Team Tomás (The Saints team series)

by Ally Adams

“Why didn’t you come? Did you get a better offer? Meet someone at the conference?” He was pissed off.

  “What? Don’t be stupid. You are all I thought about all day and night. But it was so late when I got to your place—” I tried to explain.

  “I don’t care how late it was, what happened?”

  I took a deep breath. “I came to your house after eleven last night and it was in complete darkness. Complete darkness, Tomás. You’d gone to bed, not even left one light on to tell me you were waiting for me and not even a text to say for me to wake you when I arrived. I didn’t know what to do so I went home... I thought it would be selfish to wake you, sorry...” My voice trailed off.

  He thought about it for a moment.

  “I see,” he said. “I’m sorry bella, I thought you would just knock when you arrived and I would let you in. I just lay down on the bed to rest while I waited for you.”

  “I desperately wanted to come in,” I assured him. “I waited in the car out the front for a few minutes looking for signs of life.”

  He chuckled. “I wanted to wrap my arms around you and wake up with you this morning.”

  “Tomás, shhh, I can’t hear that, it just makes me depressed that I’ve missed out.”

  “What time does your conference start this morning?” he asked.

  “Ten,” I told him.

  “Hmm, I finish training about then. I’ll have to wait until tonight to see you. Probably a good thing. Got to do a clean-up for a guest coming and Valentina is being bossy about it.” He sighed as though there was no escaping his family responsibilities.

  I hated to sound needy but I wanted to know who this Julieta was and what she was to him.

  “Ah that’s Julieta?” I asked. “That lady at the restaurant mentioned her,” I reminded him.

  “You have a good memory, Cookie.” He cleared his throat. “Yeah, friend of my family coming to stay for a while.”

  “Right,” I said, but he didn’t elaborate and I didn’t want to appear clingy or possessive even if I was feeling that way.

  “Did you want to come to the game with me on Sunday morning? I’ll leave after nine.”

  How good did that sound coming off his lips and how I would love to go with him and arrive on the back of his bike—I didn’t know how the office skirt would cope with that. But I didn’t need to go that early and I imagined it made for a really long day just waiting around.

  “No, I don’t start until ten,” I said, “but thanks.”

  “Tonight then, Cookie,” he threatened, “knock, text, drive in, just come to me.”

  “I will and I am getting away earlier tonight. Expect me sooner.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  He signed off and I lay back on the bed, relieved. I didn’t get to sleep until the early hours of the morning for stressing I had cheesed him off, but now all was well again. I hope I could stay awake at the conference today.

  *****

  After talking with Tomás I fell straight back to sleep and didn’t wake until after nine. Then it was a race to the bathroom, to dress and to get to the venue for the events workshop. I arrived ten minutes late... maybe it was a good thing; it gave Kelly more time to hit on Dane. I sneaked into the back of the seminar where a session was already underway on social media to promote conferences.

  I planned out the rest of the day: after the workshop which was scheduled to finish at three o’clock, I would head home, shower and dress for the conference dinner tonight which was an event-themed ball starting with drinks at six o’clock. I would also have to iron and hang my work uniform in the car to go straight to the game the next morning—my first game in the event role! I wasn’t going to need any special underwear for Tomás as the dinner theme was superhero. I might have forgotten to mention that to him that I would be arriving in costume—I wanted to see that reaction for myself.

  So, the plan—I would leave the ball around nine-thirty p.m.—that would allow me to be seen, eat the main course, skip dessert, and be in Tomás’s arms by ten. God I’m good, the master of planning, no wonder I went into events. It would be my first night sleeping over at Tomás’s house with him in the bed with me, with luck. Everything was happening at once.

  I made sure my phone was on silent and sent Mia a quick hello text while I tuned into the conference; it was about social media after all. She texted back that she was doing prac for her physio qualification today and wanted to catch up tomorrow night after the Saints’ game. I texted her back saying affirmative to that. I sent Cassie and Melissa a greetings text too and checked out their Facebook posts—it was social media practice, honest.

