Page 79 of A Follow-Through in Faking
It’s a fact.
And it’s about damn time I take what I want.
Chapter 33
Santiago
Catalinaisdraggingmesomewhere. With our trophy in her left hand, my hand in her right, she is pulling me and dragging me until she stops abruptly in front of a room I’ve never been in.
“Cata, we have to get to our press conference,” I say, but she opens the door and guides me inside anyway.
“No, Santi, I have to get you inside me. Now,” she replies, almost making my whole body whimper with need.
The words have hardly left her mouth before I grab her wrists and pin them above her head against the door. I capture her mouth at the same moment, making sure her head is away from the wood as she desperately clings to my mouth with hers. I shift one of my thighs between her legs, leaving it there while I explore her mouth, taking in the taste of her.
“Tell me what you need,” I say, practically beg, because I want to give her everything she desires. I want her to never needanyone but me again because I’m too good at being everything she ever hoped for in a partner.
“Make me come, Santi. Make me come as often as possible,” she replies against my mouth, her demand like liquid pleasure coursing through my veins.
“Say ‘out’ if you want me to stop at any point,” I say, using a tennis phrase I think fits well and is easy to remember. Cata laughs against my lips, but it’s a breathless sound filled with pleasure.
“Okay. Same goes for you,” she says, going back to kissing me.
I move my leg a little, bringing the top of my knee and lower thigh flush against her pussy. Cata moans instantly at the contact, and my cock gives a needy throb at the feel of her warmth against my skin.
“Ride my leg, Cata. Let me see you fall apart,” I say, pushing it even more against her clit until she’s frantically rubbing to chase her pleasure.
Part of me wants to kiss her through her orgasm, while the other is too busy being mesmerized by how devastating she is this close to her orgasm. Her wrists are still pinned beneath my hands, but I shift them around so that both of them are only covered by one. My other hand drops to her throat, not applying any pressure but merely holding her there like the possessive man I am when it comes to Cata. It also forces her eyes to stay on me as she rolls her hips, getting closer and closer to falling apart.
I finally apply the slightest bit of pressure to either side of her throat, and Catalina moans so loudly, I kiss her to swallow the sound.
“Does that feel good?” I ask once I pull back, watching her bottom lip slip between her teeth.
“Mhm.”
“Mhm?” I ask, smirking when she whimpers in pleasure. She’s so fucking gorgeous when she’s like this. Unrestrained, frantic with need, and desperate for me.
It’s exactly how I feel about her.
“I’m gonna come, Santi,” she says, moaning as she picks up speed and grinds against my leg faster than before.
Her eyes keep fluttering shut as she rolls her hips forward, bolts of pleasure probably shooting through her. Fuck, I’m so desperate to chase my own pleasure inside of her. I add even more pressure against her clit as I lift my leg higher.
Cata falls apart in my arms, and I let her moan my name as loudly as she wants because, for all I care, the whole world could hear her scream my name. Mine. No one else’s. Maybe then they would all understand that we belong to each other.
I release her wrists and guide her arms around my neck, but she’s so limp from her orgasm, I have to hold onto her hips to keep her upright. I kiss the corner of her mouth, the middle of it, and then the other corner as she comes back to reality.
“That was fun,” she says, dragging her nails over my nape and making my whole body tense with need. “You know what would be even more fun?” she asks, leaning forward to rake her teeth down my throat.
“Cata, I’m going to come in my pants before you even touch me if you keep this up,” I warn, but she doesn’t stop. Instead, she lifts my shirt, urging me to take it off while she removes her dress, and as soon as it hits the floor, she trails her nails down my chest. “Catalina,” I warn because the pressure in my cock is building in the way it does right before I come, and I don’t know if I can stop myself.
It’s been too long, and Cata feels too good, and fuck, I don’t want to stop it. I want to come. I want her to make me come.
“Santi, you didn’t answer my question,” she reminds me as she drops her hand to my bulge and cups it.
“Fuck!” I groan, slamming my hand against the door behind her as my head falls back. Pleasure explodes through me, and I barely keep from embarrassing myself.
“Answer my question,” she demands, and I let my head fall toward her again to look into those blue eyes of hers that I love with my whole heart.
