“No,” I tell him softly. I lean down, not stopping the rise and fall of my hips as I chase a second orgasm. I can feel it coiling, deep between the apex of my legs and I know all this work to get there will be worth it. “You’re not going to cum, Santi. Not until I tell you to. Understand?”
He gasps, his eyes lighting up at the challenge even as his throat works and his face turns red.
“Tell me you understand, Santi,” I order, my voice coming in strained as pleasure begins to cause my body to tense and tremble.
He nods. “Y-yeah, I understand.”
“Good boy,” I tell him gratefully. The praise rolls off my tongue without much thought as I start to move faster.
His cock jerks hard inside of me and he whines, “Oh fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me and expect me to last, Blair!”
I laugh breathlessly but it’s cut off as his erection brushes that gloriously deep spot inside of me just right. I cry out and shift, seeking out a repeat of that motion. When it happens again, I’m lost to the world. We find our rhythm as our skin slaps together and our breathing comes in ragged gasps. Everything narrows until it’s just me and Santi. Two souls hiding in a world where we don’t quite belong, having found one another against all odds.
My pleasure wells up, slow but intense, like the approach of a tsunami. Just before it crashes, I lean down, plant a kiss on Santi’s cheek and whisper, “Cum for me now, my good boy.”
Santiwailshis relief. His body trembles hard as he lets go of his control. His cum coats my insides. The feel of him filling me up sends me careening over the edge toward my own release. My orgasm hits me hard, smashing into me from every direction, wiping reality away and replacing it with such pleasure it feels surreal.
When my body finally stops shaking and I can finally fill my lungs with air, I collapse onto Santi’s chest, exhausted.
“Holy shit,” he whispers. One of his hands lifts off my butt to rest in the middle of my back. “That was…” He shakes his head. “Wow.”
I giggle. “Yeah, that was pretty great, huh?”
“Better than great,” he objects. “That was life altering. I’m pretty sure I entered an alternate dimension and everything.”
I grin against his chest and give myself a moment to simply bask in the fun we just had. The death of a pedophile and sex… What a night. That’s definitely not something I would’ve done if I was still CeCe.
Santi seems content with me lying on him. I listen to his slowing heartbeat as my head rises and falls with each deep breath he takes. Finally, when the feeling of our combined arousal leaking out of me gets to feel a bit much, I sit up.
“So… we’re probably going to have to stop at a drug store,” I tell him as I slide off his lap. I grab a piece of what remains of my shirt and use it to clean myself off.
“Why?” he asks as he slowly sits up. There’s a goofy grin split across his face and he looks a bit dazed.
I give him a pointed look. “Because I’m not on birth control and we didn’t use protection.”
Santi frowns thoughtfully at this but doesn’t say anything. It’s not until we’re both dressed, minus a shirt for Santi since I’ve taken it to cover myself, that he says, “Huh, I guess I never had to worry about that before.”
He chuckles and I smile at that.
I glance around the cabin, which is more like a large shed that was converted into a hangout spot. I start to open my mouth to ask where the plaid eighties couch and floor lamp came from—which are the only pieces of furniture in the room—when Santi continues.
“Rhett wouldn’t have forgotten. Maybe next time we can have him pack a couple condoms for?—”
Reality shatters as horror washes over me.
“Oh my god!”I screech, spinning around to face Santi.
He blinks in surprise then whirls around to look behind him, out the open door. “What? What is it?”
“Rhett! I forgot about him!” All joy is ripped away in an instant. “What’s he going to say about this? Aren’t you two a thing?”
There’s a flicker of hurt that comes and goes so quickly that if I hadn’t been watching his face so closely I wouldn’t have noticed. Santi covers it quickly and shrugs.
“He won’t care. He’s always said he doesn’t want anything serious so what’s he got to be upset about?”
My heart cracks at the whisper of pain that Santi can’t quite hide in his voice. Santi clearly gives a hundred percent into everything that he does. Whether that’s running The Shop, killing someone, or ravishing his lover’s body—he does it all wholeheartedly. It bothers me that he’s not loved as fully by someone he obviously adores.
I sigh, letting my shoulders drop. I don’t know if it’s the long day, the night out in Caddawalk, the The Hunt, or being thoroughly fucked, but I’m suddenly beat. Grabbing my boots I slip them on and then check that my gun is still securely attached to the holster at my hip.
