“Eden, why didn’t you stop Vanni if it hurt?” he demanded as soon as we were alone.
I sighed and held my hand out for the sweatshirt he was still clutching in his hands, putting it on when he handed it over. “It didn’t hurt, not like that. Just like I told the doc, I would have put a stop to it. Believe me, I’m perfectly happy to have full control over my sex life. It’s nice to have a lack of necessity to trade it for basic shit like food and rent.”
Santos’ bright blue eyes clouded with anger and regret, and he stepped forward, stopping between my spread knees before reaching up to cup my face with one inked-up hand. The slight rasp of his callouses against my cheek made me suspect that he’d been spending time in the gym—against doctor's orders—but I decided to shelve the ass chewing for later. Doc had said he was good to go now anyhow.
He tipped his forehead against mine, making my eyes flutter shut from his close proximity. His breath caressed my lips as he spoke against them. “I’m relying on you to make sure none of us push you into doing anything you don’t want to do.” At my nod, he lightened up and changed the subject. “What’s the tattoo, and why don’t I know about it?”
I laughed and leaned back to stare at him, amusement heavy in my voice. “Alright, bossy ass. Or should that be nosy ass?” He smirked, twirling his finger at me to hurry up. I rolled my eyes in response, but I laid back and inched my shirt up before pushing the top of my leggings down to expose the tattoo in its entirety.
One black brow rose skyward as he reached out to trace the edges of the healed playing cards. “I’d say you considered us all yours before you came back, angel.” His eyes met mine, full of something I couldn’t quite decipher, then they shuttered again as he stared at my abdomen. “I’d complain about being last—though now I know what Vanni has been crowing about for days—but it fits. And I have to ask, did you wear these for me?” His fingertip trailed down to the top of my exposed lacy blue panties that nearly matched his eyes.
“Happy accident,” I murmured, wondering if he’d dare to go further. When he glanced up at me, there was as much heat in his stare as there was in mine, and he seemed to come to some sort of decision.
It didn’t even occur to me that we were still in a doctor’s office where anyone could, and likely would, walk in, but Santos, always vigilant, stepped back to pull the curtain from its strap and slide it along its track to block the view of the door. When he came back, he hesitated for a moment, hesitant now that the initial spell had broken. But whatever indecision he’d faced before, he got over it, bending to trace around my navel with the tip of his tongue.
I watched with anticipation as he found the confidence to move his hands from either side of me up to my hips where he used his thumbs to rub at the sensitive indents beside my hip bones. He definitely remembers where my spots are. My body arched into his touch as I let out a breathy sigh of satisfaction and crossed my arms behind my head to give myself a better view. The position pushed my tits out to give the man a clue of where I wanted him next. I didn’t even care that it pulled at my ribs now that they’d gotten irritated by all Doc’s poking.
“Impatient, angel?” he whispered against my skin, causing goosebumps to pop up all across my stomach. He didn’t immediately give in, trailing wet, sucking kisses across my tattoo and over to the crest of one hip before nipping at it with his teeth.
To stifle any noises that might carry, I sucked the skin on the inside of my lower lip between my teeth, worrying at it to remind myself to keep quiet.
Santos didn’t make me wait too long for what I wanted. His inked-up hands, mapped with the raised lines of his veins that I found oddly attractive, slid firmly up my sides, lightening when they reached my ribs, before pushing both of my shirts and bra over my breasts. I hadn’t thought that shit through because I couldn't see a damn thing with the fabric bunched up in my face. I was a bit bummed that I couldn’t watch anymore, but the thumbs rubbing circles over my nipples had me not caring so much.
“I’ve missed these,” he admitted, replacing a thumb with his mouth.
And then I was glad for the fabric I could smother myself with it as he pinched one stiff tip and nipped at the other. My breasts felt full and heavy the more he tormented them, and the sensations had to be the only reason I missed his other hand slipping under my pants and into my panties. Santos immediately encountered the rings when he reached my slick slit. I didn’t give a shit about them at the moment though; I needed to be filled, like yesterday, and his callous-roughened fingers would do just fine.
“Santos, stop fucking around,” I pleaded, lifting my hips to try to get him where I wanted him. But he pinched my clit, not having any of that. Combined with what he was doing to my nipples, it damn near set me off, but it wasn’t quite enough to get there. I groaned in frustration when he lifted his head to look at me, one brow quirked up, accompanied by a tweak to my pierced nub.
“This is most definitely new, angel. You have any more surprises in store for me?”
