12. Andres
CHAPTER 12
ANDRES
“I met someone,” she said, and the grin on my face grew. I was a son of a bitch.
A lucky one, but one, nonetheless.
Carmen knew it all. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t worry when I returned to my office after an unexpected meeting. The season was about to start, and meetings popped up. It turned out I didn’t need to be on the field or even part of that end of it to still have football and the love I had for it in my life.
But Carmen was more important to me than anything the pigskin could bring me.
When I’d found her at my desk, about to shut my laptop, I’d known I’d been caught. Big time. But I wasn’t going to apologize. It had been a relief that she’d figured it out. I hadn’t been sure how she would take what I’d done, but even in the best-case scenarios couldn’t I have imagined the way it turned out.
Now there were no secrets between us.
The last week hadn’t tempered our need for one another, either. Whether I was at her place or she was at mine. No matter what, we ended and started our days together. Not to mention the way we kept watching each other. Sneaking into each other’s places and leaving each other little clues of where we had been.
It was exciting, and fuck me, I knew the rest of our lives would be like this. I wasn’t a fortune teller, but I knew, because I’d be by her side and she’d be by mine for the long haul. She was my forever.
“And I’m really sorry, but I don’t think I can go to dinner. I don’t feel like it would be right. I hope you understand,” Carmen explained. It was the night before the date her mom had set her up on. She would have called earlier, but after telling each other how we felt once everything came out, we’d been inseparable.
“Oh, okay, no worries,” the deep voice rumbled on the other end of the line. Yeah, the call was on speaker. But then again, it had to be since I was the one holding her phone between us.
My hand trailed the line of her hip, and her eyes caught mine, but I didn’t stop. My thumb rounded her belly button, and I loved the way her belly quivered beneath my touch. Her eyes shined with need and frustration. When I skimmed the bottom of her breast, she bit down on that pretty bottom lip of hers to keep from moaning.
She knows the rules. No one gets to hear her but me.
“I know our moms set this whole thing up—“ She felt bad about cancelling, but the only option was making it a party of three because there was no way I’d let her go to lunch alone with this new professor.
“Carmen, I’m serious. It’s not a big deal. We haven’t met, but honestly, I’m glad you met someone, and I genuinely hope it all works out.”
Of course, we’ll work out. I might not have said the words out loud, but by the way Carmen’s brow rose, she knew what I had been thinking.
“Thank you. Maybe I could set you up on a date with my friend?” My sweet little matchmaker. “She works at the library, too.”
“Thanks, Carmen, but I’m not really ready to date. Umm…” He cleared his throat. “Long story, but good luck with everything.”
“Thanks, and, umm, you too.” He ended the call, and I dropped the phone on the nightstand next to us.
“Happy?” she asked with playful sass.
“Hmm,” I sighed slowly, loving the way her eyes soaked me in. I felt her gaze like a fucking touch, and my dick was not mad about it. “Not as happy as I will be.” I grinned.
I walked to the end of the bed and took in the incredible sight before me. Who needed to go see the Eiffel Tower or the Leaning Tower of Pisa when they had the eighth wonder of the world in their bedroom? There was nothing more beautiful, more jaw dropping, more awe inspiring than the sight of my woman, naked and tied to my bed.
Fuck. She was beautiful!
Spread out, her wrists and ankles tied with velvet-lined straps that were connected and strapped to the bedframe. My hands rubbed the silky-smooth skin at her ankles, and I didn’t miss the way she squirmed. Not because she wanted to get away from me but because she was soaking wet, needing so much more.
“Be good, baby,” I mumbled. With open palms, my hands made their journey up her gorgeous legs.
“Andres.” Fuck, the sound of my name off her lips was one of the sexiest things I’d ever heard. It was also the most soothing and beautiful. Fuck, I was so damn in love with her, there was no way out.
“Uh-uh.” I shook my head. “You said you wanted to play today,” I muttered, grazing the tips of her thighs with the backs of my fingers. I still couldn’t believe how fucking lucky I was. Not only was Carmen made for me outside of the bedroom, but in it as well. We’d talked about our fantasies and preferences, and when she confessed she loved the idea of handing someone control and being his submissive, I’d about kissed the ground she walked on.
“What do you call me, beautiful?”