  I didn’t see Dane until the conference broke for lunch. He was more casual today—in Saturday attire of jeans and a button down navy shirt. He still looked hot in that dark, smoldering, boy-band way but hey, I didn’t really notice much.

  “Alice,” he greeted me, strolling towards me with a coffee and a finger sandwich in hand. He munched away, sizing me up. “If I was the suspicious type, I’d think you came in late to avoid me,” he said with a smile.

  “Damn, you’ve exposed my plan,” I said. “Finish up late last night?”

  “As a matter of fact, yes. I got hijacked... there’s too many women at this conference. The dancing started and it appears that every female needed a dance partner. I got home after two.”

  “Ooh, nasty,” I said. “I was in bed by midnight.”

  “And you can tell,” he flattered me.

  “So how does your girlfriend feel about you being swamped by event beauties or is she confident enough in herself not to care?” I asked.

  He smiled and took another bite of his sandwich, considering my question.

  “Mm, yes, I’d be attracted to a woman who was confident enough in herself not to care, but sadly I am single at this moment in time.”

  He said everything with a hint of humor, playing me.

  “Not for long if you were inclined,” I said, looking around. “I’m surprised I got to sit anywhere near you yesterday especially after that masterful presentation.”

  “I could do it again for you, as a private presentation.” He raised an eyebrow.

  The bell rang for the conference to continue.

  “Damn, another time,” I played him. I suspect my lack of interest in Dane was an aphrodisiac for him. Men! “Um, it looks like Kelly is trying to get your attention.” When the gorgeous Dane turned to look at her, I sneaked away before he turned back.

  Lucky I had Tomás on my radar because I suspect Dane would be a hard act to resist... there’s something about those blue eyes that draws a girl in. But tonight, I’d be looking into the deep, dark, chocolate eyes of my Latin lover and experiencing my second sex class—the many wonders of the tongue.

  Chapter 20

  I easily escaped from the ball at nine-thirty. I wanted to say goodbye to Dane but he was preoccupied on the dance floor, so I just took the opportunity between mains and dessert to flee. He had made the conference fun and with his handsome good looks, just a little bit exciting.

  It was nearing ten o’clock as I approached Tomás’s house—much better on the timing, and neither of us would be as exhausted. I turned into his street. His house was way down the end—private and on a large, secluded block of land. Then I saw it; his house looked like a Christmas tree—every single light that could be put on in the house was on. I started laughing, because it was so adorable. It looked all the more odd as the street was so dark but yet down the end was this huge lit up building that looked as if it was draining the power from the neighborhood.

  This man was gorgeous. I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. I parked my car against the curb out the front of his house and grabbed my overnight bag, before alighting and locking the car. I walked up the path to the front door. Tomás answered before I raised my hand to knock and I dropped my bag and threw my arms around his neck.

  “You are so gorgeous,” I told him. “I love that you did that, thank you.”


  “What is this?” He pulled me away, his eyes lit up, taking in my costume. I had forgotten in the excitement of the Christmas tree lit house

  “It was a superhero themed ball,” I explained. “I love Catwoman, she’s so... capable.”

  “Al...iss, you’re a danger to yourself and you don’t even know it. Have you any idea how sexy that looks? Turn around,” he ordered. I did a full rotation in my Catwoman costume—it was a sleek and fitted black jumpsuit with a cool utility belt, long black gloves to the elbow, high black leather boots to the knees and a little cat’s ears headpiece.

  I turned to face him again after pirouetting and gave him a soft meow.

  “I think I’ve just lost control.” He grinned, and then pulled me closer and kissed me. His hands ran over my fitted suit, across my back, butt and hips.

  He kept kissing me as he picked me up with one arm under my butt, grabbed my bag with his free hand and closed the door with his foot.

  When he stopped kissing me and let me breathe I had tears in my eyes. “Thank you for the Christmas tree house,” I said.

  He grinned. “I didn’t want you to drive by and go home again,” he said, still holding me against him. He kissed me again. “Did I mention you are cute?”