I didn’t think he was annoyed, but there was something a bit off with his tone. Like he was frustrated about being left in the dark or out of an inside joke. Figuring it would throw him off kilter, I smirked and told him what it was. “You inspired me, so now we match. Only I didn’t go all out with the rest, just the cross part.”
Possessiveness flared in his cornflower-hued gaze as he comprehended my meaning. He didn’t waste any time, burying thick fingers into my soaked cunt as he thumbed my clit. His breath was shaky on my lips as his tongue darted out to lick across the seam of mine before sucking the lower one in between his. With a sharp nip from his teeth that he immediately soothed with a repeat from his tongue, he lifted up to stare at my face as he roughly finger-fucked me.
“I’m sort of out of practice. Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” he confessed, a frown on his face.
My back arched, attempting to force him harder against me, and I answered in a breathy sigh, doing my best not to be too loud. “No complaints. Your muscle memory must be aces.” I had to bite my own lip as his confidence doubled; he angled those digits higher to press into me just right. Though muffled by my pants, the wet squelching was still audible in the otherwise quiet room.
When a fingertip circled my still vaguely sore asshole, a knock came at the door followed by the click of the door unlatching. “We’re busy,” Santos snapped at who I assumed to be the nurse. The door shut again with a muffled apology from the other side, and the adrenaline rush from being an instant away from getting caught had my pussy walls rippling around Santos’ hand as I came all over his fingers. He watched me until my head tipped back, and I squeezed my lips together to keep from crying out. When I couldn’t take the intensity and my eyelids slid closed, he took the opportunity to bite at the center of my exposed throat, redoubling his efforts between my legs.
The blunt edges of his teeth transitioned to soft lips that latched on hard and left what I was sure would be a hickey decorated with tooth marks. At that point, my hips weren’t capable of holding still, meeting him thrust for thrust, and finally, his finger found its mark without interruption, sliding straight into my backdoor, aided by my abundant arousal. I shoved the sleeve of my hoodie against my lips, unable to contain the scream his wicked fingers induced. A scream I was certain Santos felt through my trachea as he groaned against it while grinding his hips against me, trapping his hand between us until I was practically riding it while he worked my clit with his thumb. The resulting gush of my spent passion coated his fingers and flooded my underwear, but I didn’t give a fuck if I had a wet spot down to my knees, not when I was seeing pretty colored spots behind my eyelids.
Eventually, Santos stilled his hand as my own movements settled down, but he continued to rub his hips against the back of it without removing his fingers from me, unable, or unwilling, to stop just yet. He groaned, his lips leaving my throat to bury his head next to my neck, and I wasn’t sure if there was enough friction to get him off. I was about to offer my assistance when a firm knock came at the door followed by Doc’s just as firm voice.
“Gilbert! I’m giving you ‘til the count of three to get out of my exam room before I come in there!” he threatened, loud enough to alert the whole damn clinic.
That time, the groan was full of heartfelt frustration, but since he sat up, eyes bright and face flushed, I figured Doc meant business and Santos knew it.
“See what you did? He’s going to call me that until I threaten to off him,” he grumbled as he pulled his hand from my pants.
I couldn’t even answer, too fixated on him sucking my essence off of the fingers that had been in my pussy before going to the sink to wash them. The doc had reached three, but he didn’t come in, and I didn’t miss the glare Santos threw at the door. Maybe Doc’s balls weren’t quite that big. Regardless, I sat up and pulled my clothes to rights before kicking off my shoes and shucking my pants to remove my panties. I set them by the sink, planning to wrap them in a paper towel before sticking them in my purse, but Santos scooped them up and deposited them straight into his jeans’ pocket like he wasn’t kiping my damn underwear. Ignoring my arched stare while I wet the rough, brown paper towels to clean myself up, Santos stood guard to make sure no one walked in on me.
“Just a damn second,” he yelled when more rapping came at the door, urging me to hurry, but he didn't move until I’d gotten my pants and shoes back on. The crotch was more than a little damp, but it would have to do. At least they were black, so it wasn’t as noticeable as the rager Santos had going on in his pants.
"I'll take care of that back home," I promised as I walked the few steps over to him and leaned up on my toes to give him a quick kiss.
"If you don't, I will be,'' he muttered, albeit with a self-satisfied smile he tried to hide. I imagined he was pretty proud to know that he hadn’t lost his mojo in the foreplay department.
I pulled the curtain back, and Santos seized my hand before I could drop it back to my side. We walked out, holding hands like teenagers and giving zero fucks about what we'd been up to, to get the rest of our tests and my new birth control.
My boyfriend was back, and if anyone had anything to say, they'd not care for his reaction, house arrest hanging over his head or not.