He kept climbing higher, his hand now right up near my crotch. I spread my legs a little—almost without meaning to, my body selling me out. His fingers hit the tiny panties, brushed over the fabric, and he knew it instantly: the cloth was already soaked, plastered to my hot skin. He let out a low, dirty chuckle, his warm breath grazing my ear.
— Already dripping wet, huh, you little slut?
I didn't say shit. Just felt my face burn up. He leaned in closer, tried to kiss my mouth, but I whipped my face away fast. Didn't want his lips on mine. That wasn't what I was after. I wasn't there 'cause I wanted it.
He didn't push. Slid his lips down to my neck, planting wet, slow kisses, mixing in light nibbles that made my skin buzz. Every bite shot a jolt straight to between my legs, my pussy clenching on its own inside the panties. I bit my lip hard, squeezed my eyes shut, let out a low, raspy moan that slipped free without asking. Yeah, I was turned on, even with all the jitters, even knowing I was only there for the deal, for the apartment, for the key I'd score after this shit.
My hand dropped down on autopilot. I grabbed his cock over the shorts and felt how rock-hard it was, throbbing hard against my palm. Shoved my hand inside the waistband, freed the hot, thick shaft, sticking straight up. Started stroking it slow, feeling the veins bulge under my fingers, the heat, the soft skin pulled tight. My mouth watered right off, a sweet empty ache opening in my throat.
— I love a hard dick like this, pointing straight up. Let me suck it — I said, my voice coming out sly, low, almost hoarse.
I dove right in without waiting for an answer. Swallowed him whole in one shot, feeling the fat head smack the back of my throat. Sucked him greedy, parched even, my mouth flooding with spit on the spot. Tongue swirling around the head, licking the full length, bobbing up and down quick, slobbering everything. The salty taste mixed with his heat filled my mouth, the cock pulsing strong against my tongue, those veiny ridges scraping my stretched lips.
Truth was, I just wanted this over fast. Just wanted him to bust quick and cut me loose. If he nutted in my mouth, even better—gulp it all down in one go, wrap this up, snag the key and bounce. So I sucked harder, deeper, letting drool run from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin, onto the cleavage of my dress. Made those wet, nasty slurping sounds, echoing loud in the quiet room.
He grabbed my head with both hands, fingers knotted in my hair, tugging light to set the pace. Groaned loud and rough, his whole body shaking.
— Fuck, you whore… you suck cock so goddamn good…
His words slammed right into my pussy. I was already hooked on sucking back then, loved feeling the dick swell in my mouth, the taste, the throb, that rush of power mixed with total submission. Even hating being there, even with my brain yelling it was just for the deal, it all got me even wetter. Panties drenched, glued to my skin, pussy throbbing empty, squeezing with lust I tried to shove down.
But he stopped cold. Yanked his cock out with a wet smack, spit stretching a string between my lips and the red tip. Hauled me up by the arms, voice thick with horniness:
— Hold up… don't wanna cum yet. Wanna eat you first.
That's when I got lesson one: the john calls the shots.
He peeled off my dress slow, sliding the straps over my shoulders with those warm fingers, letting the fabric slip down my skin till it pooled around my feet on the floor. The cool room air hit my bare tits and my nipples went stiff instant. He latched on, sucking one at a time, tongue lazily circling the nips, nibbling soft, then pulling harder. Between the sloppy kisses, he murmured low and gravelly, hot breath on my chilled skin.
— You're perfect… Never hooked up with a girl as gorgeous as you…
Every word stuck to my skin, buzzing straight through my chest, down my gut, trailing goosebumps that ended right there. He kissed his way down everything: neck, collarbone, the swell of my tits, my belly quivering light under each touch. Hit the panties, tugged 'em slow from the sides, the wet fabric dragging down my thighs to my ankles. Stared at my smooth pussy, lips puffy and gleaming from how soaked I was, and let out a rough sigh.
— What a pretty little cunt…
Then came the lick. And holy shit, it sucked! Like a dog slurping water. Limp tongue, no aim, no rhythm, just sloppy up-and-down drags any which way. His finger poked in and out with zero skill, missing the spot, no pressure, fuck all. The dude straight-up couldn't eat pussy. “Ugh, just my luck!” The heat building up started to fizzle, turning into this itchy frustration, an empty ache. My whole body rigid, waiting on something that wasn't happening.
I got fidgety. Slid my hand to my clit solo, rubbed slow at first, then faster, chasing the high he couldn't deliver. Fingers gliding through the slick honey already leaking, circling the swollen nub, pinching light. The buzz came roaring back, hot and sweet, climbing my spine, making my nips throb they were so hard. He clocked it and backed off, no bitching. Just climbed up again, latched onto my tits once more, sucking hard on one nipple while I worked myself, his other hand kneading the free one. The squelch of my fingers mixing with his mouth slurps, the low groan bubbling from my throat. Bit by bit, the annoyance flipped, and that frustration turned to fire. The shittier his tongue work, the harder I zeroed in on my own hand, the bigger the pleasure swelled, the better it hit.
Till he growled, voice thick and heavy:
— Get on all fours.
He paused quick, eyeing me from above, then added:
— Diego said you love taking it in the ass… that true?
— Yeah… I like it — I shot back kinda flat, still off-kilter, voice dropping lower than I meant, the irritation still churning in my chest.
He positioned me on all fours at the bed's edge. Knees sinking into the mattress, ass hiked up, cool air smacking the hot, bare skin. Felt him kneel behind, big hands prying my cheeks apart slow, spreading me wide. Then the tongue. Hot, wet, lapping at my asshole in lazy circles, soaking it all. A shiver ripped up my spine, gut muscles clenching tight. Then the finger. Pushed in solid, deep, hooking inside to nail that spot that steals your breath. All I could do was moan, low and ragged, body ratting me out, bucking back on instinct, craving more no matter what.
He lined his cock up at my ass entrance. Felt the fat head nudge, stretching slow. Just the tip popped in and he thrust harder, shoving more. Hurt like hell right away. Sharp sting, pulling everything taut, burning fierce. My whole body froze.
— Wait, you got lube? — I gasped, voice shaky, almost a pained yell.
He shook his head—no dice.
Told him there was a bottle in my backpack, chucked on the living room couch.
While he dipped out to grab it, I curled on my side on the bed. Body still feverish, breaths coming quick. My hands started wandering on their own, pure reflex. One climbed to my tits, squeezing gentle, flicking the hard, tender nipples, sparking little zaps through my chest. The other dipped between my legs, fingers hitting the drenched, swollen pussy. Started circling my clit slow, smooth loops, then quicker, pleasure surging hot and slick, flooding my belly, my thighs, easing the burn still pulsing in my ass. The moan slipped out low, caught in my throat, as I rubbed one out, waiting for him to get back.
To be continued...