Team Tomás (The Saints Team #2) (9 page)

“Open your legs,” he ordered me
and I separated them a few inches. He tapped inside each thigh.

“Open them wider,” he said,
tapping each inner thigh more, demanding action.

I opened my legs until they were
about a foot apart and as wide as my skirt, pooled around my ankles, would
allow. I braced as I felt his hand move from one of my butt cheeks to between
them. I clenched as he leaned over me and moved a hand between my folds up to
the clit. I could feel my wetness and his touch sent me through the roof.

“You are so wet, you’re making me
hard again,” he said. He used two fingers to travel up the length of me like
going the wrong way up a slide, and reaching the top he began to circle my clit.
I gasped with the friction of his touch and wished he had easy access to my
nipples which were begging to be touched. Oh my God I wanted this—the exposure,
the pleasure, the embarrassment and the thrill, all fighting each other while Tomás
breathed near my ear and stroked me below. Then I felt his hardness again. He
had used his spare hand to pull his erect penis out again and he placed it
between my butt cheeks.

I arched up; I hadn’t felt that
before like that.

“Shh, it’s okay, I promise,” he
said, and placed his hand on the center of my back, gently pushing me down
again on the table. “Trust me, I’m not going to enter you.”

His pace increased on my clit,
dipping into my wetness then finding his mark again, his erection filled the
area between my butt cheeks. I was only seconds away from coming as he moved
his hand off my back and slid it around past my throat, down the front of my
work shirt and straight into my bra.

Thank God. Really, I mean it, thank
you.

He grabbed my hardened nipple
between
his forefinger and
thumb and gently tugged it. I was gone, exploding in a full-throbbing orgasm,
pleasure overwhelming me.

I rode it forever
and when I pulled his hand away from me, unable to take any more, Tomás left
his erect penis between my cheeks and lowered himself onto me, holding me from
behind in an embrace. I moaned and managed to mumble a few grateful words.

When I was back on Earth,
Tomás rose off me, and put himself away. He lifted my skirt off the floor,
pulled it back up over my hips and zipped me up. He helped me up and I tucked
in my shirt, straightened my scarf and patted down my hair. Unfortunately the
flushed, happy look on my face gave it away.

“I am speechless,”
I said, still slightly breathless and he grinned.

“Best press conference ever,” he
agreed and pulled me closer for a kiss.

“They’ll all know,” I bemoaned. “Look
at me. I look like the most satisfied woman on the planet.”

“My beautiful Cookie, let them be
jealous,” he said.

I took a deep breath and nodded as
Tomás checked us both.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded and he unlocked the door,
looked out and gave the all clear. Sometimes, I wish I smoked.

Chapter 17

Luckily when I returned to my desk, Sasha had gone
out for lunch and Kay was in the lunch room talking with Ed. I snuck in,
grabbed my can of diet cola from the staff fridge and returning to my desk,
touched up my make-up before they both arrived back. Wow, what a day at the
office—they never taught this at college. Sasha and Kay returned not long after
and we did what Sasha called a ‘post mortem’ on the morning’s events. Sasha was
satisfied it went well. I thought it had gone particularly well, especially the
part where I had Tomás’s dick rammed between my butt cheeks and his fingers
working me as though he was playing a violin. Wow, great image in my head.

Interrupting my dick thoughts,
Kay, Sasha and I jumped as a huge bellow came through the wall from the
security office on the other side to us.

“What the hell?” Sasha said, and
ran towards the office door. Kay and I followed.

Sasha pushed opened the door to
the security office and we found The Russian standing on his chair. His head
was bowed so it didn’t go through the ceiling given he was six-foot-five and
add another couple of feet for the chair. Ed was under the desk and we had a
good view of his very fine, firm butt.

“Got it cornered,” he yelled. “Someone
pass me the biscuit tin.”

“Mouse!” Russian told us.

“What the fuck?” Sasha looked at
him. She grabbed the tin, took the plastic bag of biscuits out and passed it
under the desk to Ed.

“I hate rodents,” Russian
explained.

“What are you; an elephant?” I
asked, and Kay broke up laughing. “It’s probably terrified of you.”