  “Never,” I told him and his eyes narrowed. He began to carry me upstairs.

  “Um, lights?” I said. “You might be draining the power from the neighborhood.”

  “Ah, right,” he said, and lowered me to the ground. He did a quick run around on the lower level turning off the lights, inside and out. He returned, took my bag and my hand and led me upstairs to his room, turning off more lights along the way. Eventually, there was only one light left on—a soft lamp in his room.

  He put my bag down on a chair and pulled me closer. “You look super sexy in this outfit, pussy, too good to take off, but I will anyway,” he said.

  I laughed and snuggled into his embrace. I inhaled him and felt my body begin to relax. I sighed. “I’ve needed this. I’ve missed you. You’ve dominated my every thought,” I said, then wondered if I had put too much out there.

  “I haven’t had a sensible thought in days, you’re a very bad influence on me and very distracting,” he said matter-of-factly. Ah, the beauty of direct translation. “Leave those kitty ears on but the rest is coming off.”

  I purred as I pulled off the long gloves one a time as though I was in a strip show, and threw them over the chair. I worked through the outfit until I stood in a black lace bra, matching boy-cut panties and my cat ears. Tomás had been lying back, enjoying the show.

  He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and he pulled me between his legs. “Magnificent. Can you wear that every time?” he teased.

  “I was thinking of being a private investigator next time and just coming naked under a trench coat,” I said.

  “Stop talking now or the consequences will be very bad,” Tomás said in a low growl. He pulled me onto the bed and positioned himself on top of me.

  “Tonight’s lesson, Cookie, is the power of the tongue.” With that he leaned forward and slipped his tongue between my lips, kissing me passionately. If I wasn’t wet before I was officially wet below now. He moved away from my mouth and I wanted him back immediately. Tomás peeled away the lace of my bra cup, studied my breast and then ran his tongue over my nipple.

  I shuddered. “Wow, powerful tongue,” I murmured feeling a bit giddy.

  “Mm,” he said and began to use his teeth on my nipple. Good God. I groaned with pleasure as I tripped with the ecstasy of it. He moved to my other breast, nudged away the lace, then changed his mind and unclipped my bra, removing it completely. He moved his hands to my neck and back and pulled me tight against him taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking and licking. My back arched as my breast pushed into his mouth. It was achingly good and so worth the wait to get to tongue class. Tomás lowered me back onto the sheets, rose and moved to the edge of the bed, pulling me towards him so that my legs lay over the edge. He worked my black lace panties down and separated my legs with strong hands. I instinctively went to close them—years of practice—but he forced them apart. He placed a thumb on either side of my vagina lips, just inside the thigh and with one quick lick brushed his tongue over my clit.

  I cried out and arched my back with pleasure and surprise as Tomás spread his fingers across my inner legs, holding me down. His thumbs pressed into me pinning me open and his tongue began to do its work and it was good work. I was so close already that the feel of his breath on my sensitive vulva was enough to push me to the edge of coming. I was also crazily self-conscious; it was such a vulnerable position, such a shared, intimate act.

  His thumbs kept me exposed, opening me to him and adding pressure wherever they touched, not letting me move and framing my quivering body. His tongue was tasting me, and circling my sex—licking, touching, teasing—it was unbearably good. His thumbs released me and I tried not to writhe too much. He slipped just one finger inside and I almost leaped with surprise.

  “It’s okay, my Al...iss,” he said, and returned his tongue to work. It started working faster and he moved a hand to my nipple and pinched it. I was panting now with pleasure.

  “How do you know to do that? That thing with your tongue and thumb... it’s so good.” I was ranting like a virgin high on sex. Different parts of me were sending sensation signals to my brain and body simultaneously and then he sucked on me, taking my sex in his mouth and sucking it. It felt so hot—the heat from his mouth on my desperately needy tip.

