Page 73 of Faithless
It wouldn’t take long. I was slick, and my flesh was so sensitive to every rub I made with my fingertips. Santos was getting close too, his grip on me tightening while he stiffened and swelled inside my mouth. I felt his hand reach lower, diving inside the bodice of my dress to find my breasts.
I was moaning too now, wordless and muffled with my mouth stuffed full of him. My orgasm was building hard and fast while I rubbed myself and Santos rolled my nipples with those callused fingers.
“You really want to know why I got beat?” he rasped, his voice tight.
“Mmm!” I took him further down my throat, sealing my lips down his solid length.
“Come for me first.” He laughed when my moan turned into a throaty growl of frustration. “Your pleasure is the price for knowledge. Show me how much you like sucking my dick.”
Oh Jesus. Not only was he a responsive lover, he could tease and talk dirty too. I couldn’t afford to fail at torching this place and freeing all the gladiators. Not when I’d just found the perfect man.
And the part I couldn’t get over? He wanted me too.
“Don’t stop, just like that,” Santos groaned, kneading a breast in one hand while he stroked my neck and face with the other. “You’re so perfect, so good to me.”
My breath was shortening, the building orgasm coiling tighter in my clit like a compressed spring. Sucking down Santos became a race to see which would come first—me, him, or my need to breathe.
He spilled on my tongue with a ragged groan, hips pistoning to drive his releasing cock through the seal of my lips. His sounds of pleasure, and the salty taste of him, spurred my own orgasm to let loose. The spring uncoiled, stretching free. My legs clamped shut as they shook, trapping my hand against my clit as I swallowed every thick pulse of Santos’ release.
I let him fall from my mouth when he grew soft, resting my cheek on his thigh as we looked up at each other. He was so fucking sexy, sitting back on the couch with his knees wide, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. With his powerful physique, the injuries dotting his skin, and the light sheen of sweat coating him, he looked like a sated god of war.
“Come here, paloma,” he rasped, cupping my cheek.
I rose from the floor, accepting his embrace. He turned me sideways, draping my legs across his lap while those powerful arms encircled my waist. Santos kissed me deeply, possessively, holding me tightly in a way that showed that he never wanted to let go.
The tenderness of it nearly made me want to cry. I wasn’t used to this either, any kind of cuddling or afterglow following anything sexual. I didn’t even realize until right then that he was probably the first guy to initiate this with me.
Maybe this was what I was missing, genuine affection freely given. It was like how my fathers always were with my mother. At least one of them was always touching her just because they loved to be connected to her. Kissing, cuddling, even holding hands, were things I always had to fight for with a guy, and I always initiated.
Santos was acting like I’d already saved him, and this was just a blowjob.
“Don’t you have something to tell me?” I whispered, my lips brushing his.
“You’re the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, kissing me again. “And your mouth, fuck.” He touched his thumb to my lip, his smile lazy and sated. “These lips are magical.”
“You know, you’re very good at using charm to be distracting.” I almost said,you remind me of Torr,but I thought better of it. “But I’m not easily distracted. What were you going to say before?”
“Hm, you’ll have to remind me.” He kissed my mouth again, then the bridge of my nose. “Because I am very easily distracted, and this gorgeous face hasn’t been kissed enough.”
“Santos!” I laughed as he moved on to my cheek and my neck. God, why couldn’t this last forever? Finally, an adorable, sweet, funny man who was also hot as fuck and wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. Right when I had to leave too, and I could only hope he would still be here when I came back to storm the castle. “You know what I’m talking about. I paid the price for knowledge, so tell me why they did this.”
He kissed my shoulder and then rested his forehead there for a moment, barely even a second, when the knock came to the door.
“Time’s up. Three minutes to put your clothes back on.”
“Fuck,” we said in unison.
“I hate this,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “I hate this so much.”
“Me too. Rori, listen.” Santos pulled back and held me by the shoulders, his face gravely serious. “They’re most likely going to put me in isolation after this. As further punishment.”
My heart felt like it stopped and then clenched with fear. “Isolation? What does that mean for you?”
“It means…” He inhaled sharply before continuing. “I might not be the same person when you come back. It’s like sensory deprivation, real fucked-up psychological shit.”
Torture. He meant psychological torture.
My hands found his, linking through his fingers as if to create a type of netting that would never separate us. “Then we’ve got to get you outnow.”
