Page 53 of Nocturnal Sins
When I felt him untying the sides, I moaned with relief. I was going to die if I didn’t feel him. I groaned when I felt his tongue licking and his lips sucking. I rolled my hips and tried to drive his tongue deep inside of me. Santana wanted to show me how much he missed me though so he refused to move from my clit.
I was shaking and trembling in no time. Only Santana knew how to pull orgasms out of me in minutes. He’d spent more than a month studying my body and he was already a master.
“So fucking sweet and so fucking juicy, Sammie. Damn.” The vibrations from his deep voice made me tingle. My toes had minds of their own as they wiggled and stretched. I pushed my hand through his hair and gripped it in my fist.
I pulled him up to my lips and kissed him slow and deep. “You still wanna wait until you see Pop?” He bucked against my wet pussy and I moaned. It was so fucking animalistic that I didn’t recognize myself.
“Fuck. No,” I said, locking my legs around his waist.
Santana’s thick dick stretched me until I felt almost uncomfortably full. I squirmed and whined beneath him. He didn’t move until I relaxed around him. He slid deeper inside of me, and my eyes crossed for a second. I just wanted him to run out of dick because it was getting harder to breathe.
Pressure swelled inside of me competing with lung space while black dotted my vision. Santana drilled into me until the bed beneath us squeaked. Sweat rolled down my back and it dotted his brow.
“Oh god, Santana,” I cried out, digging my nails into his back. “I’m gonna cum.”
“Cum all over this dick, Sammie.” Almost on his command, my body squeezed and the bubble of pressure inside of me popped.
I was sticky sweet sugar racing down Santana’s shaft. I felt his cock thicken even more between my tight walls then I felt him filling me with his seed. It was always the best feeling in the world.
I started to picture what our kids would look like and how many we’d have. I was in so deep with him that sometimes I couldn’t tell night from day. My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp gasp coming from the doorway.
“Holy shit, Samira.” Erin stood in the hall with her hands over her mouth as she placed one foot behind the other backing away from the room. Santana’s dick was still throbbing inside of me.
Santana slid out of me and grabbed his pants. The curtains swayed and the light fixture on the ceiling shook a little while he hopped around trying to get his other leg in. It was an awkward moment but I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Go talk to your damn friend,” he sighed. I nodded and rushed after her. I caught her right before she hit the front door.
“Erin, wait a minute,” I called out. She spun to look at me with wide brown eyes. “Please don’t say anything.”
“It all makes sense now.” She snapped her fingers and gestured to me. “You kept being so uptight about me talking to your brother because you’re talking to your brother. Fuck. Do you know how that looks, Sam?”
“Of course I know how it fucking looks but…I don’t care.” I responded while my heart pounded in my ears.
“Then why don’t you want me to tell anyone?” She quizzed.
“Because it’s not the right time.”
“Oh my god. I can’t believe you’re fucking Santana.” Now, she was laughing and shaking her head. “I mean I don’t blame you at all because that man is fine as fuck. Also, he’s not even your blood brother so…he’s kinda fair game.” At that point, she was talking more to herself than me. All the pieces were falling into place for her.
“Erin,” I said, snapping my finger in front of her face. “Please, promise me you won’t say anything. It’s not the right time. I mean, I don’t mind if everyone finds out eventually but not right now.”
She stared at me for a moment as if she were weighing the options in her head. She could gain major popularity and throw me under the bus if she went out there and told everyone what me and Santana were doing in Kasey’s lake house. On the other hand, we were done with high school and we were all going to different colleges. High school popularity didn’t matter anymore.
“Okay, I won’t say anything but who the fuck am I going to spend my weekend with?” We walked onto the porch and she stared at me like she really expected me to solve her hook up problems.
We walked out to the lake clearing and I spotted a familiar pair of blue eyes locking on to me. I tipped my head back and groaned as I studied the hundreds of green leaves on the oak trees.
An idea cracked me on the forehead and I looked at Erin. “Hey, go talk to Brady,” I told her with a nudge.
“Brady?” She laughed a little until she realized I was serious. “I mean, he’s cute but…”
“He’s cute and his tongue is amazing. I swear. It’s enough for you to have a little fun at least.” I rocked back and forth on my feet and hoped she would take the bait.
“He’s always staring at you though,” she pointed out. I rolled my eyes at her observation and gestured to him.
“I told him I don’t want him. He needs a distraction. You need something fun to do this weekend. Come on, Erin.” I whined, clasping my hands together.
“Okay fine. He is cute. Maybe I can teach him a little bit of stroke game. I heard from the other girls he’s lacking in that department.”
