Saturday, April 18, 2015
6:15 PM
I was in my room, alone. Carol had gone out for a walk with her boyfriend and I had no clue where Diego was. We’d gone to the beach together earlier, then he went surfing with my brother… and just vanished. Nobody was talking about him anymore. It was like he’d evaporated.
I was lying on the bed, messing with my phone, when I heard a faint creak at the door. I looked up quick, but the door was already opening slowly, really slowly, barely making a sound.
Diego slipped in on his tiptoes like a thief. He shut the door behind him carefully and turned to me with that dirty little smirk on his face, index finger pressed to his lips, telling me to keep quiet.
My heart jumped into my throat. I wasn’t expecting to see him there. Especially not like that, sneaking into my room in the middle of the afternoon with everyone home.
“What the fuck…” I muttered, not hiding the shock.
He just shrugged and walked over to the bed. He already had that predator look in his eyes. In two steps he grabbed me by the waist and threw me onto my back on the mattress. The kiss came hot, urgent, almost animal. His hands slid under my tank top, squeezing my tits hard while I was already moaning low against his mouth, trying not to make noise.
“Diego… my parents are downstairs…” I whispered, nervous and turned on at the same time.
He didn’t answer with words. He laid me back, yanked my shorts and panties off in one go. Spread my legs with his hot, firm hands and, without any warning, buried his mouth in my pussy.
Fuck… it was incredible.
I felt the wet heat of his tongue first, sliding right down the middle, moving slow between my swollen lips. He licked everything with hunger, his tongue hot and rough dragging over my clit, then dropping lower and pushing inside me. The contrast of his warm mouth and the cool breeze in the room made me shiver. He sucked hard on my clit, pulling on the swollen little nub, his tongue pressing and vibrating there in a way that drove me crazy. I felt every movement—the pressure of his lips, the heat, the wetness, the sloppy wet sounds he was making.
I was shaking all over. I grabbed the pillow and bit down hard so I wouldn’t moan too loud, because my parents were right downstairs. The pleasure was climbing so intense that I started grinding on his face without any control, rubbing my soaked pussy on his hot mouth, feeling the pressure of his tongue and his face between my thighs.
He ate me until I came hard. The orgasm hit in waves, my whole body clenching, legs squeezing his head, my pussy throbbing and dripping against his mouth. It was a long, wet orgasm that left me breathless and dizzy.
When I came back down a little, he flipped me onto my stomach, hiked my ass up and muttered in that filthy voice:
“I want your little asshole, Rafa…”
I grabbed the lube he’d given me, still stashed in the backpack. He took the tube, squeezed a bunch of gel on his fingers and started rubbing it on my tight little hole. I felt the cold gel running between my cheeks, his finger spreading it slow, pressing against the ring and sliding in gradually. My heart was pounding. I was still soaked from the eating out, my whole body hypersensitive, skin prickling.
He lined the thick head of his cock right up against my asshole and started pressing in slow.
“Stay still and just take it. I’m gonna pound this tight little ass hard…”
And he shoved in.
Fuck… it was the third time and it still hurt like hell. Even drenched in lube, the ring resisted. I felt it being forced open, stretching, burning, while the head of his cock pushed its way in. The pressure was insane. My ass clenched around him, tight, throbbing, trying to push him out, but he kept sinking in, millimeter by millimeter.
When he finally buried it all the way, I let out a muffled moan into the pillow. The pain was sharp, a deep burn, but mixed with this intense feeling of being filled that made me tremble. He stayed still for a second, letting me feel his whole cock throbbing inside my ass, hot and thick.
Then he started fucking me slow, steady thrusts. As I loosened up a little, he picked up speed. The strokes got harder, deeper, his cock driving in and out with effort, the ring stretching and squeezing around him with every move. I bit the pillow hard, trying not to moan, reminding myself every second that people were home and I couldn’t make noise.
He fucked me until he came deep in my ass, letting out a low, rough groan against the back of my neck. He stayed still for a few seconds, his cock still pulsing inside me while I shook underneath him, panting, the pillow soaked with spit and my whole body buzzing.
Then he pulled out slow. The emptiness that was left hurt almost as much as when he went in. He got dressed fast, barely saying anything, just ran his hand over my still-open ass and whispered:
“Love this little asshole of yours… but I gotta go now.”
He opened the door with the same care as before and disappeared down the hall like he’d never been there.
I stayed on my stomach on the bed, ass throbbing, lube and his cum leaking down my thigh. The room was quiet again. Just my heart beating way too hard.
I lay there for a while, trying to get my head straight. I’d just taken Diego’s cock in my ass while my parents were downstairs.