by Ally Adams
“Last bit to go in now, ready?” he asked.
I nodded and felt him go the final gentle push and then we were one, he was completely inside me.
*****
I held my breath. Tomás was in me, completely in me. I had lost my virginity to Tomás Carrera, my gorgeous lover.
He was studying me. “I have deflowered you, Al...iss,” he teased, giving me a sexy grin.
“Thank God it was you,” I said, and he touched my face tenderly.
“We’re going to have some motion now, so let me know if it hurts too much, otherwise, enjoy the ride,” he said, and started to move in and out of me with a pace that was gaining in rhythm.
His masculine body was all around me and inside me, I felt completely cocooned by him and inhaled his scent. He lowered his head and nipped my breast slightly as he thrust into me. I moaned with the shivers it sent through my body. My hands were moving over his arms and his shoulders, and one of his hands moved down to circle my clit. The tight, small circles of motion made me dizzy and I couldn’t focus on what I was doing with my hands, as he moved in and out and circled my clit at the same time. If he stopped now, I know I would die.
“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 i
n 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.
