Team Tomás (The Saints team series)

by Ally Adams

  “I’ll get the cleaning,” Nik said. We looked at him as though he had just offered to buy us both Mercedes and pay off our college degrees. He shrugged. “I have a cleaning lady that comes once a week now. She’s cheap enough, so I’ll just give her this address and if you have a spare set of keys, she can clean here every Wednesday instead. Okay?”

  “Hell yes,” Cassie said.

  “But we should put in,” I said, feeling guilty.

  Nik shook his head. “It’s all good. I suspect I earn a little more than you two and the rent here is less than I’m paying now. I’ve got it covered.”

  “You’re the best.” Cassie grinned and turned to me. “A man who comes with cleaning!”

  I heard the sound of a motorbike pull up out the front. It couldn’t be—Tomás was supposed to be at the farewell dinner for Julieta tonight with Valentina and I was doing my best not to think about it. Moments later I heard a knock at the door. I jumped up to get it and left Nik and Cassie to finish discussing payment and the move-in date.

  I opened the door and Tomás stood in the doorway, his leather jacket in his hand and helmet in the other.

  “Hello bella,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me.

  “Hi.” I kissed him back and then frowned. “Why are you here?”

  He looked me over. “I like these jeans and knit on you. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans. Now can you take them off?” he teased.

  “No.” I smiled, and bit my lip. “Come in.”

  “Hey Cass...ee, Kaiser,” he said greeting the two couch dwellers.

  “Hey Tango, I didn’t know you two were together,” Nik said, looking surprised and glancing at both of us.

  “Yeah we are,” Tomás said. “So I heard from Russian that you might be moving in?” He studied Nik while I studied Tomás. He was getting very territorial.

  “Later this week,” Nik said.

  “So, which room will be yours?” Tomás asked. I saw Cassie trying not to smile.

  “Ah the main room,” Nik said, “with the ensuite. Why, did you want to move in?”

  “No.” Tomás looked to me. “I’m just checking up on Al...iss.”

  “Did you want a drink?” I asked.

  “No, I have to get home for the ... thing.” He shrugged.

  “Right, the thing,” I agreed. I could feel Nik and Cassie watching us.

  “So will you still be in the same bedroom?” he asked me.

  I frowned. “Yes ... and Cassie and I have declared that a girl bathroom.” I pointed to the main bathroom, subtly assuring Tomás I wouldn’t be naked anywhere near Nik.

  “So we were just discussing where we would hang our washing and underwear,” Nik said and gave me a cheeky grin.

  I felt Tomás bristle beside me.

  “Don’t be a stirrer, Nik,” Cassie smiled at him. She turned to Tomás whose eyes had narrowed. “He’s just be silly, ignore him.”

  “So Niklas…” Tomás used Nik’s full name as though Nik was in trouble. “... you won’t be going anywhere near that bedroom or bathroom will you? Otherwise, I’ll have to deal with you!” He teased with a hint of seriousness.

  I’d never seen him like this, he was super possessively weird and I had to stop myself from giggling.

  Nik stood and came over to the kitchen near us. “Nowhere near it at all brother,” he said, assuring him.

  “Good.” Tomás nodded, satisfied.

  “Unless there is a scream or something and I have to investigate,” Nik clarified.

  “You are a stirrer, stop it,” I said, and hit Nik on the arm, and nearly broke my hand—the man was all muscle. “Did you want to mark your scent around my room?” I asked Tomás and I heard Cassie giggle behind me. Nik crossed his arms and grinned.

  “Yes, that would be good, the way I did around your office,” Tomás said, but I wasn’t sure if he was joking. He bent slightly, put one arm under my butt and picked me up, pressing me to his chest, my face was even with his. “Come and see me off.” He gave me a quick kiss and turned towards the door, still carrying his helmet and jacket and now me. “Bye Cass...ee ... Kaiser.”

  “Bye Tango, see you at training tomorrow,” Nik called.

