Page 58 of Nocturnal Sins
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Samira
After Santana and I stood toe to toe with Papa, everything settled down in the Alvarez household. Papa still didn’t want to hear anything about me not going to Dartmouth though. I was determined I wasn’t going. It was a bridge I’d cross when the time came.
“What are you thinking about?” Santana asked, pulling me closer to him in bed. A thick blanket of stars had fallen over the sky and I was exactly where I wanted to be. I slid my ass back until it connected with his cock and in seconds it thickened against me.
“How to get out of going to school this fall,” I admitted.
“Go for a semester then if you don’t like it, leave. That way you’re giving it a shot and Pop won’t bitch about it.” Santana tucked the softest kisses between his words and pressed them to my neck. Each one made my heart thump harder.
I’d been practically living in his apartment because being away from him knocked me off kilter. I was much more myself when I was near him because our souls spoke the same language. I pushed my fingers through his silky hair and hooked a leg around his waist.
“You make it sound so easy, Santana but how the fuck am I supposed to be away from you?” I mapped out every fleck of ebony in his dark brown eyes.
“Like I’d ever let you be away from me.” He laughed at the notion and tipped my head back, exposing my throat. He handled me like he had no doubt in his mind that I belonged to him. He handled me like I’d never belong to anyone else.
Scarlet red desire bloomed deep in my core. Its petals pressed against my insides until I squirmed with need. “Is my princess hungry?” Santana asked. His deep voice sent waves of yearning crashing against me. I was so wet that I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I would leave puddles behind me.
“So hungry, Daddy.” I moaned while he bit my skin sending spikes of delicious pain needling into my neck. My knuckles pressed into his muscled shoulders as we maneuvered so that I was on my back and he was between my legs.
The way he made my thighs tremble should have been illegal. It was decadent enough to be a sin.
My pussy ached when he pressed his thick cock against me. There was no barrier between us. Nothing separated his rigid dick from my wetness and I wanted him inside of me. Santana liked to tease though.
While his fingers spread me open and his tongue ran circles around my stiff nipples, the crown of his cock dipped inside of my opening. That was it. Just the tip. It was the most beautiful torture.
I’d never been so pissed off and turned on at the same time. Then he said, “Tell me what you’re hungry for, Samira.” It was almost too fucking much. How was I supposed to speak and absorb sensations at the same time?
My eyes fluttered shut and I squeezed him between my thighs. “You. I need your dick, Daddy.” My walls clenched when he bucked against me. He slid in just enough to stretch me and draw an erotic moan from my mouth. “Please, Santana…fuck me.” My hips rose to meet him but he pulled back. I saw a smirk bend his lips up just a bit.
“You know I love when you beg. I can’t hold out though, that’s my problem.” In the next breath, his cock was deep inside of me. I drew my knees up as far as they would go until they rested on his shoulders.
Colors saturated the backs of my eyelids as Santana thrust in and out until tingles sank into every joint beneath my skin. “Shit,” I groaned. My spine arched to the heavens granting him deeper access into spaces I didn’t know I had.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Sammie.” His fingers stroked my clit and the shivers started to roll in. Heat rose from the base of my spine and swallowed me whole until an orgasm gripped me so hard drips of energy leaked from me like sticky syrup.
I clenched every muscle in my body and turned into a stiff knot. Santana’s strokes turned jerky and his cock swelled. He shot silky warm ropes inside of me and I moaned at the sensation.
“Goddamn, Sammie.” Santana kissed my forehead then moved down to my lips while he throbbed inside of me.
“Goddamn right back at you.” My laugh was dry and hoarse from screaming for both God and Santana simultaneously.
He hadn’t been lying beside me for more than five minutes when his phone rang the special kind of way it did when Papa called. I let out an exaggerated groan and kicked my feet beneath the sheet.
I wanted my nights with Santana all to myself but that was never a reality and Papa still didn’t want me to join in on the real family business. It was starting to piss me off. Weeks had gone by since I’d seen the back rooms of Papa’s restaurant.
Whenever Santana came back from working with Papa, I sat like a child with wide eyes while he told me what went on in the meetings with the men pushing Papa’s products. He always kept me well informed.
I had ideas about the guys he told me were giving Papa trouble on the east side too. Even though I knew Santana loved me more than anything, I still got butterflies at the thought of letting him know I had real ideas concerning the family business. He’d never laugh me off or anything like that but my own apprehensions had the tendency to gnaw until my throat was too thick to speak.
“What’s wrong, Sammie?” Santana pulled a simple white shirt over his head and looked like a fucking work of art. Thick slices of muscle pushed against the clean cotton and I lost my words and thoughts in a haze of awe.
I blinked a few times and everything clicked back into motion. “Oh,” I said rubbing my throat, feeling the warmth start to spread there. “Nothing. I was just thinking that Papa probably wanted to talk to you about the guys on the east side again.” I pulled the warm sheet around my body, covering my bare breasts even though Santana’s eyes tore through the sheet and made me smolder.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what he wants to talk about. You’re psychic, Princess.” He leaned over and dropped a kiss on the top of my head. My fingers involuntarily curled around his wrist. I wanted him to stay or I wanted to go with him. Either way, I wanted to be next to Santana.
“They’re still restless and talking about needing more product, aren’t they?” I asked. It had been the same story for weeks. Santana said that Papa didn’t want to give in to their demands for more product because he wasn’t convinced they could push it.
