by Ally Adams
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.
“It’s been a big week Al…iss,” he said, and pulled me closer.
“And we’re together now,” I said.
He gave me a slow kiss that tasted a little like beer and a lot like Tomás. “Thank you,” he said as he pulled away.
“What for?” I asked.
“For waiting, for looking after me, for believing me, for not wanting anything from me, but me,” he said, sincerity and love shining in his deep brown eyes.
“You are more than enough,” I teased him, and narrowed my eyes, “maybe too much sometimes.”
He smiled and shook his head at me.
“Thank you, Tomás, for not letting me go,” I said, meaning every word.
“I couldn’t shake you… then I didn’t want to lose you. Al…iss, I have to tell you something,” he started, and suddenly got very serious.
I frowned. I don’t know if I really wanted anything but happy news now.
“I never did it… with her.”
I breathed in sharply. I hadn’t asked this of him but the words were everything I wanted to hear.
“Tomás,” I whispered his name as I moved to hug him tight. I couldn’t manage any other words.
Tell me Al...iss,” he lowered his voice, “when you look back, will you remember losing your virginity and how you lost it?”
I pulled away to look into his eyes. “I’ll remember, until my dying breath,” I promised him.
THE END
Next in the Saints team series: Team Niklas
In his hometown of Berlin, Germany, Niklas Wagner is a super star and when the Saints pay the big bucks to sign him up and bring him to Santa Ana, California, Nik takes a shine to his new life. When he meets the Saints’ media offi
cer, Sasha Saxon, sparks fly literally.
But Sasha is not your average girl—by day she is a journalist who looks after the media for the national champion soccer team and at night she designs for her personal fashion label. She has big dreams and they don’t include a boyfriend. Nik has never had to chase the girls but now he has met his match—Sasha is about to lead him on the biggest chase of his life.
Acknowledgements:
Special thanks to the publishing team at Atlas Productions, you rock. Big thanks to the wonderful Becky Strahl from InkEaters blog spot for all your support; to Julie from AToMR Promotions; Karen from Sparkle Book Tours; Kellie Sheridan from Patchwork Press Co-op; Goodreads for connecting writers and readers and those addicted to both; J'aimee Brooker from AusRomToday; Carole from The Romance Reviews; Debbie and team from ARRA (Australian Romance Readers’ Association); and all the bloggers and readers who have supported me, Lucas and Mia, Tomás and Alice—thank you!
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Ally Adams is a journalist who lives in coastal Victoria, Australia, with her husband and furry friends. She is a literature major, romance reader and writer.