“Yeah, well I don’t like it
either,” he said. “
Mythbusters
proved that’s not a myth you know...
elephants really are scared of mice.”

“Good to know,” Sasha said.

I raced out, grabbed my phone and
came back to snap a pic of Russian on the chair and Ed under the desk. Moments
later, Ed crawled back out from under the desk with a closed tin in his hand.

“Got it buddy, you can get down
now,” he assured Russian. “I’ll let it go outside.”

“Way outside,” Russian said and Ed
nodded.

“You poor darling,” Kay said,
watching Russian get off the chair. “Want a cup of tea, love?”

Sasha and I shook our heads and
Russian grinned. “Thank you Kay, that would help a lot.”

She took his mug and gave his
shoulder a pat.

“I could use a massage on my
shoulders too, Alice, to release some of the stress,” he said, looking at me.

“Gee, sorry Russian. I’m an events
girl, not a masseuse. Sash?”

She rolled her eyes. “As if.” She
turned and walked out.

I shrugged and followed her out.

“Yeah thanks for nothing you two,”
he called after us.

Never a dull moment in the office.
Well, tick that box—Jim wanted good ‘behind the scenes’ Saints’ pics for the
fans on Facebook and Twitter and now I had another good one. Always on the job
even when I’m perving.

*****

That night, I was in my room working on my final
assignment when my ‘homework’ assignment from Tomás came through.

TOMÁS: Hello Cookie, home from
training, showered, & lying on bed thinking of U. Confirming U want 2 hang
out Fri night?

Ah this man made my heart race. I
think I hugged my phone to my chest. Just one small problem, being the new girl
I found out today that Jim had signed me up for two half-day marketing workshops
on Friday and Saturday which included two night functions and lots of good
opportunities for networking. It was good of him, but I really wanted the
Friday night tongue class with my favorite teacher. My heart raced just
thinking about it and I was thinking about it a lot.

Me: Wud luv 2 hang w you, but found
out this pm, I’ve got conference Fri & Sat nights. Won’t finish until after
10

Tomás: All good. Got Sunday game
so will b training both days & having quiet nites in. cum round after

Me: mite b late

Tomás: I’ll b up, really up, &
waiting

Me: Cute. Will do.

Tomás: Ready 4 your homework?

Me: Ready, teacher.

Tomás: Answer following... honestly.

Me: Okay, shoot.

Tomás: wud U rather I made U cum
in a crowded restaurant or in a cinema?

My breath caught and I almost
fanned myself for the heat level that had just risen in my room. I had to think
about these answers carefully in case he really made them happen; this could be
a research mission after all.

Tomás: U can only pick 1

Me: Cinema.

Tomás: wud U rather I made U cum
in nature or in a scented bath?

The way this was going, I was
going to come by my own hand pretty soon.

Me: Nature. Can I ask research
questions?

Tomás: No, student. wud U rather
sleep your 1st nyt next 2 me naked or in lingerie?

Naked, I think. But then again,
maybe I really would prefer lingerie so I wasn’t totally exposed, but somehow I
suspect Tomás would prefer naked especially as that implies we’ve already done
it. And if I was naked, it would be skin on skin. Tough one. I decided to go
for the naked option and hope he was still awake.

Me: Naked

Tomás: Wud U rather b tied up or
spanked.

Good grief! I slipped a finger
into my panties... oh yes, Tomás Carrera could make me so wet with just with a few
text messages.

Tomás: Clock is on. Don’t make me
delay tongue class cuz you haven’t done h/w

I quickly texted back.

Me: Umm, I haven’t done either...
I don’t know. Need experimenting.

Would he now do both? Damn, I
should have chosen.

Tomás: Very good answer, Cookie. Flowers
or chocolates?

Me: Flowers

That’s an easy one.

Tomás: Class over. C U 2moro night
L8, 4 tongue class. slp well, Cookie. Xx

Me: How can I sleep after that?

Tomás: Do wot I’m doin. Take
matters in 2 your own hands.

Me: You’re a tuf teacher

Tomás: No touching yourself from
2moro morn. I want U wired.

Me: Can’t W8 2 C U

Tomás: Can’t W8 2 lick all of U

Oh God, that did it, I had to
finish the job myself and it was all over in seconds.

