Team Tomás (The Saints Team #2) (8 page)

“Your turn to be released,” I
said, my voice husky with satisfaction. I saw his surprised expression. “I have
a few skills,” I assured him, rolling him onto his back, “and I’m a quick
study. You can tell me what you like and want too.”

“I think you’ll do fine,” he said,
smiling and dropping his head back on the pillow with his hands behind his head.
As I ran my fingers along the taut fabric covering his penis he omitted a low
growl which seemed to come from deep inside his chest.

I straddled him, and slowly peeled
back the fabric of his boxers, exposing him inch by inch. His hands moved down
to grip the sheets as I released his penis until it stood fully erect before me.
I slid his briefs off and tossed them away, then slid between his legs where I
sat with his prized possession taking center stage.

“Oh Tomás, you are a work of art,”
I said.

“Hands only!” Tomás warned me.

“But...” I pouted.

“No, Al...iss, the teacher has
spoken. Everything in good time.”

“Okay,” I sighed and then quickly
flicked the head of his penis with my tongue.

He inhaled sharply and muttered my
name. “Don’t get ahead of the teacher, Al...iss.” He leaned up, grabbed the
back of my head and pulled me towards him. I fell onto his chest and penis, not
doing any damage—he was so hard I think I bounced. He stuck his tongue in my
mouth, hard and fast and needy. It was a powerful kiss; I thought about the
ladies at the bar saying he was rough. I looked forward to a bit of rough.

He pulled away. “That’s the only
place your tongue is allowed tonight,” he growled, and gave me a warning look.
I swallowed and nodded. He pushed me back. I resettled between his legs where I
could study his erection. I licked my lips; it was subconscious, honest.

“Behave,” he said.

“Shh, Tomás, I have work to do
here,” I said, trying to focus.

He chuckled and stopped abruptly
when I began to feather my fingers up his penis. I touched him lightly
everywhere, watching as it seemed to hum in my hands. I looked at Tomás lying
on his back looking so beautiful. His eyes were closed and I felt I had all his
power in my hand. I worked my hand below his balls, softly releasing and
stroking, darting to his anus and back and watching as his body stiffened and
his hands released and grasped the sheets.

I began on his shaft, taking some
of the milky spill from the head and working it down his erection. Using both
hands I began to pump and massage him.

“Saints be praised,” I heard him
whisper or something in Spanish that sounded like that. He opened his eyes and
watched me, then as I increased the pace of my movements, he moaned, closed his
eyes and gripped my legs. I loved how his balls tightened in my hand, magic. I
continued but I picked up the pace, hoping that he would come soon or else I
didn’t know what else to do, yet. But he rewarded me…

“Al...iss,” he cried out and came
in a flow of milky liquid. I kept going, only gentler in my touch until he
grabbed my hands, begging me to stop. He pulled me over to lie beside him and I
traced my hand gently over his chest as we lay quietly. I dipped my fingers
into the pale white semen and I could feel him watching me. Strange stuff.

Eventually Tomás spoke. “I think
you are head of the class, Al...iss,” he said.

I smiled. “I have a very good teacher.
He makes me want to learn, such a rare gift.”

We lay in blessed silence again for
a while longer, just enjoying the post-sex glow and the scent of sex.

“So,” Tomás eventually said, “how
was that date?”

“Just great,” I assured him. “So
great.”

“Our lesson continues on Friday
night, does that work for you, Cookie?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I snapped with glee. “Any
homework before then?”

“Oh yes,” he said, with spice in
his voice. “I’ll be texting you your homework instructions.”

I think I giggled like a
twelve-year-old. Study had never been this much fun.

“But there is one more thing you
must do tomorrow.”

“Mm?” I asked suspiciously.

“We have the press conference in
the morning. What will you be wearing?” he asked.

“Our office team has to wear the
uniform... navy skirt, white shirt, blue and gold Saints silk scarf. It’s nice
actually. They make us wear that so you can tell us from the players.” I poked
him in fun.

He laughed. “Yes, it would be hard
to tell you and The Russian apart. Then your homework starts tomorrow. No
panties.”

“What?” I turned to look at him.

His eyes laughed as his smile
began to widen.

“You heard your teacher, no
panties under the skirt.” He ran his hand down and I stopped it midway. He
pushed on and started circling around my butt, making his way to the front. I
couldn’t speak while I followed the pattern of his hand. “When I look at you
tomorrow in the press conference, I will know that under that skirt you are
naked and my tongue will be there on Friday night.”

I felt the rush of desire and
fear. “Have mercy,” I told him.

