End Game

Chapter Twenty-Five

And then, without warning, he skipped everything, his head dipping lower, and before I could even process it, his mouth was on me—right between my thighs. He kissed me there, wild and unrestrained, his lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm.

"Oh my God," I gasped, my hands gripping the edge of the counter for support, my head falling back as a rush of pleasure shot through me. His tongue flicked against me, licking and tasting with an intensity that made my entire body shake.

Saint groaned against my skin, the sound vibrating through me as his tongue delved deeper, sending waves of pleasure up my spine. I moaned loudly, unable to hold back, my legs trembling as I tried to keep up with the overwhelming sensations he was giving me.

"You taste so fucking good," he growled between kisses, his breath hot against my sensitive skin. His hands held my thighs open, his fingers pressing into my flesh, keeping me exactly where he wanted me as he licked and sucked with relentless skill.

I could barely form words, lost in the heat and intensity of what he was doing to me. "Saint... oh God..."

He didn't stop. His tongue moved faster, flicking and teasing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My hips bucked against him, desperate for more, and he groaned again, his grip tightening as he pressed his face deeper between my thighs.

I couldn't put a name to everything I was feeling all at once. It was overwhelming—so much more than I had ever imagined. I had never been touched like this, never felt this kind of pleasure. Every nerve in my body was alive, crackling with heat and electricity, and it was all because of him. Saint's mouth...his tongue...everything he was doing down there was pushing me into a realm I hadn't known existed.

My legs trembled around his head as he pressed in closer, his lips parting just enough to tease me again. The slick, wet heat of his mouth made me gasp, my hands gripping the edge of the counter as if it could anchor me to reality. But I was slipping, losing myself in the sensation of it all.

"Saint—" I gasped again, my voice broken, breathless.

He didn't respond with words, only a deep, rumbling groan that vibrated against my most sensitive spot. My hips jerked up on instinct, desperate for more of his mouth, for more of the delicious friction of his tongue circling relentlessly around my clit.

He was relentless. He was focused. And it felt like heaven and hell combined.

His hands tightened their hold on my thighs, spreading me wider for him as he devoured me like a man starving. His tongue flicked, then slowed, tracing agonizingly slow circles before he sucked me hard, drawing a scream from my throat.

I couldn't control it anymore. The heat was building, curling low in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter. It was too much, and yet not enough. I needed more. I needed all of him.

"Please... oh my God... please, Saint..." I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore, only that I needed him to keep going, to push me over the edge.

Saint's grip shifted, one hand moving to my hips to hold me steady as his mouth worked faster, lips and tongue working in perfect rhythm. His tongue danced over my clit again, sending shockwaves through my entire body. He groaned against me, a sound so primal and raw it sent a shiver up my spine.

"So fucking good," he murmured between kisses, his voice low and gravelly. "I could stay here all day."

The words sent another wave of arousal through me, and I felt the pressure building, threatening to break me apart.

My hands shot down, tangling in his hair, tugging him closer, needing him to take me there. I was on the edge—so close—my body trembling, writhing under his touch.

"Saint, I'm—oh God, I'm gonna—" My voice broke off into a moan, my back arching off the countertop as the tension inside me snapped, sending me spiraling into pleasure so intense I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

Saint didn't stop, drawing every ounce of pleasure out of me with his mouth until I was a shaking, breathless mess. When he finally pulled back, his lips glistened, and the satisfied, smug smile on his face told me he knew exactly what he'd done.

I was still trembling, too weak to move on my own as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through me. Saint, always so cocky yet somehow tender, kissed my thigh one last time before standing up.

"Told you I'd make you scream," he murmured, the smirk on his lips devilishly satisfied.

I opened my mouth to respond, maybe to throw a witty retort his way, but nothing came out. My brain was fogged, my body spent, and all I could do was try to catch my breath. But before I could even think about what came next, I heard the unmistakable sound of the front door opening.

Para akong binuhusan ng malamig na tubig at doon lang halos rumehistro sa akin kung nasan ako... Kami ni Saint. Fuck.

Panic shot through me.

Maging si Saint ay mahinang napamura. How could he not? I was naked from the waist down! He quickly reached for my jeans and panties, tossing them in my direction with a flick of his wrist.

"Shit," I whispered, scrambling to pull myself together. My legs were shaky, barely cooperating as I slid down from the countertop where Saint had just ravished me. My fingers fumbled with my clothes, tugging them back into place as I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen.

"Come on, sweetheart, move," Saint urged quietly, though there was a playful glint in his eyes even in the middle of the chaos. He was clearly enjoying the thrill of getting caught far too much. I, on the other hand, was mortified.

The footsteps were getting louder, closer. And then I heard Paeng's voice.

"Saint, you in there?"

Oh God, this was going to be so embarrassing.

I managed to pull my jeans on, wincing as I nearly tripped over my own legs. Saint smirked but offered no help, clearly amused by the way I was floundering.

"Thanks for the help," I hissed, shooting him a glare as I zipped up my jeans, hoping the flush in my cheeks wasn't too obvious. I grabbed the nearest towel, wiping down the counter frantically in a desperate attempt to make things look somewhat normal.

Saint just chuckled, adjusting his shirt casually as if he hadn't just been between my thighs seconds ago.

"I was helping," he said, amusement dancing in his eyes. "But you look cute when you panic."

Before I could respond, I heard the kitchen door creak open, and Paeng's footsteps were suddenly much too close. My heart leapt into my throat.

Hindi ko nilingon pa si Saint at nagmadali na akong takbuhin ang bathroom with legs that were still trembling from everything Saint had done to me.

"Oh hey, breakfast smells amazing!"

Narinig ko pa ang tinig ni Paeng bago ako tuluyang makapasok ng banyo. Hindi 'yan para sa'yo, Rafael!