  Tomás grunted a reply—I don’t think he was keen on his new nickname—and exited down the stairs with me pressed against him. I began kissing him over his face and he grinned, stopping when I got to his lips. I teased him with my tongue and then pulled away.

  “Sorry, but you have ‘a thing’ to go to,” I said.

  He continued down the stairs and put me down next to his motorbike.

  “Now look what you’ve done, Al...iss.”

  “What, this?” I ran my hand down the front of his jeans and across his erection.

  He moaned and threw a leg over his bike and adjusted himself.

  “That’s going to be a shit trip home now.” He shuffled, trying to get comfortable.

  I grinned. “Well, have a good night, but not too good.”

  He put his jacket on and pulled me close again.

  “Don’t worry.”

  I nodded. “It’s not easy.”

  “I know. For anyone.” He kissed me, slipped the helmet on, readjusted himself with a wince and gave me a look through the visor which said super uncomfortable. And then he was gone to have the last night with her and I had to survive it.

  Chapter 34

  I had a fitful night, thinking of Tomás with Julieta and then the next morning before work I went to my hot yoga class since I was awake so early. When the class finished at seven-thirty, I knew she was boarding and when I left the apartment at eight-fifteen a.m. to go to work, I knew she was gone, well I desperately hoped she was gone. I debated whether to text Tomás to check he was okay or whether to leave it for him to do so. I knew he would be in some pain seeing her off—it was the end of an era, the end of a long love and even though he hadn’t had much contact with her for the past year, she would be emotional.

  I was the first at the office; I even beat Jim in this morning. I decided on a message to text Tomás; something that didn’t question his actions, or expect any reply, just a statement that affirmed I was there for him. I wasn’t going to do this by text or phone, but I felt it was needed.

  I texted him: “I love you.”

  *****

  Tomás texted me back almost immediately. I think my text might have been what he needed to hear. His text was so sweet.

  TOMÁS: I luv U, A. I need to hold U. Really need U 2night.

  Even though there was no training tonight for the team, Tomás texted he was going to do a few weights in the afternoon with one of the players I didn’t know very well yet—the midfielder Josh. He’d mentioned Josh a few times so I suspected they were buddies.

  It was a home match weekend so at work I was busy enough confirming all the usual things—the game photographer, kids’ entertainment, post-game band to try and keep a few people at the ground so everyone didn’t try and leave at the same time making for a huge traffic jam, kids’ soccer display at half-time and the Saints’ mascot—the poor sucker who wore the Saints’ suit which was a Saint Bernard dog costume in the team’s jersey.

  I clock-watched and planned all day. Tonight, I was going to wear a dress for quick access—a pale cream dress that zipped at the back all the way down to my butt and had a flowing skirt. It had three quarter sleeves and beneath it I had a cream lingerie set I bought just for the occasion. The dress was demure, the lingerie wasn’t—it was a lace see through underwire bra with matching cream lace thong. God thongs are uncomfortable, seriously, would I ever get used to having something stuck between my butt cheeks? Anyway, I was happy with the selection. I didn’t want to look too virginal but I didn’t want to look like a tramp either... such a fine line!

  Luckily Jim left early at four p.m. to go to a marketing networking meeting which meant Kay, Sasha and I could bolt from the office right on five p.m., and we did. I went home and I had ninety minutes until I was due at Tomás’s p
lace at six-thirty. I could barely breathe for the anticipation. Cassie was there when I arrived but she was heading to Rick’s for the night and I was heading to Tomás’s place. Nik wasn’t moving in until later in the week, but if he had already, he’d have the place to himself. This threesome, so to speak, was going to work out well. I wondered what kind of girls Nik was going to bring home... I was guessing he was into girls. Mm, good thought, not that I mind having more guys around the place.

  Cassie left pretty much right away and I decided to have a bath and pluck and shave every hair that needed to be removed from my body. By the time I left at six-fifteen p.m. to head to Tomás’s large house, I was so clean you could eat from me—and if that was part of the plan, consider me served.