  “Oh God,” I moaned. “I’m going to...” and I dug my fingers into his shoulders and reached that place, most spectacularly. Heat rushed everywhere, like nothing I’d ever felt before. Like nothing I could compare or explain—chocolate, ice-cream, hot baths, my own handiwork, nothing. He held me while the shudders rose and faded and I got my focus back. It took a while. I was weak.

  “Oh, it’s you,” I teased him when the haze was lifted from my eyes and I could see him clearly again; my heart was still pounding.

  He shook his head and stroked my face, watching my reactions with a smile on his lips. “Al...iss, are you a happy pussy?” he asked.

  “Oh yes, thank you, I’m a very happy kitty cat,” I told him and then I looked at him from head to toe.

  “Tomás, you still have clothes on.”

  “It appears so,” he nodded. “But lucky for me, you don’t.”

  “Well, get your clothes off,” I insisted. While he pulled his T-shirt over his head, I leaned over and pulled down his black track pants. He laughed in surprise and I found myself face-to-face with his delicious grey boxer-briefs and a large and willing penis.

  “Oh my, that has to be licked,” I said.

  Tomás smiled and stepped away from his clothes pool. He grabbed me and we fell back on the bed, with me on top of him where I could feel his erection pressing into me and see first-hand those tight muscles. He used his muscled arms to pull me up his chest for a kiss.

  “I’m going to start my tongue class,” I told him when he released me and to make sure I had his attention.

  He nodded in agreement. “Right, well good luck Al…iss,” he said, encouragingly. “Don’t hesitate to ask if you need guidance.”

  I grinned and worked my way down his body just a little to get into a good straddle position where I could feel his penis pushing against his briefs and my vagina. I began by licking his nipple and then I nipped it and his body reacted with a quick shudder.

  “Hurt?” I frowned, concerned. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea.

  “No... that sent an electric charge straight to my dick,” he said.

  I smiled encouraged and kept going. I licked right down his chest, across the ridges of his abs and I watched as his eyes alternated between watching me and closing. I felt the tremor in his muscles as my tongue travelled along them. I got down to his boxer-briefs and noticed his erection was dying to burst out. I left it just that bit longer and licked around the line of his bo
xers and inside his thighs all with a promise of entry. As my tongue went around the inside of his thigh near his balls, he stiffened even more—sensational, I loved it when I got a reaction. I glanced to his beautiful face. His eyes were closed and he looked so edible.

  I peeled back his boxer-briefs—my favorite part, like undoing gift wrapping—he was hard and perfect and breathtaking. I’m new at this but my tongue seemed to know what to do, what it wanted to do more to the point. It began, licking up and down the stem of his penis as though it was an ice-cream. Warm skin, beautiful scent. I moved to his balls and I put into practice some of the tips I read online on how to perform on a man. He coached me a little—softer, harder, faster, careful—as I licked around his balls and then gently took one in my mouth. I felt his whole body stiffen and he held his breath—I’m not sure if he was worried that his student would bite him or he was totally pleasured.

  I released him and began licking again, building trust and repeating it all.

  “For the love of all that is holy,” he muttered.

  “Are you religious?” I asked between licks.

  “I am now,” he said, breathlessly, his hands gripping my legs or the sheets alternatively.

  I took his penis in my hand and begin to stroke it as I licked the head—big circle licks. Tomás’s whole body looked so taut; it was magic to see, I could look at it all day. I took his head into my mouth and slowly sucked and released, all the time building up the pace and rhythm of my hand on his cock. He began to moan as the urgency increased and moments later I knew he was close; his hand worked a handful of my hair, gripping and releasing.

  I wasn’t sure how to bring it across the line but then Tomás must have sensed that.

  “Keep the tempo up now, Al...iss,” he coached in a husky voice.

  I went a little faster and a little more intensely.

  “That’s it, fuck, yes,” he groaned. “I’m going to come,” he warned me, and there it was—Tomás pushed my head back and his milky white ejection covered my hand and his stomach. I slowed but kept going, working my hand up and down his stem until he couldn’t take any more.