“What are you—”
She opens her mouth, tongue lashing out over her bottom lip with that sexy as sin look in her brown eyes, silently urging me to come in her mouth.
Goner. I’m a goner. I’ve imagined this in my head more times than I care to admit, and now, here it is, painted out before me, and it’s a million times better than what my imagination had sketched out.
“Go on, Andrés,” she coos, grabbing hold of my dick. “Come for me.”
I think—emphasis on the think—her lips aren’t even wrapped around me for a full minute, tongue swirling along the bottom of my shaft before I’m doing just that. My balls tighten one last time as I thread my fingers into the top of her hair, and the next thing I know, I’m falling over the edge, spurting jet after jet of my hot cum down her throat. She doesn’t even flinch, still sucking the goddamn life right out of me, taking me as deep as she can go. It’s fucking beautiful to watch, and it’s at that moment that I finally realize I can’t let her go.
I need her to be mine when she walks free, and I’ll do whatever it takes.
Whatever it fucking takes.
♫ Way down We Go - KALEO
I had forgotten it was possible to be this sore after sex. My back, my legs, my pussy—everything is sore, deliciously sore. Any tiny little movement makes me writhe in pain, and yet, I’m more relaxed than I have been in a long time.
Coming like a freight train will do that to a girl.
I couldn’t care less about anything going on around me. I’m too busy scarfing down my shitty lunch in a daze of flashbacks to notice.
“I’m right there, right there.” Another warning, and after a few more strokes, I’m falling apart, biting on the hem of my shirt to stifle the moans trying to break free.
But he doesn’t stop, keeping a pace steady that forces me to ride out the wave of my orgasm until I’m a weak mess.
What about him, though? He’s not wearing a condom. Where the fuck is he going to come?
“Are you close?” I pant, forming a plan in my head, and as soon as he answers with, “I’m right there, bebé. Right fucking there,” I’m putting it into action.
Reaching back, I push him back a few feet and quickly scramble onto my knees ‘cause timing is everything.
“What are you—” He seems confused...until I open my mouth, tongue lashing out over my bottom lip, silently urging him to come in my mouth.
The way his eyes widen… It’s the most adorably sexy thing I’ve seen in forever.
“Go on, Andrés,” I coo, grabbing hold of his dick. “Come for me.”
“There you are!” Lena’s whisper-hiss drops my ass back into the present as she all but slams her lunch tray onto the table and plants her ass in front of me. “What the hell happened to you? I woke up, and you were nowhere to be found.”
I didn’t make it back from medical until most of the girls had already left for work. Of course, there wasn’t anything wrong with me, but Doctor Gomez decided it was best to run some tests and keep an eye on me for a few hours. In the end, he chalked it up to possible food poisoning, which makes zero sense to me when no one else is ill. I wasn’t going to argue, obviously, and took his note without comment, knowing Andrés and I were in the clear.
Misson-fucking-accomplished.
Literally.
Lena had absolutely no clue what we were up to, though, so I’m not surprised to see the mass amount of concern written all over her pretty face. “I had to go down to medical. Wasn’t feeling too hot last night.”
Her head rears back, brown eyes widening like saucers. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
Because I was faking illness to go get fucked, and I needed my excuse to be believable all around.
I love her dearly, I do, and I trust her with everything that I am, but I’m not so sure that I want to tell her what really went down. She’s still cycling through this weird-ass mood, and there are more important things I need to tell her anyway—like how I finally got my early release, but there’s a chance I could lose it with Ryker now being investigated. Adding in the fact that I finally kissed and fucked Andrés might be too much for her to handle all at once.
She’s gonna be mad enough as it is that I didn’t tell her about my early release sooner. Why throw a nail in the coffin too?
“Wake you up for what? I was nauseous, my head was throbbing. There wasn’t anything you could’ve done to help me that I hadn’t already tried before I called for the guards, and they took me down to medical,” I lie, hoping I sound more legit than I feel.
Selena’s expression softens a bit, hand reaching out for mine. “You know I would’ve stayed up with you even if I couldn’t help,” she vows, making me feel like absolute shit in two point five seconds.
Don’t do it. Don’t tell her.
It’s right there on the tip of my tongue, waiting to be unleashed so we can gush together, but I force myself to swallow down the words and squeeze her hand instead. “I know, but I didn’t want to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully and—”
“Please tell me it was Bala who took you down to see Gomez,” she interjects, waggling her eyebrows like the Lena I love.
It makes me wonder what’s going on with her that she hasn’t told me. She’s been so hot and cold...
“He did, yeah.” That’s the one and only bone I’m throwing, but like anyone fishing for information, you give them an inch, and they take the whole mile.
“Aaand? What happened?”
“Nothing.” I shrug noncommittally.