“Sir,” she answered stunningly. Without hesitation. The trust she handed to me, especially after knowing everything she had been through in the past, was fucking humbling and not something I would ever fumble. My dick jerked behind the loose boxers I wore.
That thing she had brought to life in me, the savage feral animal, was all but ready to pounce. But we both liked the idea of playing with our girl before we found our release. My knee hit the mattress, and she tried to lift her head and look at me. The movement made her tits bounce, and I smiled like a wolf who knew he was about to eat really fucking well.
I couldn’t tear my eyes from where my fingers touched her skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. “Love how your body reacts to my touch.” Her limbs strained against the restraints, and I tsked.
“You trying to escape, beautiful?”
“Andres!” she gasped.
“Where are we?” I asked, needing to make sure we were on the same page. “You know the colors, Carmen, baby. Green is good, yellow we need a break, red to stop,” I recapped.
“Green!” she gritted through her clenched teeth. “So green.”
“Good, baby.” My lips dropped to her knees. “You have the sexiest knees I’ve ever seen.”
“Knees aren’t supposed to be sexy,” she sassed. My lips twitched. Even tied up she couldn’t help herself, and fuck, I loved that. It showed me just how comfortable she was with me.
“Maybe on other women, but you? Fuck, Carmen.” I swallowed. My Adam’s apple bobbed. “So fucking sexy. I could kneel right here, between these pretty legs, just like this—“ I did as I described, sitting back on my haunches before my hand pulled my dick out of the waistband of my boxers. Her eyes zeroed in on the way I slowly started to stroke. “And fucking play and come at the sight of your knees.”
“You’re crazy.” She gasped.
“Fuck yeah, I am.” I chuckled darkly. “Fucking crazy about you.” I let go of my dick and leaned down to kiss her knees.
“Baby,” she whined, pulling on the ropes that held her in place. I laughed again.
“Shh, patience,” I soothed.
“Honey—“
“You wanted this, Carmen. You wanted me to edge you,” I reminded her. She had shared a dirty little fantasy, one she had been having since we’d met, I knew I’d had to make it come true.
Over and over.
For a lifetime.
“But I need you,” she cried, and fuck me, I loved hearing that shit. My lips moved from her knees and up her thighs, stopping at her center for a moment to breathe her in. Her arousal and the natural sweet scent of her skin mingled like the most perfect bouquet.
“Fuck, you smell great,” I rumbled. Without skipping a beat, I dropped between her legs and lifted her bottom up, draping her knees over my shoulders.
I glanced up and looked into the eyes that would be next to me for a lifetime, and everything inside of me settled. Excitement swirled hand in hand with content happiness.
Without blinking, I swiped my tongue at her rich honey, making her buck. A dark, animal-like sound rumbled through me. She squirmed and moaned. My perfect little doll. I’d never get enough of her. Her hands clenched the sheets, and I lifted her up higher, needing my tongue to get as deep inside of her as I could.
She was so fucking ripe and juicy.
Her hips ground down against my chin, or tried to at least. I loved how easily she gave herself to me. How much she trusted me I wouldn’t take it too far. Before long, her cries started to get louder. My name vibrated against the walls of the room, and before I knew it, her body bucked as I rounded her clit with my tongue and sucked. It was exactly what she needed to come for me, and fuck me, that was a sight to behold.
One I would definitely be watching over and over. I turned behind me to look at the camera I’d set up for us and grinned. We would most definitely be watching that only to recreate it.
“Shit!” she panted and pulled on her straps. I turned to look at her. Her tanned skin, sweaty and slick and flushed as her chest rose and fell. My dick throbbed, and I pulled my boxers off and tossed them behind me.
“That was…” She took in a gulp of air. “Wow…” She laughed before pressing her cheek to the pillow and looking up at the ceiling with a content smile on her face. She shifted, and her eyes connected with mine. I was struck with just how fucking lucky I was.
“Was?” I repeated, and she slowly licked her lips, leaving that little mouth of hers nice and shiny and so damn tempting. I covered my body with hers, hitching her thigh over my waist.
“Honey…” she gasped as the tip of my cock rested against her warm, wet entrance. My hips moved forward and back slowly, just enough to tease her.
“Baby, were just getting started,” I promised, and I didn’t just mean that night, but for a lifetime.