Tomás laughed.

“What if I have to go up a
staircase or I collapse from excitement and my skirt rides up?”

“Then unfortunately I won’t be the
only one to see your lovely pussy will I?” His fingers made their way back up
to my face and he stroked my cheek. “No panties, Alice, or you’ll make your
teacher very cross.”

Chapter 15

Sasha Saxon from the Saints was in the office before
me when I rocked into work Thursday morning; Jim was in too but he was always
in early and Kay arrived ten minutes or so after me, harried as she always was
after the school run. Could they tell I wasn’t wearing panties? Good grief, the
things I do for a guy, well this guy. I should have just worn them and slipped
them off before the press conference but there was something so sexy about
knowing I kept his secret.

It was Jim and Sasha’s job to pull
together the media conference at eleven; Kay and I were on hand to help. The
club didn’t do the full-on media event very often but there was this weekend’s
game to talk about, a new substantial sponsor to announce and a few other bits
of club news including all the recent media hype about the drain the club would
face as players were tempted by European clubs. No wonder they had signed Lucas
up as tightly as they could and wanted to keep him happy—it helped that he
wanted to stay near his friends, and now Mia too.

I should have been exhausted but I
was on a natural high. I got home late from my date with Tomás, or early
depending on how you look at it. I fell straight into a deep and satisfied
sleep only because my body couldn’t take any more lying awake thinking of Tomás,
and I woke up at seven a.m. I allowed Dad and Ryan two questions only, answered
those and was at the office at eight-thirty, ready for a day of Saints and
scenery. God, my life was great.

Except for one small thing, I
didn’t ask Tomás the question I really wanted to ask—
who was Julieta?
The
Julieta that was arriving on Sunday. My mind went to the date last night, again—who
was I kidding, I’d thought of nothing else since I opened my eyes. What a
wonderful night, what a kind, sexy and wonderful man. I was so happy I was
scared... I know that might not make sense but anyone who has ever fallen in
love will totally get it.

Sasha’s eyes narrowed as she
looked at me. “You look particularly happy this morning.” She studied me.

“I am particularly happy,” I
agreed.

I’d be happier if I had my
panties on, but seeing Tomás would make up for that.

I continued, “I’m in a job I love,
I get to work with you, Sash, every day, the scenery is great and...” I heard
the coffee van pull up outside, “... the coffee van is here! Kay, can I get you
one?”

“May God bless you, Alice,” she
said, fishing some coins out of her top desk drawer. “A double shot latte made
on soy please.”

“Like I could forget that order,”
I teased her, rising and taking the coins. “Sash?”

“I’ll come with you,” she said,
still eyeing me off.

I stuck my head into Jim’s office.
“Coffee, boss? The van is here,” I said.

“Why not? Thanks,” he said and
pulled his wallet out and offered me a few dollars.

“Cappuccino with one sugar,” I
said.

“You’ll go a long way, Alice,” he
teased me.

Sasha and I walked out of the
admin offices and joined the staff already in the queue at the coffee van.

“Nice uniform,” I said, admiring
her outfit.

“Right back at you,” she said,
“you wear it well.”

I sighed. “Bit sad when we have to
deliver our own compliments.”

“Undo a few buttons and lose the
bra and I’m sure we’ll get plenty,” she said.

My heart rate went into overdrive.
I hoped she didn’t have an inkling that I was going commando from the skirt
down. Thank God it was knee length. Mm, Tomás Carrera would pay for this one. I
bet he was secretly laughing right now—I bet he didn’t believe I would do it.
It did feel pretty sexy though, in the right company.

Sasha sighed and looked to the top
of the queue. “C’mon Russian, how many coffees are you ordering there?”

The enormous Saints player cum
security office turned and looked at us.

“Sasha, I’m not built for speed,
but if I can get before you in the queue, then you deserve to wait,” he said.
The queue waiters laughed along. It was hard to tell most times what The
Russian was thinking or if he was joking; he was so dry and nothing really
changed in his expression, his tone or his speed. He was a walking wall; a
muscle-built, huge wall.

Sasha gave him her best ‘you’ll
pay for that’ look.

“I have one word for you,
Russian,” she called to him. “Merchandise.”

“Oh yeah, about that,” he said and
turned to her, “have you got a kid’s jersey I could send my cousin?”

“Ah, have you got a cappuccino
with my name on it?” she asked.

He picked up the two he had
ordered; one for himself and his fellow Saints’ player and security officer, Eddie
Mosley who shared the office with him. “If you had just got here a few minutes
earlier I would have ordered you one,” he said, with a shrug.