  *****

  Valentina’s car was not there when I arrived but Tomás’s bike was and his level of the house was softly lit. As I pulled up, I saw the front door open and he headed down the driveway in jeans and a soft black knit top. .He looked so sexy. Tomás arrived at my car, opening the door for me. As I stepped out of the car, he picked me up, whirled me around and put me down before kissing me. Wow, would life always be this good?

  “I needed that.” He exhaled, holding me.

  “And here I am to meet that need,” I teased him.

  Tomás released me and after that greeting, I had to stabilize myself against the car for a moment. He opened my car’s back door and grabbed by overnight bag. I grabbed tomorrow’s work wear that was hanging from the back hook.

  I followed him in and up the stairs. He took my items, hung them up and put my bag in the bathroom and then he pulled me down the hallway to his bedroom. He opened the door and it was beautiful. I gasped on seeing it—softly lit by candlelight, warm and scented. He must have engaged Valentina’s help or a sales’ assistant because the stripes and bold designs were gone and instead the room was white—a white tulle canopy over his black iron four poster bed, white roses and they were real, white candles, a white bed quilt and sheets, half a dozen plush white cushions and pillows. I wanted to run and jump on the bed like a kid. I walked around the room, taking it all in and finally rested my gaze upon him.

  “Tomás, it is wonderful, so romantic,” I gushed.

  He smiled, delighted at my reaction and closed the bedroom door. He held out his hand to me and I took it and then he led me to the edge of the bed, where he sat and pulled me between his legs. He looked up at me.

  “Al...iss, I want to know that you are definitely ready for me to take your virginity tonight,” he asked, looking so sincere and beautiful.

  I nodded. “I desperately want you to be inside me. I have been waiting for this day,” I assured him.

  His lips twitched in a smile. He continued to rest his hands on my hips.

  “I am not going to give you champagne or dine you Al...iss, until later, after we are exhausted in bed. Tonight, our love making is the entree, main course and dessert. Okay?”

  I nodded and inhaled sharply in anticipation, trying to take in everything, trying to remember every moment. How many women have lost their virginity like this? I was so grateful to Tomás for making me feel like the most amazing and beautiful woman on the planet.

  “If you don’t like anything, you just say so,” he continued, “but after tonight, we will keep practicing all the very many positions and other things...” he said, with a wicked grin.

  I nodded again. I wasn’t sure I was capable of words, but my eyes just drank him in and I felt hazy with lust for him.

  He remained seated, my breasts at his eye level. Then he took off his own knit jumper first and then his white T-shirt underneath it. He sat in his jeans, his bulge at the front of his pants so obvious and his body so toned and golden. Then he reached under my dress and worked his way up my legs. He ran his hand between my legs, touching ever so lightly the lace of my panties and running a finger over my sex, sending my body into a total spin. There is no way I would be able to stand for long, no way.

  Tomás removed his hands from up my skirt and reached behind me with his long, muscled arms. He unzipped my dress, peeled it off slowly and inhaled as he undressed me. I stepped out of it as he placed it over the end of the bed.

  “So beautiful,” he said looking at my lingerie and my nipples protruding through the already see-through lace. He turned me around to look at my panties and I could feel my face going red as he ran a finger down the thong. “Beautiful,” he said again.

  And then he rose, turned me around and lowered me to the bed. I lay in the white canopy of his room with the soft flicker of the candles and watched as he undid his jeans and slipped them off. He then slipped off his white boxer-briefs and my eyes widened at the size of his erection. I had had it in my mouth, but now, I desperately wanted to feel Tomás push himself inside me. I also secretly feared he would tear me, as I couldn’t imagine how he would fit.

  He lowered himself on top of me and unclipped the front clasp on my bra and revealed my breasts. He moved his mouth to my nipple and with his free hand pinched lightly my other nipple. It was heavenly and I was worried I would come too soon, come just from his touch on my nipples. I had no benchmark for when you should come or how long to hang on or even if I could last. I knew my breathing was fast and a thousand thoughts were going through my head.

  “Al...iss,” I heard Tomás whisper.

  “Yes?”

