Page 37 of A Follow-Through in Faking

Santiago

Catalina is dragging me somewhere. 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 need anyone 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.

“What would be more fun?” I manage to croak out, and she rewards me by giving my cock a firm palm through the fabric of my pants. Well, reward, punishment, it feels like both, considering how hard I have to fight against coming with every rub.

“Riding your cock,” she says and brings her mouth to my nipple to kiss it.

“I’m not going to last right now,” I admit, even though there is nothing I want more than what she’s describing.

“Yes, you are. You’re going to last because you want to make me come again, don’t you? Don’t you want to know what it would be like to feel my pussy clench around your cock as I shiver through my orgasm?”

“Yes, I want that.” Cata releases my cock, and I almost sigh in relief and whine in complaint at the same time.

“Then be my good boy and last long enough to make that happen,” she says, and I lift her off the ground, guiding her legs around my hips as I carry her to… well, I have no idea where the fuck I am, and I can’t see past Cata’s stunning breasts, so I’m going nowhere.

“There is a table to your left. My bag is underneath it, so we can get a condom from there, too.” It’s all the instructions I need.

I guide her to the table and place her down on it, but Cata isn’t having it. She wants to be in charge, and I’m more than happy to do as she tells me to.

She slides off the table again.

“Undress, Santi, then get on the table.” I drag down my pants, leaving us in only our underwear and her in her safety shorts. I see the imprint of her nipples with her piercings, making my mouth water.

“Can I take your bra off first?” I ask, stepping toward her, pulling her in by her hips.

Cata smiles as she lifts her arms, inviting me to drag her sports bra over her head. I bring my fingers to the band at the bottom of it, slowly dragging it upward and exposing her breasts to me.

I’ve fantasized about them more often than I care to admit, but I could never have predicted how perfect they are without any fabric covering them.

The piercings going through her nipples have me damn near coming at the mere sight of them, and the shape of her full breasts, one slightly bigger than the other, has my hands twitching, begging me to cup them.

“You can touch me, Santi,” she says, reaching for my hands before placing them on her perfect tits.

A groan escapes me as I palm them, stepping into her to push my hard cock against her stomach in search of any sort of friction, no matter how dangerous that is. I drop my mouth to hers, but she leans back, arching herself into my touch.

“Put your mouth somewhere more useful, hermoso ,” she instructs as she lifts her hands to her hair to take it out of its long braid.

I lean down, flicking my thumb over her piercing with anticipation licking up my spine. I watch her nipple harden with fascination before finally sucking it into my mouth.

“Fuck. That feels good.” Her moan has a wave of pleasure coursing through me, snapping the last bit of restraint I had left.

A sort of frenzy takes over as I keep kneading her breasts while I play with her nipple piercings. My hands work on shimmying down my underwear, then move on to drag her safety shorts and panties down.

I’m about to kiss her mouth again when she pushes me backward, the backs of my knees hitting the wood. I lift myself on it, positioning myself far enough in the middle to give her space to ride me.

“You look incredible sprawled out on the table like that,” Cata says, and I watch as she gets on the table too, her gloriously naked body crawling to where I am.

“Like a meal ready for you to devour?” I ask with a breathless laugh because watching Cata crawl to me, having her naked and about to sink down on my cock, has me as excited as it has me nervous.

“Yes, Santi, exactly like that,” Cata replies as she brings her hands to my thighs, a condom resting between her left index and middle fingers. “We have to be quick. People are waiting for us,” she reminds me, but there is no way I’ll last anyway.

Not when she dips her head down, keeping eye contact as she wraps her fingers around my dick and strokes it gently while her lips press against the head of it.

Precum is leaking from my tip because of how turned on I am, but she licks me clean, then sucks on the tip for good measure.

I whimper in a way I never have before, too sensitized to hold it back.

“Please put the condom on and get on top of me, carino . Please,” I beg because I’m desperate to make her fall apart again, this time with her walls squeezing my cock to drag me over the edge with her.

“Hearing you beg may just be one of my favorite things in the world, Santi,” she says as she slides the condom down my length torturously slowly.

Catalina crawls up my body until she can put her mouth back on mine, and stars appear in my vision as she guides the head of my cock to her wet entrance.

My whole body shakes, and I’d be embarrassed if I didn’t see the fire in her eyes from my reaction.

Cata loves being in control, she loves that I’m so visibly affected by her and everything she does, and I’d be a fool to do anything to take that away.