Chapter 30
LAYLA
Santiago kissed me passionately, but there was something different about this kiss. Like there was some kind of desperation to it that I didn’t quite understand. Then again, I was pretty desperate for him myself, so maybe I understood better than I’d thought at first.
It was just that from his side, it seemed like a different kind of desperation. In my case, it was physical. My body lit up like the Christmas Tree in Rockefeller Center as soon as he touched me, but that wasn’t what I was feeling from him.
There was definitely a very physical aspect to it as well, as proven by the massive bulge rapidly growing against my lower belly, but it wasn’t just that. Considering what we’d just been talking about, though, it was terribly surprising.
If I’d been given a massive career opportunity but was considering turning it down to leave the service altogether, I’d have been desperate for a distraction myself. I was simply lucky enough to get to be that distraction for him.
Let him lose himself in me. Let him pour his worry and his uncertainty into me. Let me be his refuge. I sure didn’t mind. He’d been my saving grace, my outlet, so many times. The least I could do was to be the rock for once.
Winding my arms tightly around his neck, I pulled him to me, kissing him back with every ounce of need that I felt swirling around in me. To back it up, I wrapped my legs around his hips and rocked into him, already feeling sparks of pleasure shooting from my core to my extremities.
He groaned into my mouth, his body melding to mine as he relaxed slightly above me.
It was at about that point that I realized that us being together had mostly been about me until now.
Sure, that weekend, there had been times where he’d let me explore his amazingly ripped body to my heart’s content, but again, he’d let me do it because I’d wanted to.
It’d still been about me. About what I needed.
Now, it was my turn to give him what he needed.
I smiled against his lips as I lifted my hip and started rolling my body to let him know that I wanted to be on top.
He moaned quietly but he snaked his arm around my back to hold me to him as he rolled onto his back.
“What are you up to now?” he murmured between kisses and nips at my lips.
I let go of him to tuck my hair behind my ears. Then I smiled again as I lowered my head back to his and spoke against his lips. “I’m not up to anything. I just want to turn that brain of yours off for a while. Have you seen the remote somewhere?”
He let out a dark chuckle as I ground my core against the bulge beneath his shorts. “Yeah, I think you found it. It’s right there between your legs.”
I smirked and waggled my brows at him. “That’s great. Thanks. Now would you be so kind as to give up control of it for a while?”
“Of what, the remote? Uh, no. It’s mine. Everybody knows the remote belongs to the man.”
“Nah, us women just let you think you control it.” I winked before sliding down the length of his abdomen and pushing his shirt up to expose the perfect washboard hiding underneath it. “Besides, you’re not really going to fight me on this right now, are you?”
I looked up at him as I asked the question, batting my lashes as I shot him a sweet smile.
Santiago let out a long, low groan, but then he shook his head before letting it drop down on the sand.
“No, I’m not. Just go easy on me, okay? It’s been a long time and a long day.
I’m not sure I have it in me to play around too much tonight. ”
“We’re not playing around,” I murmured against his skin, dropping whisper-soft kisses on his flat stomach between words. “Just relax, Cortez. Let go. I’ve got this.”
He sucked in a sharp breath when my hands skated around the waistband of his pants, his hips bucking slightly underneath me. As much as feminine power coursed through me over having such an intense effect on this man with something as simple as that, I didn’t let it go to my head.
So far, Santiago had proven to be an expert at anticipating my needs and now I had to do the same for him. Plus, he’d made it a lot easier by coming right out and saying it, so I didn’t even need to guess and hope I got it right.
Tonight, he didn’t want to be teased or explored.
Simply put, he wanted out of his head and then he wanted to come.
I could do both of those things, so without any further ado, I ran my hands underneath his waistband and waited until I felt the rougher elastic of his underwear before I lifted both at the same time.
A tremor ran through him when I exposed his hot, hard flesh to the night air, and I felt a corresponding thrill travel through me. I knew exactly how he felt right now and the memory of him making me feel that way the last time we were here made me have to squeeze my thighs together.
My pulse thundered between my legs, but I didn’t even try to do anything about it. For once, I could wait.