  He stopped sucking my nipple and moved up to lie beside me and look into my eyes. “Tonight is about pleasure and fun. I love you,” he said.

  I smiled and tears welled in my eyes.

  “You can’t do anything wrong, you just can’t. And we have plenty of time to practice and explore ... that’s the fun part. Okay?”

  I nodded.

  “You are very unrelaxed, so take a deep breath for me,” he said and I tried but while I was trying to breathe, he reached up and pulled my hands above my head, securing them in one of his large hands. My breasts were open to him.

  “Relax,” he said with a glance and a smile to me and he slipped a bit lower on the bed and went back to my breasts. I arched with pleasure and groaned which seemed to make Tomás very pleased as he continued to lick and nip my nipples.

  “Tomás,” I moaned. “I’m going to come from just that? Can I come from just that?”

  “You can,” he teased, “but not tonight.” He released my hands and moved down the bed further, and separated my legs.

  “Come in me,” I begged. “I love your tongue, but come in me.”

  “Shh, Cookie,” he said, “I want to make sure you are wet enough.”

  I laughed a bit hysterically. “Oh my God, I am so wet, so wet. Please Tomás.”

  He smiled and lying between my legs, he placed his large hands firmly on my hips and opened me with his tongue. He licked up me, finishing on my clit.

  I arched and moaned but couldn’t move from side to side even though my body tried to wriggle and writhe, as I was totally pinned. He gently inserted two fingers inside me and the sensation of fullness was amazing. I bucked in reaction. I still wasn’t convinced he would fit in; I felt myself tightening around his fingers.

  Tomás brought himself up the bed beside me.

  “Bella, you’re right, you are so wet,” he said with a quick tease of his tongue on my lips.

  I was seriously going to explode before he put it in.

  “Even though you are well lubricated, it’s your first time, so you’re going to be very tight. We’re going to go slowly, yes?”

  “Yes.” I nodded, happy to obey the teacher. “No more teasing Tomás, I’m too wound up. Please come inside me, I want to feel what that is like.”

  “Such an impatient student,” he said, smiling. He reached for a condom that was next to the bed and I noticed he had lubricant there too, Lord knows why... maybe some virgins do need it. He must have thought I’d be too nervous to get wet... ha, I could bottle the lubricant I had happening below. He tore the wrapper off the condom and slid it on. I watched, fascinated, as
it covered his size.

  He pulled himself over the top of me, cupping the side of my face in one hand and looking down at me. His dark eyes were so honest and beautiful and he tried to read me.

  “Ready?” he asked.

  “Yes, please,” I said, and he smiled and shook his head slightly at me.

  Tomás reached down and navigated his enormous erection between my legs and pushed it in just a bit. I felt my body brace, I felt my vagina tighten as if it was resisting his entry. My fingers dug into his back as he pushed a little more, then pulled out and pushed a little more and pulled back again. He was right, it was intense and even though I was super wet, it hurt.

  I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes as he moved a little farther each time.

  “Al...iss, look at me,” Tomás said and I opened my eyes. I’m sure they were swimming, trying to focus on him. It was a fine line between pleasure and pain.

  “Don’t push in too fast will you?” I asked, a little panicked. I had read in books of guys that push in hard all at once, and I was scared he would tear something. The tightness was amazing.

  “Shh, never, I won’t do that,” he assured me, “nice and slowly. But you need to relax a little, okay? You’re anxious and it is making it tighter.”

  I nodded. “Relax, right,” I said and breathed in and out.

  “Can you feel me going in?”

  “Hell yes,” I said and made him laugh. “I feel as though I’m joined to you. It’s amazing.”

  “It’s good?” he asked.

  “It’s ... amazing,” I said again, struggling to find words. “Like we are one. I can feel you everywhere, like I’m full down there,” I said, my nails still digging into him. “What’s it feel like for you?” I asked him.

  “Fucking amazing, I can feel you all around me, so tight.” Tomás closed his eyes for a minute and breathed slowly. He opened them a minute later and looked at me, all the time holding his weight above me in his arms. He kept going in and out, a little bit more each time.