Chapter 18

I was so lucky to be in a new job otherwise the time
I spent waiting to see Tomás would have seemed like a hundred years. But with
so much new stuff on the agenda, it was a great distraction. The Friday conference
was fun; people shared their event experience, clever themes and results. I
didn’t have anything to share except a few bridezilla tales which I kept to
myself; most event people had had those experiences.

On the first afternoon of the
conference I wandered in to find about fifty other people like myself, all
looking lost. I picked up my nametag and got adopted by a similarly lost
person.

“So, here to present or here to
learn?” a male voice asked.

I turned to find a guy about a
head taller than me and a few years older holding the events welcome kit and offering
me a smile that would have had any normal girl thinking, ‘hello this conference
is looking up’.

“Um, to learn. I’ve got nothing,”
I said. “And you?” I looked to his name tag, “...Dane Frazier.”

“Well, Alice Peterson,” he said
reading my name tag. “I’m here to do both, but thank God I’m presenting on the
first day so I can have a drink tonight and stop freaking out about it.” He
frowned. “Well that was uncool; I wish I hadn’t said that out loud.”

I laughed. “I love your honesty
Dane Frazier.”

I checked him out; no one could
compare to Tomás, but I was always looking for potential match-ups for Cassie,
Melissa and now Sasha. Still, a guy who looked as hot as Dane Frazier probably
had a girl. He was slim and tall. He might have had some muscles but I couldn’t
tell with the black jacket he was wearing over a white button down shirt with
jeans and boots. He had a good head—OMG, I had been at the club a week and I
was talking like some of the players. Dane had prominent blue eyes and dark
hair that looked as though it hadn’t seen a comb but which suited him.

“What do you do?” I asked. “Or
have I got to wait for the presentation?”

“No, I’ll treat you to a preview,”
he teased. “I work for the major film companies. I do events for major sponsors
and benefactors prior to the film launch.” He shrugged. “Sometimes they are
fundraisers, sometimes just publicity events or to thank sponsors.”

“Wow, that sounds fantastic,” I
said. “I’ve just started work for the Saints, but when I grow up, I want to create
great events for movie companies too!”

Dane laughed. “I wouldn’t mind a
gig with the Saints. They’re having a good season.”

“Three wins out of four,” I agreed.

“Got to be happy with that,” he
said.

“Are you into soccer?” I asked.

“I’m more of a football guy, but I’ll
pretty much watch any sport.”

The room was filling up around us
and two women joined us and introduced themselves as conference organizers. I
kept the cards they offered; who knew when I might be looking for my next job. A
voice over the speaker invited all of us to enter the main room for the
conference to begin.

“After you,” Dane said, and we
headed into the huge room which had been set up for the delegates. There were
probably three hundred or so people in attendance. Tonight was a get-to-know
you dinner and tomorrow night was an event ball. I’d hate the pressure of
preparing an event ball for event people! It really was good of my boss Jim to
send me to a conference that must have cost him at least a thousand dollars or
so from his budget, especially when I had been there for only a week. It was a
show of faith that made me determined to give him good value for money... in
the work sense of course. I shuddered at the thought of anything else with Jim.
Thank God he was happily married, or so Kay told me.

Dane sat next to me and we planted
ourselves about half way up the room and on the end of the aisle so that he
could get out of the row quickly to give his presentation. It was nice to be
sitting next to someone I knew sort of, even if we met only a minute ago.

“When are you on?” I asked.

“Third speaker, so in about an
hour’s time,” he said with a glance to his watch. I couldn’t blame him for
being nervous presenting in front of a huge group like this. Every now and then
his leg kept its own beat until he realized, straightened up and harnessed his
nerves.

The first speaker finished, the
second speaker followed and was much quicker. While Dane waited to be
introduced a gorgeous blonde seated in front of us, and I mean gorgeous, turned
around and had a quick chat to Dane. She didn’t notice me, which is fair enough
and I had a quick chat to the super fit looking woman in her late thirties
sitting on the other side of me. She explained that she ran her business from home
and specialized in events for the health industry.