As I pushed his pants down, I bent my head to keep kissing him, running my tongue along the path of slightly coarser hair that ran down from his belly button. My cheek grazed first the tip of his cock and then the shaft, and I heard the groan that rattled out of him at the contact.
I was skating a fine line between dragging him out of his head and teasing him, and the balance was a littler harder to find than I’d expected.
Santiago didn’t seem to mind while I tried to find it, though.
Low groans kept falling out of him, punctuated by breathy moans, and he rocked his hips up into my hand when I wrapped my fist around the concrete-encased-in-velvet length of him.
Deciding to take a different approach than just popping his dick into my mouth and sucking, I scooted down a little further, then kept pumping my hand gently up and down while running my tongue along the very top of his thigh to his groin.
I licked playfully at his balls, then grazed my teeth against the base of his shaft before starting the whole process all over again.
When I felt him tense, I knew I was dangerously close to crossing that line.
I was well on my way to going beyond pulling him out of his thoughts and I was venturing into teasing territory.
Although I was really enjoying myself getting to know his body more intimately, I didn’t keep venturing. Instead, I gripped him a little more firmly and then licked my way up his length until my tongue hit that bundle under his tip.
I sucked on it for a moment before closing my lips over him, sliding my mouth as far down as I could until it met my hand. Santiago’s approval came in a whisper-shout. “Layla! Fuck.”
My lips curved into a smile, but I never let him slide out of my mouth. Instead, I simply sank down again, coordinating the movements of my hand and head until he was panting and shaking underneath me. As soon as I felt him swell, he tapped on my shoulder but I still didn’t stop.
He wanted this and I wanted it too. Doubling down to let him know that I had no intention of heeding his quiet advice to lift my head if I didn’t want to swallow, I moaned when I felt him swell even more.
The next thing I knew, he shot his seed down my throat and I swallowed every last drop, looking up at him writhing in the moonlight as he came. This was ridiculously stupid of us, getting it on right here all over again.
It was almost like we were asking to be caught, but it was also the only place where we could be together. A hotel was also an option, but it felt like there would be an even greater chance of someone seeing us enter or leave at some point than there was of them finding us here.
When Santiago’s eyes blinked open again, I smiled, but then he was on me. Rearing forward like a predator on the attack, he cradled me in his arms before he lowered me back down on the sand, his mouth descending on mine for one of those wild, searing kisses of his.
With his pants still around his ankles, he flattened himself over me, and to my surprise, his erection didn’t deflate too much. He kissed me until I was squirming, moaning, and more desperate for him than ever before.
Sensing, or perhaps feeling, how much I needed him, he shoved my pants and panties down roughly and brought his hand to my drenched folds. With a few flicks of his finger, I was approaching seventh heaven, and when he scooted down and clamped his lips over my clit, I was done for.
Coming hard and fast into his mouth, I moaned his name as quietly as I could and scraped my nails across his scalp. No sooner was I returning to reality than he was rolling a condom down over his hard length and then he was on me again, kissing me tenderly as our bodies merged together.
The sex was slower this time than it had been the last time we’d been here, but it also felt so much more meaningful. Under the pale silver glow of the moon, his mouth stayed fused to mine as he moved in and out of me.
We moved together effortlessly, seamlessly, taking each other higher and higher until we climaxed together, then caught our breath in each other’s arms. After, without a word, he let go of me and handed me my pants and panties.
I accepted them with a nod, put them on, and then bent over to press another kiss to his lips. “Good luck with your decision, baby. No matter what you decide, I support you.”
He released a low sound of pleasure as he cupped my face in his hands. “Thanks. I’ll let you know what I’m going to do.”
“See you in the morning.”
“Yeah, I’ll see you.”
Although it hurt me to do it, I left him while he was still putting his clothes back on. He’d come out here to think and I had no doubt he still wanted to do that. Besides, hanging out together after just increased our chances of being caught.
I’d almost reached the path up to the sidewalk when I caught a beam of light coming around the pier. Oh, dear Lord, please don’t let him get caught with his pants literally down.
Fuck. My heart was beating in my ears as I hurried up to the path and prayed that whoever was attached to that light hadn’t seen my face.
If they had, and if they were one of ours, then I might’ve been a part of Santiago’s last class for an entirely different reason than the one we’d talked about before.