I found everyone had been really nice to
me so far.

This weekend we were playing the
Warriors—a team from Washington D.C.—well not me personally, the team was
playing them, but I was well and truly there in spirit. We had beaten the
Warriors once and lost to them once so it was a bit of a grudge match. On
Saturday morning Tomás left for the club early and I went home to my place to
shower and change. When I got there, Nik had gone too and headed to the ground,
so Cassie and I sneaked a look at his room—he was right, he had nothing. He
must have arrived with a suitcase of clothes and that’s it. Good thing it was
furnished thanks to Cassie’s folks. We hadn’t all been home one night together
yet, but I was kind of looking forward to that.

I had a bit of discomfort walking for
a few days after giving up the big V, as if I had been horse riding for hours
and I guess I had been—riding a tall, dark, Latin stallion called Tomás, that
night and the next morning. Tonight we would play again, and it would be even
sweeter if the Saints could win so we could be on a game high in the bedroom
too. I couldn’t believe that I looked the same the next day after losing my
virginity. I know that probably sounds lame, but every mother-figure I knew
from home to school made such a big deal of ‘giving’ it up, yet life went on
the next day.

Bringing my mind back to work, I
checked that all of my event contacts and charges were doing what they were
supposed to do, then checked in with Jim, Kay and Sasha. Everything was under
control, or so I thought until I got called to the entertainment change
rooms—my Saint Bernard dog mascot was feeling unwell and she had to go home.
No! Mascot girl gave me a really apologetic look before leaving, but what do
you do?

I rang the backup Saint Bernard
dog costume wearer, yeah we had a few—one guy, two girls—and he was on his way,
coming to the game anyway and happy to earn a few dollars. So there was just
the small problem of the Saint Bernard mascot appearance in the kids’ area in
fifteen minutes. Well, looked as if it was me. Sasha nearly pissed herself
laughing as she walked in on me putting on the suit.

“What the...?” She tossed her head
back and laughed again.

“I’ve got a sick dog, and another
is on the way,” I explained, “and the kids are expecting the Saints’ mascot to
appear in fifteen minutes.”

She laughed again. “I’ll escort
you, I’m not needed in the media box yet. You’ll fall over your feet otherwise
if you are not used to wearing it.”

Sasha was right. The Saint Bernard
dog suit was super padded, probably to protect the wearer from the hugging kids
and the little shits who decided to tackle the dog, and the head was so huge it
took some balance to put one foot in front of the other. I positioned the head
so I could see out and turned to face Sasha who still thought it was funny.

“What? Haven’t you seen an event
girl in a dog suit before?” I shook my dog head.

“Hell yeah,” she laughed. “But I
keep picturing you wearing it into the bedroom. Puts a whole new slant on doggy
position.”

I laughed. Would Tomás find me
sexy in doggy position? Hmm, I wonder if he’d like to do the mascot.

 “You’re sick, Sasha,” I told her,
and poked her with my large dog costume hand. “Come on, clean it up, I’ve got
kids to pat on the head.”

She led me to the kids’ play area
and they all cheered and ran towards me. Holy fuck, it’s scary seeing about two
dozen kids running towards you. I almost toppled over but luckily most of them
were hugging not tackling me over. Of course there’s always one kid who is
obnoxious and today was no exception. I kicked the soccer ball as best as I
could coordinate my foot and the costume and danced around like an idiot,
whatever. I only had to last fifteen minutes and then it was job done.

“I’ll be back for you in five
minutes,” Sasha said, “just got to take this call—try to stay upright.” I saw
her move to the playground boundary and I tried to balance in the suit. I
neared the swings just in time to overhear several women talking as they
watched their kids play. I wasn’t sure if they were WAGS or members or groupies,
I couldn’t turn around far enough in the suit to see and the dog head had no
peripheral vision of course—damn it. But on hearing Tomás’s name mentioned, my dog
ears instantly tuned in.

“Wasn’t he gorgeous doing that
tango?” said Voice-1.

“Oh my yes, I almost had to finish
the job under the table myself,” Voice-2 said, obviously trying to be discreet
with kids around. I knew what she meant even though it was hard to hear them
all talking and lusting over my Tomás. Their voices mixed in together but I
think there were at least four women there.

 “I caught up with Valentina at
the lunch,” one of them continued, “and she said he had broken up with his
girlfriend from home and she was heading back there alone.”

“She’s gone, went on Wednesday. I
can’t believe she waited a year to come over anyway. Did she really think he
was going to be loyal?”

“Can’t blame him for wanting some
breathing space though. New club, new pressures, that sort of thing.”