“Hmm.” She smirked at him, as the
line moved along.

“Morning Alice,” he said as he
passed me.

“Morning Russian,” I said, with a
smile. I’m sure I was radiating a post-orgasm glow.

“Good to see you girls in
uniform,” he said, “love a woman in uniform.” He continued to the office.

I looked at Sasha and lowered my
voice. “You get on well with him. Shame he’s taken. Leesa, his girlfriend, is really
nice though.”

“I heard they split. Anyway, uggh,
I’m not going out with a player,” she said, quietly. “How incestuous... working
here, hanging out with one after hours. I’d have Saints on the brain. Besides,
I’ve got my eye on someone.”

“Really? That’s good,” I said,
pleased for her. “So I wouldn’t know him then?”

“Yes, your brother,” she said,
then laughed.

“Oh, ha, you’re very funny, he’s
not even legal age yet.” I rolled my eyes at her and she broke up laughing at
her own joke. She was a bit ‘out-there’.

When I got back to the office and
finished delivering Jim and Kay their coffees, I threw myself into the game
entertainment that was required for the weekend—luckily my predecessor had set
that up for the next few months and I was just required to follow up and tick
all the boxes, an easy learning curve. I checked the rundown of events was
still correct and posted a round of updates on the Saints’ social media sites.
Next, I had some player appearance requests to wade through and approve or deny—they
seemed to be never-ending, and then we had the media event at eleven and our
own weekly marketing team meeting at three p.m. I went to the ladies’ and
forgot there were no panties to pull down—super weird.

Back at my desk, my phone vibrated
with a text message and I reached for it. There was only one person I wanted to
hear from this morning and I wasn’t disappointed... make my day!

Tomás: Hi Cookie, my very
promising student, thinking of U

I grinned and then tried to hide
it. My stomach flipped with excitement and I texted back quickly.

Me: Morning ‘T’ for Tomás &
teacher. Thank U 4 a wonderful nyt. It truly wz a gr8 D8

Tomás: 4 me too. R U panty-less?

Me: Ys sir, as instructed

Tomás: You’re goin 2 b begging me 2
take your V

Me: I’m begging U already

Tomás: It must b memorable, a
V-trip, I insist

Me: I don’t think I’ll ever 4get

Tomás: C U @ the press conf. Then,
I will txt U 2nyt with homework

Me. Don’t make it 2 hard.

Tomás: Trust me, it’s hard right
now.

Ah Tomás, Tomás, Tomás. Thank God
I don’t have a dick. It would be hard all day thinking of Tomás, so
uncomfortable sitting down and I’d get absolutely no work done. Another weird
thought... wow, I’d never need drugs for tripping.

Chapter 16

The press conference was in the Saints’ club room and
there was a good turnout. A dozen or so of the key players were in attendance—it
was compulsory—along with several television camera crew, and staff from the
two newspapers and radio stations with their microphones set up at the front of
the room. The players were in their uniform too—a navy suit, white shirt and
club tie. Men usually always looked good in a suit especially when they were
fit and gorgeous to begin with and the Saints’ boys didn’t disappoint. It was
an effort to not drool. Where was I? Oh yeah, Sasha and I manned the door; then
I took a pile of press kits from Jim and circulated, handing them out. Winning
brownie points basically—it was my first week, and I wanted to be a hit.

 I saw Lucas arrive and begin to
circle the room and as he passed me, he gave my shoulder a squeeze and I gave
him one of those smiles that said “you’re adorable—but don’t hurt my best
friend because I am in charge of the Saints’ Facebook page”. Amazing how much
one expression can hold.

Kay had taken over at the welcome
desk and Sasha swanned past and nudged me. “Show off,” she said.

“What?”

“Friends with the legend, hey?” she
said, with a glance to Captain Lucas.

“You mean... the legend dress
designer?” I asked wide-eyed looking directly at her.

She laughed. “Yeah right, that you
are. One day, you may just be saying that.”

A female journalist about my age
wearing a beige suit and dangerously high heels walked up to Sasha and me.

“Can I have one of those?”she asked,
looking at the press kits in my hand.

“Of course,” I said, and gave her
one. She looked at my name tag and job title and it wasn’t a friendly look—it
was like the look a carnivore gives a bunny in those National Geographic TV
documentaries.

“Oh, you got the event coordinator
job; I went for that,” she said. Her lips thinned as she appraised me as though
it was my fault I applied.

“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 quickly,” 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.