Page 23 of Nocturnal Sins
I gave him a nod in response because I didn’t trust my own voice. “Did you cum hard when you thought about me?”
Another nod.
“Did you rub your thick clit or did you put a finger in your pussy?” His words set fire to my soul…and other parts. The throb between my legs roared to life and begged to be stoked by Santana.
“Both,” I said. My voice was a quiet tremble in the face of a beast.
Santana pounced on me.
I saw it coming and still wasn’t prepared for the way he stole my breath. He crashed against my mouth with such fervor and heat. I was stunned but then I jolted to life and moaned at the silky feeling sliding through my body. Santana devoured my erotic sounds as his long fingers slid through my hair starting at the base of my neck.
I wanted him to grab it hard…and he did. It was like my thoughts were his. I whimpered as my hair turned into a million little antennas feeding electricity into my scalp.
I didn’t know what to do with myself. The fact that Santana of all people had his lips on mine, and his tongue exploring my mouth was fucking mind-blowing. I never wanted it to end.
I anchored my arms around his strong neck and pulled him down on top of me. Everything in my body pushed me to lock my legs around him so that I could feel his erection.
My hips rolled in response to his proximity as if to worship at his altar. My pussy pulsed in tune with my knocking heart. I needed to feel his mouth there. I wanted him to taste the way my heart beat for him.
“If I fuck you…” Santana’s voice vibrated against my chest like I needed anything else to rattle my core. Fuck. “Things won’t ever be the same again.”
“I know,” I panted. It wasn’t exactly a prime time to talk to me about logic though. All my thoughts were between my legs.
“You okay with that?”
“Are you?” I quizzed, staring into his eyes.
“As long as you know I don’t share what’s mine.”
“Will I be yours?” My question was met with Santana’s stiff dick stabbing into my pussy. I wanted the barrier of clothing gone. I hated his sweatpants and I hated my panties. I needed to feel his skin.
He bucked against me and I cried out. He slapped his big hand over my mouth, cutting my yelp short then he drove his dick against my heat even harder. A dull wave of pain lapped at my cunt.
It was delicious pain that I wanted more of.
“Please, Santana,” I begged. Warmth spread between my legs. I was seconds away from coming all over his sweatpants and leaving my wetness on him.
A knock on his locked bedroom door sent the moment splintering into a thousand different directions. Then, Papa’s voice came from the other side. “Hey, let’s ride out, mijo. Your sister is sleeping.”
Santana locked his hand over my mouth and shook his head, signaling me to be quiet. He saw the way I looked at him though. I wanted answers. No amount of lust would make me forget that him and Papa were keeping something from me.
“Yeah, give me a second Pop,” Santana called out.
“I’ll be in the car. Come out in five minutes,” Papa told him before his footsteps moved down the hall. Once I saw the lights from Papa’s car filter through the closed blinds in Santana’s room, I popped up, my spine stiff.
“Tell me right now,” I demanded, my arms folded over my heaving chest.
“I can’t, Sammie.” He climbed off the bed, his dick still hard. It pointed right at me like it knew what it wanted.
“How the fuck are we so close yet so far apart, Santana? I don’t like secrets. You want me to tell you everything but you’re keeping things from me.”
“I’m sorry. If I tell you, I’ll be betraying Pop though. I can’t do that.”
“Fine.” I tipped my nose in the air trying to mask the fact that my feelings were bruised. Santana and I never kept secrets so hearing him blatantly tell me he refused to open up to me hurt.
I moved to the door joining our rooms but before I could turn the knob, he covered my hand with his. “Sammie, don’t be like that. You know if it were up to me, I’d tell you.” His eyes were soft and I wanted to fall into them but I couldn’t.
“Itisup to you and you’re still keeping it from me.” I rolled my eyes at him and slipped through the joining door. Could I really shift the nature of my relationship with my brother if he wouldn’t confide in me? Contradictory thoughts assaulted me while I laid in my bed, frustrated.
Sleep wouldn’t come easily and I wondered if it would come at all because all I did for hours on end was flip back and forth over being mad at Santana and being so infatuated with him that I couldn’t see straight. I told myself that we were gonna go with being mad at him because how dare he and Papa keep something from me. I would stand strong and give him the silent treatment until he told me what the fuck was going on.
Eventually, sleep came for me and I was happy to see it arrive because my mind was beyond exhausted.
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