“I heard he’s in love with a girl
from the office.”

I wanted to pull my costume head
off and yell, “He is and I’m in love with him, life is so good” but I didn’t
want to give the kids a shock and send them all into therapy.

“Lucky her,” one of the women
said. “Well it will be interesting; he’s been on the scene for a while, what
will his fan girls do?”

Another laughed. “I guess they’ll
move onto Russian. Leesa’s gone you know.”

“What was that about?” I
recognized Voice-1 asking the question and I moved away. I danced with a few
kids, chased one off that kicked me in the shins the little shit and waved to
the kids as I made it to the exit. Sasha grabbed my furry costumed arm at the
gate. We headed to the dressing room, continuing to wave and pose for photos
all the way back.

I couldn’t believe I’d caught that
snatch of conversation. We went inside, I pulled the head off and breathed—it
was so hot in there. My hair was now a mess but at least it had volume. I
thanked Sasha and we parted; she headed for the media box and I headed up to
sit with Mia. The game was about to begin and I was the girl from the office
that Tomás was in love with. I’m sure it was impossible to be any happier.

Chapter 36

It had been a great game and the Saints continued
their winning streak. For the first time, we were all home together—Cassie, Nik
and me—plus Tomás. He stretched his long legs out in front of him on the
L-shaped couch.

“I am so stiff,” he moaned.

“For God’s sake
Tango
, keep
your erection updates to yourself,” Nik ragged him.

Tomás gave him a wry look.

“I could rub you if you like?” I
offered and Tomás brightened. This time Nik groaned.

“Well that’s hardly fair is it?” big,
tall, German Nik complained. “Lucas has a live in physio, you have a girlfriend
who is prepared to give you post-match rubs, what do I have?”

“Well, pizzas on the way,” Cassie
said, appearing from the kitchen with a bowl of pretzels and some more beers.
“Shove over.”

She pushed between Nik and me and
took up the consoles on the couch. “Come on Nik, show me what you are made of,”
she challenged him and he grabbed for the console nearest him to start the
game.

“You should know better than to
challenge a game warrior at his own game,” Nik growled at her. “Be afraid, be
very afraid.”

“C’mon Cookie, show me your
technique,” Tomás said, and ran a hand down my back, making me shiver.

“Lie back,” I said, directing him on
the ‘L’ side of the couch that was empty. I was surprised neither of the guys
wanted to go out to celebrate our fantastic win and their great individual
performances but they seemed happy to stay in and hang out with a few drinks
and pizza.

Tomás moved and stretched out,
propping a cushion behind his head. The action game started opposite us with
Nik and Cassie glued to the screen.

“It would be easier with your
track pants off,” I said.

“Leave them on,” Nik demanded. “If
this gets too hot, you two are taking it to the bedroom.”

“You’re sounding a little
frustrated there Niklas,” Tomás tormented him.

“Shut up.”

“Mm, that’s good Al...iss, so
good,” Tomás groaned with exaggeration as I sat on his butt and started on his
shoulders.

“That’s it,” Nik groaned, “I’m
going to call a friend.”

“Is she a good German girl?” Tomás
teased. “Is her name Gertrud, Hildegard, Lieselotte?”

“I have two words for you
Tango
,
World Cup,” Nik said, and smirked.

“You may have won it in 2014, but
remember South America has won it more than Germany,” Tomás retorted. “Ah
that’s so good, Al…is, so good.”

I turned around and began working
on his legs and those thigh muscles, sigh, such a tough job but I was just the
girl for it.

There was a knock on the door and
no-one wanted to move to get it.

“Might be pizza,” Cassie said.

“Or Lucas and Mia,” I suggested.

“Come in,” Nik yelled out and the
door opened. Lukas and Mia bounded in.

“For the love of God you’re doing
that in public now?” Lucas grimaced, seeing me sitting on Tomás. I turned to
give them both the look that said ‘
you can talk.’

“Oh, you’re both fully dressed,
that’s fine then,” Lucas said, coming around the end of the couch.

“Hello Mia and Luke,” Tomás said,
in a voice that was groggy with relaxation and who knows what else.

After greetings, Mia dropped down
next to Cassie while Lucas stuck their drinks in the fridge and grabbed a fresh
round for everyone. I couldn’t help but think as I looked at Cassie and Mia how
strange it was that we had been friends for years at school and college and
here we were with three hot Saints players and hanging together. I sighed with
contentment.

“Where’s Rick?” Mia asked Cassie.

Cassie cheered on eliminating Nik
in the game and then turned to Mia. “Get real, I like Rick, I’m not bringing
him over here and scaring him off.”

“Well thanks for that,” Nik said.

