Saturday, May 23, 2015
2 PM
After the shower, I threw on these tiny white shorts, the kind that are super tight, made of thin, slightly stretchy fabric that clung to my skin like a second layer. No panties underneath, obviously. It showed everything: the curves of my ass cheeks, the subtle line of my crack, even the delicate outline up front. That was the whole point—to tease Diego, knowing he'd notice every damn detail and it'd get him all worked up the way I wanted.
On top, I tossed on this light baby-pink crop top with thin straps, loose in the front but short enough to leave almost all of my back exposed. The soft fabric brushed against the sensitive skin back there with every move.
I headed straight over to my cousins' house, like always. Hell, I practically lived there. That place was basically an extension of my own home.
I hung out in Carol's room for a bit. We flopped onto the bed, laughing our asses off, swapping gossip, talking about school, the latest drama: who dumped who, who got caught hooking up in the bathroom during break… and, inevitably, boys. It always came back to boys. It was automatic.
But I kept quiet about the main thing. I didn't tell her what had gone down with Diego and Rodrigo that same week. Maybe because I didn't even know what to make of it myself. Shame. Fear. Guilt. All tangled up in a knot that twisted my stomach every time I remembered the moans, the looks, that wild feeling of being split between those two guys who were so damn different from each other.
Worse: Diego was her brother. I really wasn't ready to spill what was actually going on… what, for real, he'd been doing to me. Not yet.
Suddenly, who shows up in the doorway?
Diego, leaning against the frame like the whole fucking world revolved around him. Short shorts. No shirt. His ripped, tanned body, abs carved out by the light streaming through the window, a light sheen of sweat glistening on his collarbone. He loved showing it all off—and just looking at him already left me breathless.
"Hey, girls?" His voice all drawly and slow, like he'd just smoked a joint.
Carol rolled her eyes and chucked a pillow at him.
"Can't you see we're talking, you animal? I'm chatting with Rafa."
The pillow hit his chest dead-on and dropped to the floor. Diego didn't even flinch. He just let out that low, dumb laugh and kept his eyes locked on me.
I couldn't look away. He fucked with me in such a crazy way. The heat started in my chest, and a hot throb kicked in down there, insistent, like he'd already touched me without laying a finger on me.
He tilted his head just a bit, without breaking eye contact. That tiny move was enough to make the air in the room feel heavier.
"Rafa, come with me. I wanna show you something."
Carol huffed loud, already reaching for the TV remote like she wanted to shut down the whole scene.
"Ugh, Diego, seriously? Now?"
He didn't even glance at her. Just held out his hand toward me, palm up, motioning for me to follow.
My heart was pounding so hard I swore they could both hear it thumping all wrong in my chest. I shot a quick look at Carol. She stared back, eyebrow raised, but didn't say shit. Just sighed like she was done with it.
I got up slow from the bed and went to him, figuring it was the usual: Diego dragging me to his room just to fuck me, quick and rough, the way he liked to remind me I was his.
But when his bedroom door opened and I stepped in, I froze in the doorway.
There was Adriano, his best friend.
Sprawled on the bed like he owned the fucking place. Just in shorts, no shirt, showing off that chiseled abs, legs spread wide in a chill pose, with that cocky vibe of a guy who knows he's hot as hell. He was blond, hair buzzed short on the sides and messy on top in that intentional bedhead style. Just run your hand through it quick, give it a tweak, and boom—good to go.
He was gorgeous, obviously. Way too fine. And yeah, it'd crossed my mind more than once to hook up with him just to make Diego jealous. Just to see his face. But that was it. A wild idea. Especially since he was Carol's ex. The guy who'd taken her virginity.
And now he was right there in front of me, looking at me like he was undressing me slow, piece by piece, no rush. His gaze was calm, predatory, like he'd already pictured a thousand times what he'd do to me.
He let out a "hey" with this smirky grin, the kind that said more than any words.
"Hey, you good?" I replied almost on autopilot, trying to play off the shock of walking in on him lounging on Diego's bed.
But truth was, the shock wasn't from seeing Adriano at my cousins' house—that was the most normal shit ever. He and Diego had been tight since they were kids—like actual brothers—always hanging together.
What hit me was something else. I'd expected Diego to be alone. I thought he just wanted to fuck me and that was that. But no. His best friend was there, eyeing me like I was a snack he'd been waiting hours for.
Diego was already sitting on the edge of the bed and, with a firm tug on my wrist, pulled me down onto his lap, legs spread wide open.
I felt his dick already half-hard rubbing against the curve of my ass through the tight shorts right away. My body reacted with a shiver that shot up my spine, nipples hardening against the thin fabric, and between my thighs the heat built up insistent as fuck.
"We were just talking about you, Rafa. Feel your ears burning?" Diego said, chuckling low, his voice vibrating against my neck.
My eyebrow shot up instantly.
"Talking about me? What the hell?"
He gave that dirty little laugh, his hand already sliding slow up my thigh, fingers tracing the edge of the shorts.
"Duh… I was telling Adriano how much of a naughty little slut you are in bed… right, Rafa?"
The words hung heavy in the air. I felt my face burn, but it wasn't just shame. It was horniness mixed with that familiar pit in my stomach: the fear that this was going too far again, that I wouldn't be able to stop, that Diego was testing how far I'd go to prove I was his.
To be continued...