“You know, fun runs, open days,
trade shows, major boot camps, that sort of thing,” she explained. “I like to
get to a couple of conferences a year just to see if there’s anything new
happening.”

“It’s my first,” I explained and I
complimented her, telling her that she looked super fit, which she did—I had
won a friend. Then I heard Dane’s name being called and I turned and wished him
luck. He got a warm round of applause and he glanced towards me, giving me a
look that said ‘notice me’. He began and I realized he needn’t have worried; he
turned on the charm and was a bit of a ham. It definitely wasn’t the first
presentation Dane had ever done. At the end, a few people raised their hands
with questions

The gorgeous blonde in front
raised her hand and asked, “What has been your personal favorite event, Dane?”

I had the feeling she wanted to
organize her own event with Dane after hours.

“Well, Kelly, the
Titanic
might have sunk, but there was no iceberg in sight for the event our agency did;
it was a huge hit.”

The audience laughed and a few people
called for more details. Dane obliged.

“Our film publicity agency wanted
to celebrate ten years in business so we picked one of the biggest films in
history as the theme. Two hundred guests—all VIPS—were invited and had to come
in costume representing the era of the
Titanic
. We gathered everyone for
drinks in the foyer of the five-star Grand Hotel and then moved them in for dinner
by opening the grand ballroom doors. We hired actors in costume to stand on the
level above them and throw streamers as they moved through the doors, as though
the ship was departing.” Dane stopped for effect as we all oohed-and-aahed at
the fun of it.

He continued. “We had a small
orchestra playing and the staff was all in costume. At the back of the room was
a huge Styrofoam iceberg with dry ice so it gave the appearance of being very
cold and very threatening. We did lots of things, as Kelly will remember.”

Kelly stood up. “One of the
waiters came to my table and told me it was time for my swimming lessons.” The
audience laughed again.

Dane wrapped up and came back to
sit beside me. Kelly turned and gave him a winning smile.

“Bravo,” I said to him, “that was
great. Your job sounds amazing.”

“Thanks.” He shrugged modestly.
“Now I can chill for the rest of the conference.” He exhaled.

The convener called for a break.

“Let’s get a coffee.” Dane nudged
me.

Kelly turned and gave me a
territorial look.

“Coming for a coffee?” I invited
her and she cheered up no end. Hey, I was happy to share; I had my hands full
right now with a certain soccer super star. A week earlier, Dane might have
been on my shopping list.

*****

There were a few hours break after the conference and
before the getting-to-know-you dinner so, I raced home, had a shower and packed
an overnight bag for staying at Tomás’s place, in Tomás’s bed, with Tomás’s
tongue working wonders. Right, I was back now but that was a great trip... I
sent him a text.

Me: Can’t W8 2 C U 2nt. Don’t txt
back I know U R @ training

My phone beeped moments later.

Tomás: Just heading there now. C U
2nt. Bring your tongue.

Well that was tonight’s event
shot—I’d have Tomás and his tongue on my mind for the rest of the night. I
changed into underwear to impress Tomás—how lucky that Mia and I had gone
lingerie shopping just before I met Tomás—it was fate! Sure, anyway, I was
wearing a flesh-colored lace bra and panties set in floral semi-sheer mesh,
with scalloped edging. I was hoping not to have them on for long tonight. Over
the top of my new lingerie, I slipped on a black silk flowing dress that was
not too dressy but which would get me through cocktail hour at the event and
into bed with Tomás. That was the main event after all.

Drinks and the dinner were
scheduled to kick off at seven p.m., so I rocked in around quarter past the
hour to minimize the amount of small talk I’d have to do. I’m a people person,
but I’d been ‘peopling’ all day and small talk wasn’t my thing. I entered the
room and heard my name called. I turned to find a fellow student from my events
classes at college. We all juggled part-time jobs and now I was juggling a
full-time job for the last few months of the semester.

“Katie, hey, I didn’t know you
were working this gig!” I said.

“I do Friday and Saturday nights
here every week. Drink?” she asked.

“Yeah, thanks.” I grabbed a
champagne off her tray. “Wish you could have one with me. I’d love the company.”

“Me too,” she sighed, “but have
tray, must roll.”