She laughed. They enjoyed taunting
each other.

“Call him, he should be here,” Tomás
said. “I wouldn’t leave you by yourself with a single man like Kaiser in the apartment.”

“We know.” Nik shut him down.
“You’ve already pissed out your territory all over Alice and her room. We get
it.”

Tomás grinned.

“Want to turn over?” I asked him.

“Ah, probably not,” he said,
keeping his eyes closed.

“Wasn’t that any good?” I asked,
shaking out my sore hands. I knew sports massage was a skill that I didn’t have
but I had a fair shot at it—okay, I enjoyed it as much as Tomás but every job
has a silver lining.

“He’s got a huge boner, Alice,”
Nik said, “that’s why he can’t turn over.”

“Eww,” Cassie said and hit Nik. “We
all know that, you don’t have to voice it.”

“Well clearly Alice didn’t know,”
Nik said, looking at me.

“Oh,” I said, rather pleased.

“You are so sweet and naive, Al...iss,”
Tomás said, smiling.

“I’m not naive, I just thought you
were talking technique. It’s hard to get it right.”

“It’s hard, that’s for sure,” Tomás
said.

Cassie covered her ears. “Okay,
you two—Nik, Tomás—stop talking. Where’s the fucking pizza?”

“Call Rick.” Lucas nudged Cassie.
“We want to meet him.”

“Fine, but be nice to him you
guys,” she said, and rose to get her phone.

“Ask him to bring more beer,” Nik added.

“And a beer wench for the Kaiser,”
Tomás added.

Cassie looked at me and rolled her
eyes as she dialed the number. “And you wonder why I don’t ask him over.”

I rose to get off Tomás’s butt where
I had been perched for his back massage and as soon as I was off, he jumped up
and picked me up, lifting me under my butt and pressing me against his chest,
attempting to hide the bulge in his pants. I wrapped my legs around him and
hung on.

“Got to show you something,
Al...iss,” he said, and he strode with me towards my bedroom.

“Did it come from Buenos Aires?” I
teased him.

“It’s about to,” he said.

 I heard Lucas laughing and Mia
groaned. I really wanted to see what he had to show me.

Tomás flicked the door closed with
his foot and rushed me to the bed. I reached over and flicked on my stereo even
though there was music playing in the living area, just to mask any unexpected
noises. While he pulled my jeans down I helped pull his track pants and
boxer-briefs off.

“You are stiff!” I exclaimed. Tomás
was so hard that I couldn’t believe it wouldn’t be uncomfortable.

“Fix it for me, Cookie,” he said,
as I took his large erection in my hands. He slipped a finger between my legs.

“Nope, it is all about you tonight
my guy,” I said, removing his hand. “I’m plenty wet already from massaging you,
slip in.” I opened my bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. “I bought these
anticipating you might use them.”

“Very thoughtful of you,
gorgeous,” he said, taking it from me, opening the wrapper and slipping it on
as I watched with fascination.

Tomás was such an unselfish lover
but tonight I just wanted to meet his needs and get him off. It would help
relax him too after the highs of the day. He didn’t need any encouragement and
flipped me over. He grabbed a pillow, put it under my stomach and rubbed his
hands on my ass.

“Such a cute little ass,” he said.
Luckily he couldn’t see me blush. He eased into me slowly, giving my insides
time to adjust to his size. I heard him exhale as he controlled himself to
enter slowly; I suspect he wanted it fast and hard. I threw the pillow away and
arched up into doggy position, giving him good access—I know, always thinking
about him.

He rocked back and forward, his rock-hard
stomach hitting against my butt, his erection feeling like it was so deep it
was going to come out of my mouth. His action seemed desperate for relief, more
than he had been before—must be a post-match high. He reached around and grabbed
my breasts, squeezing my nipples as he drove in farther.

“Fuck you feel so good my
Al...iss, so good,” he hissed as one of his hands moved to my hip, the other
worked my breast. His pace began to increase, steadily pushing into me, faster
and faster he rode me. My body ached with pleasure and pain, tightness and
tingles. He moved both hands onto my hips trying to keep me steady but he hit
some sweet spot that made me arch with pleasure. I tried to muffle my cries; I
didn’t want anyone hearing my love making to Tomás.

And then Tomás came in a surge of
power and energy, his powerful arms gripping me tightly, his erection full and
pumping inside me. He made a noise that sounded half guttural and raw and I
drank in his power and his recovery. But he didn’t release me. He stayed inside
me and pulled me up from doggy position, leaving me on my knees. He knelt
behind me on the bed.

“We’re not leaving this room until
you come too,” he said in my ear.

