I kick off my heels and wait, my back to him, my heart marching in my chest, my limbs shaking slightly.
I hear him get on the floor behind me, the back of his head resting on the edge of the couch between my thighs.
His hands slide up my legs and grip my hips, bringing me down over his face as I hold along the top of the cushions.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, his warm breath on my pussy causing me to shiver, seconds before he makes contact with the wet slide of his tongue.
I immediately start quivering, my limbs stiffening as he sucks me closer to him with his warm, strong mouth.
Already my eyes are starting to roll backward. I want to prolong this, to give him a show, but I don’t think I’ll last that long, especially as he starts to kiss me like he’d kiss my lips, probing and delicate and sweet one moment, intrusive and rough and hungry the next.
He makes another guttural moan that I feel travel through me, and I squeeze my thighs around his head, wanting so badly to get off.
The room fills with the sound of him eating me, the wet smack of his lips, the breathless little noises I’m making. It’s the biggest fucking turn-on that just pushes me over the edge.
I fall willingly.
The orgasm blasts through me like pure, wet heat. My hips start bucking wildly, slamming my pussy into his mouth like I’ve gone rabid, like I’ve lost my mind and all control of my body. A torrent of gibberish falls from my mouth, alternating with the sharp cry of his name.
“Alejo!”
Alejo, what are you doing to me?
But just as the throbbing wanes, and the orgasm fades enough for me to catch my breath, I hear a knocking sound.
I freeze, listening.
There’s someone at the door!
“Shit,” Alejo swears, lifting me off his face and getting up.
I flip around, my thighs drenched, and see movement at the frosted glass panels that bracket the door.
He doesn’t have to tell me to hide. I get up and scamper behind the couch, throwing myself behind it and staying still.
I hear Alejo walk across the room, clearing his throat.
The door opens, and I hear a voice in accented English say, “I’m so sorry, Alejo. I forgot my phone. I was halfway home before I realized.”
It’s the Belgian goalie.
“No problem,” Alejo says, just a hint of an edge in his voice.
I hear the Belgian approach the couch, shuffling through the cushions, so close to discovering me, when Alejo announces quickly, “Found it.”
I exhale as quietly as possible.
“Thanks,” the goalie says, and then pauses. “What’s that all over your face? What have you been eating?”
Oh god.
“Flan,” Alejo says proudly, and I can hear the smile in his voice. “Best fucking flan in the world.”
“Okay then,” he says. “Sorry about that. I’ll leave you to your flan. Happy birthday.”
“Thanks, man. See you tomorrow.”
I hear the door close and then Alejo exhaling.
My heart is pounding so hard from the adrenaline of almost getting caught and the orgasm I can still feel throbbing between my legs that I’m shaking.
“Hey,” Alejo says, poking his head around the top of the couch.
His mouth is absolutely shining with me. No wonder the Belgian was concerned.
“Let’s go somewhere a little more private.”
He reaches down and pulls me to my feet, taking me through the living room and up the stairs to the second floor.
This is the first time I’ve been up here. As he tugs me along to his bedroom, I count five other doors down the hall.
“You have so much room in this house,” I tell him as he closes the door to the bedroom behind me. “What are you planning to do with all of it?”
“I use it to store my trophies and other shit that tells the world how good I am,” he says, sliding his hands in my hair and drawing my mouth into a long, sweet, deep kiss. I can still taste myself on his tongue.
He pulls away. “And one day, I will have a wife and a family. A big family.”
I don’t know why but his words are a punch to my gut.
One day he will be married and have a big family, but it’s not going to be with me.
And why would you ever think any differently?
I close my eyes and kiss him, because I don’t want him to see these thoughts in my head, because I want to stop thinking and let his body blur out the world.
He kisses