Team Tomás (The Saints team series)

by Ally Adams

  “I was really lucky,” I said.

  “What do you know about soccer?” she asked.

  I bristled at her rudeness and I felt Sasha arc up next to me.

  I took a deep breath. “I’m a bit of a regular at the games.”

  She smirked and raised her chin defiantly.

  I continued. “But since there’s an entire management team and several dozen contracted soccer players that know a lot about soccer, they don’t really look to me for advice on the game, they just needed someone who can do events.”

  Her smirk soured and she turned and walked away. I exhaled.

  “Good for you! That was great. What a cow,” Sasha said. “Lucky she moved on, I was just about to see what soccer skills she had and it wouldn’t have been pretty.”

  Sasha’s loyalty was comforting especially given it was only my first week. We went our own ways and I grabbed my camera to take some photos for the social media pages.

  And then I saw him arrive; super-boot Tomás Carrera was in the building—oh be still my beating heart. His eyes searched me out and widened on finding me. The look he gave me undressed me there and then; I’m sure I went three shades of red.

  I cleared my throat and returned the greeting to the journalist in front of me, offering him the last press kit I was holding. I returned to the welcome desk to help Kay. Tomás moved in front of me.

  “Hello Al...iss.” He smiled. “You look lovely today.” His gaze ran down my body.

  “Tomás, it’s good to see you again,” I said, as if we were strangers passing in a room full of strangers.

  He moved closer to my ear. “Are you really panty-free because I will be checking up later?”

  I swallowed and nodded at him, and he grinned.

  “Well done. I want to touch you,” he said into my ear which sounded even hotter with a Spanish accent.

  I saw The Russian walking towards us. He was doing both of his roles—club security and appearing as a Saints’ player—worth every cent that man. He eyed up his teammate Tomás.

  “Is this guy hassling you, Alice? Do you want me to move him along?” The Russian said, his smile twitching slightly. He crossed his enormous arms over his bountiful chest.

  “Um, yes, he is distracting me Russian. If you could move him along that would be much appreciated,” I said, deliberately fluttering my eyelashes at him.

  “Oh please,” Tomás said, “you and whose army, Russian?”

  The other half of the security team, Ed, wandered over. “The Russian army?” he suggested.

  “I wasn’t going to get my hands dirty, as I’m the manager. Ed, throw this gate-crasher out,” The Russian said to Ed.

  Ed rolled his eyes. “You see what I put up with every day and that office is so small.” He hit Tomás on the back in a casual greeting.

  “How’s the ankle, Ed?” Tomás asked the wiry defender, and I took the opportunity to sneak away and get back to work so I didn’t get the evil eye from the boss.

  I went back to help Kay who was opening a box of Saints’ scarves to offer as a take-away gift for the media.

  “Sasha is very protective of her merchandise; she won’t let us put them out in advance because she thinks all the journos will take several and clear out,” Kay said. “So it is just one each.”

  “Got it. Don’t want to mess with Sasha,” I said, with a half-smile.

  Kay shuddered. “Strange one that, but we love her.”

  I looked over at Sasha and began to wonder just how strange we were talking about here. Kay brought me back to earth by stacking half a dozen scarves in my hand. She took the rest herself. We stood near the door and over the next thirty minutes as people left, we offered them a scarf.

  “You can only take it if you wear it in your office when you get back,” I told one of the older journos who laughed and put it on straight away.

  “That do?” he asked.

  Jim passed by and heard my comment. He turned to the journo.

  “Alice is tough, but she gets results.”

  Out of nowhere Tomás appeared at my side. “Yes she does.” He smiled at me, shook hands with the journo and I looked away quickly to hand out another scarf.

  “I need to speak with you,” Tomás said in my ear. “It’s work-related.”

  I narrowed my eyes at him. “Really?”

  “Really. I’m a player and you work for the club. I need assistance.” He looked around. “It’s over now anyway, and Jim can spare you for ten minutes.”

  Kay was smiling and trying not to listen in.

  “Hey Jim,” Tomás called, “can you spare Alice for ten minutes?”

  I gave Tomás a dark look that Darth Vader would have been proud of if I had been his daughter.

  “Sure,” he called back, “have her for fifteen if you like.”

  Kay reached for my few remaining scarves as Tomás hurried me off. He led me by the elbow down the hall whispering, “Oh I will have you all right, bella.”

  He knew his way around the club because in a matter of moments we found ourselves in a large room. At the far end were a sink and mirror, paper towels, and a shower you wouldn’t enter without brandishing a bottle of bleach. At the end closest to us were tables, bike and storage racks.

  He shrugged. “We lock our bikes up in here some days if we ride to training.” He locked the door.

  “So I’m your bike now?” I teased. “Tomás, you’re going to get me in trouble at work.”

  “It’s an office, you’re not in the army. Now take your skirt off,” he said, and leaned back against the wall, folding his arms.

  “What? Never! We’re in... public.”

  Tomás looked around. “It’s just you and me, Cookie.” He moved over to me and pressed me against the wall. He leaned down, not taking his eyes off my face and ran a hand up under my skirt. His fingers feathered over my naked vagina and I gasped. Tomás pulled his hand back out from under my skirt and rose to full height; a very satisfied smile on his face. He took my hand and guided it to the front of his suit pants where he sported a very hard package.