I went to protest but he gently
smacked my butt cheek which he still had good access to.

“Don’t defy the teacher, Al...iss.
Put your hands behind my neck,” he said, pressing me hard against him and
speaking close to my ear. He was still inside me as he kept me pushed hard
against him.

I raised my arms and webbed my
fingers; lacing them behind his neck. He placed both hands on my breasts and
tugged at my nipples. I almost dropped my hands but he growled at me not to
move and I tried to hold the position; I felt as if I was displayed. Then he
moved one hand down between my legs and without letting me move he taunted me;
teasing my nipple, running his fingers along my sex, making me feel giddy.
Thank God I was kneeling and leaning against him, otherwise I would have
collapse in an orgasmic heap.

And then he added a hint of
pressure, a nip of my clit, a pinch on my nipple—erotic, sensual,
painful—building the pace, circling, faster. I came within seconds, gasping,
trying to shut down my desire to scream his name.

He gripped my body and leaned
forward, lowering us both on the bed. We lay naked, wrapped in each other.

“That was a good position,” I
said, a little post-orgasmic drunk.

“So many to try... we may have to
increase your homework,” Tomás teased. “You know, after Wednesday night…”

“I remember Wednesday night,” I
assured him.

He smiled and continued. “I could
feel you around me all the next day, you were so tight; I had an erection all
day… such a turn on.”

I smiled with delight. Moments
later a loud knock on the door had me reaching for the sheet but Tomás covered
me.

“Pizza’s here,” Cassie called
without opening the door.

“Thanks,” I called back in a husky
voice... my speech hadn’t fully returned yet.

“Now Al...iss, try and keep your
hands off me long enough to feed me; a man has to eat,” Tomás said. “I need to
keep my strength up.”

“Somehow, I don’t think keeping it
up is going to be a problem,” I teased him.

Lucas knocked on the door but
didn’t open it either. Thank goodness everyone was well trained. “Pizza is
good,” he said, “come on you two, surface for air or we’ll all come in there
and have a picnic with you.”

“They wouldn’t would they?” I
asked.

We jumped up and pulled some
clothes on. Tomás groaned as he dressed, his post-match injuries tender and his
body stiffening on him.

“Are you okay?” I asked, stopping
to watch him. “Does the doctor or physio check you guys out before you go
home?”

“It’s just normal, nothing is
broken,” he said, and covered himself quickly.

“I’m sorry if my massage was too
rough,” I said, having not realized he was sporting so many bumps and bruises.

He stopped and smiled at me. “It
was perfect. You have tender hands and a tender heart, Cookie.”

“I’m invested in that body,” I
said, and bit my lip as I ran my eyes over him. He was the most beautiful man I
had ever seen or been with.

“Are you undressing me?” He faked a
shocked look.

I giggled like a schoolgirl.

“We’re not leaving this room if
you keep that up,” Tomás warned me.

Nik called from right outside our
door. “Mm, pizza is so good there won’t be any left soon.”

“Right, focus,” I said, “you need
to eat.” I caught myself in the mirror, I looked like a ruffled mess. At times
like this I wished I had the ensuite so I didn’t have to go out in front of
everyone to get to the bathroom.

“Leave it, I love that you look
like you’ve just had sex.” Tomás ruffled up my hair again.

Lucas yelled from the living room.
“
Tango
, can you teach Mia and me to do the tango?”

Tomás rolled his eyes and took my hand.
He opened my bedroom door and we wandered into the kitchen where everyone was eating
pizza.

“There’s no meat on this pizza,”
Lucas complained, opening one of the boxes.

“Because it’s on all the other
pizzas,” Mia said and steered him towards another box.

“So are you going to teach us all the
tango,
Tango
?” Nik asked.

“No, fuck off, Kaiser,” Tomás
said. He waved a Diet Coke at me and I nodded. He grabbed himself another beer.

“If you learned to dance, you
might have a better chance of pulling a chick,” Lucas said to Nik.

“I do all right,” Nik said,
defensively.

Mia, Cassie and I looked at each
other and smiled. Bless the Saints. I looked over at Tomás as he sparred with
the boys. He took a long sip of his beer and I watched as he swallowed,
followed the fluid as it made its way down the inside of his chest, traced his
muscles and down to those sexy hips with his tempting... then I realized Tomás
was watching me with his tongue in his cheek. Around us, our friends were
bantering but we were locked in a gaze.

He smiled and took my breath away,
again. He tipped his head slightly indicating I should follow him and for just
a moment we slipped away. He took my hand and we exited to the cool of the
balcony—it felt good after the heated passion of the bedroom.