I grinned, gave her a wave as she
headed off and turned to find Dane waving to me from across the room. He looked
hot, very hot, and luckily I only had eyes for Tomás and I didn’t really notice.
There were quite a few hotties at the conference but more women than men, so
Dane wouldn’t go home empty handed if he was on the market. I waved back and
was about to head over when Josie from Planet Events arrived. Her eyes lit up
on seeing me which was really kind, but she was always a bit neurotic.

“Daarrrlliing, how I miss you,”
she said, rolling her eyes and reaching for a glass of champagne as it went past.
“The student who has replaced you is vacant.”

There’s the pot calling the kettle
black but it’s always nice to be missed.

“I had hopes you would come and
work with me after you graduated,” she said.

“That’s so good of you Josie,” I
said. Praise the god of small mercies for sparing me that. I tapped my glass
against hers in a cheers salute. “I didn’t see you today,” I said.

“No, I only bought the function
pack which includes the two functions so I can mingle and network but not attend
the presentations or workshops. I don’t have time for those. You know what it’s
like,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Dane interrupted us. I appraised
him in his dark suit and red patterned tie—he looked very suave. I introduced him
and Josie, and I saw her eyes examine him with interest—she was old enough to
be his big sister with five siblings in between. Which reminded me of Tomás, ah,
Tomás. I glanced at my watch; when would this be over?

“You look a bit like that guy from
the all-boy band, but an older version,” Josie said, clicking her fingers and
trying to recall his name. “The
One Direction
guy.”

“Yeah, I get that a bit,” Dane
said, and turned to face me. “You look great.” His blue eyes appraised me.

“Ah, thanks,” I said, surprised. I’d
forgotten Dane was a guy; I only had a heartbeat for Tomás at the moment.
Seriously, I’d fallen into Tomás way too fast... danger, danger Will Robinson
or Alice Peterson.

“Harry!” Josie said, looking
pleased with herself. “That’s it, you look like an older version of Harry.” She
continued to appraise Dane.

“Ah thanks, I think.” Dane smiled
at her.

“Oh yes, definitely a compliment,”
she said.

Dane turned to me. “So, sit next
to me tonight?” he asked without it being a question really.

“Sure, that would be nice,” I
said, pleased I wouldn’t have to work too hard, especially if Kelly worked her
way on to the other side of Dane.

Just before eight p.m., a little
bell rang and we were seated. Dane led me to a table and Kelly did a record dive
across the room to sit next to him—it was a fine effort on her behalf, I took
my hat off to her. On my other side, a very large and homely lady took the
seat. She told me she organized children’s events and then proceeded to tell me
in great detail about it. Luckily, Dane saved me a couple of times.

I wanted to leave a few times
during the night but I couldn’t duck out when the speeches were on or when I
was required to play networking team games. Sigh. I sneaked to the ladies’ just
after ten-thirty and thought I would keep going but Dane was onto me as I rose
from the table.

“You’re escaping aren’t you?” he
asked. He looked even better after a few champagnes and with his tie off, his
tan showing through the open V of his shirt.

I grinned and nodded. “See you
tomorrow.”

“Alice, come on!” He gave me a
pleading look.

“I think you’ll be just fine.” I
raised my eyebrows to the interest he was attracting.

He shook his head. “Fine then,
abandon me in my hour of need.” He grinned at me.

I patted his arm with a mock show
of sympathy and got out of there. By the time I cleared the parking lot and
arrived to Tomás’s street it was nearing eleven-fifteen. I knew his training
schedule and he had a seven o’clock session in the morning, which would mean he
had to be up after six or so to get there. I didn’t want to rush tongue class
but I’d happily cancel that and just curl up with him for the night. The guys
couldn’t afford to party or have too many late nights in-season; there was a
lot riding on it—million dollar contracts.

As I drove down the street, I saw
his entire house was in darkness. Damn, did I go in or not? I pulled over and
reached for my phone. There were no text messages from him. I debated what to
do... even if he had one light on I would have felt better. Was he cheesed off
because I was super late? My finger hovered over the text send button but
seriously, the whole house was in complete darkness. If he wanted to see me he
would have left a light on somewhere, or texted to check up on my arrival time.