  “I have had that all morning thinking of you naked under that skirt. Even worse once I got here. Don’t make me suffer anymore Al...iss, I want you.”

  “I can feel that,” I said, my breath catching. “Is that why you kept your jacket done up?”

  “Yes and I tried to think unsexy thoughts. Seeing The Russian helped,” he joked.

  “Poor you,” I said, pouting.

  “Come on, it’s part of your education on the virgin trip,” Tomás said. He pushed my hair back behind my ear and ran his thumb along my lower lip. I almost melted to the ground. “It’s important, this road to losing your virginity.”

  He leaned down and kissed me, depriving me of the small oxygen supply I was getting between my heightened breaths. He pulled away and I leaned into him, barely able to keep standing. Was it like this when everyone fell in love... the feelings and the passion? The sexual tension and attraction? No wonder everyone wanted to be in love.

  “It is so good of you to dedicate yourself to my journey,” I said, holding his gaze.

  “If I have the honor and pleasure of educating you and taking your... gift, then I take the responsibility very seriously. But you have to have the whole package,” he said.

  “I love the package.” I rubbed my hand down over the front of his suit pants again and worked him just a little; he straightened, his breath hissing through clenched teeth.

  “For the love of God, Alice, you’re either a natural or a very naughty girl.” He kissed my neck as I moved my hand further in between his legs. “Or both,” he moaned.

  “Teacher, I have this ache, between my legs,” I tried to explain and Tomás smiled. I continued: “It’s kind of like I need you in me.”

  “Good, excellent,” he said. “But hands, we’re on hands until the next class which is tongue. It’s important you get it right before we move on. Lucky that you are a very good student and we can move on so q
uickly,” he said, his voice breathless as I continued to stroke him.

  “Hands; got it,” I whispered.

  “Al...iss, you are going to have to release it or I will lose my load in my suit,” he said, digging his fingers into my shoulders. I loved when I could get him to beg for it. Is that sick? Whatever. I slowly undid his zip, leaving his belt done up, and pushed down his boxer-briefs enough to free his erection. He groaned as I pulled him out and touched him, my hand rubbing up and down the stretched skin, teasing the tender part underneath. He pushed his tongue into my mouth and as I moved faster, he pressed harder.

  I bought my palm up to the top of his penis and placed it flat, curled my fingers around the head and made a gentle twisting movement as if I was trying to remove the lid on his penis.

  “Fuck, Al...iss,” he panted, “where did you learn that trick?”

  I didn’t answer, but I had read it a health magazine and didn’t realize it would come in so handy. Tomás didn’t stop me, so I kept going gently, before moving down his shaft again and getting a rhythm going, using some of his own juice from the head to create wetness.

  He pulled away momentarily and I gave him a confused look.

  “I’m close and I don’t want to spray your suit,” he said.

  I smiled. “I’ve got this.”

  “No tongue, no mouth,” he said, trying to focus as I kept him right on the edge of coming.

  We were both still fully dressed except for the fact I was not wearing any panties under my skirt and his erection was jutting out between the zip of his pants. I didn’t wait for him to solve the potential mess problem, I just kept going.

  He was so close; he grabbed the shelving above me, put his head back and his jaw locked as he tried to control his loud groaning. I kept up the momentum until he couldn’t hold it in any longer and then I spread my hand over the top of his penis, capturing his explosion with the balance running down his dick. My other hand, still working at the base of his erection, stopped his spill from going near his suit pants and kept him pumped. It was a coordinated effort.

  Feeling the pumping spent, I watched the beautiful Tomás as I slowed my movement on his penis and he dropped his head to look at me.

  “Fuck me that was good, Al...iss,” he said, sounding surprised.

  I smiled. I loved good reviews. We stayed like that for a minute while he caught his breath and then I told him not to move while I slid up his super-sensitive, post orgasm dick, making him jump slightly. I scooped up all the milky fluid and moved to the small sink and quickly washed my hands. I grabbed some paper towels from the box above it and brought them back to wrap around Tomás’s erection which was still standing to attention. He finished the clean-up, his eyes all glazed and relaxed. What a hard day at the office, and to think I got paid for this, even the breaks.

  He pushed himself back into his boxer-briefs and zipped himself up with a wince—it was still a tight fit down there.

  “You have graduated in hand technique with honors, bella,” he said. Then he gave me a deadly smile. “I’m going to enjoy this.” He removed his coat and laid it flat on a table in the corner. I was guessing I would be lying on that coat in a matter of minutes.

  I bit my lip, worried about the fact we were on office property and I had no panties on. I didn’t mind Tomás being revealed, but I wasn’t so keen on being exposed myself.

  He grabbed my hips and in a few quick moves, spun me around, pushed me over to the table in the corner and bent me over it. My chest was pressed onto his jacket on the table and my face turned to the wall, away from the door. I gasped with the quickness of it all. I felt Tomás behind me, leaning against me and restricting my movements. He pulled the zip down on my skirt.

  “Don’t move, bella,” he said, and I felt him peel my skirt off me. It pooled at my feet and I could only imagine the view he had of my naked white butt looking up at him. I felt completely exposed. I couldn’t see his face, but I felt his hand as it began to circle gently over my butt cheeks. My breathing was fast and I’m sure my face was red with embarrassment.

  “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.