The bedroom door closed behind us with a soft click. I pinned Rodrigo against the wall, pressed my body flush against his, and asked in a low voice, with a wicked tone:
— I'm dying to fuck... But first tell me... do you love me?
He smiled. That smile that always made me melt inside.
— I do.
— Then say it again, I want to hear it! — I said, faking a malicious kind of joy — Louder.
I did it on purpose. I wanted his voice to cut through the bathroom door. I wanted Diego to hear every damn syllable.
Rodrigo looked me dead in the eye, no hesitation:
— Rafa. I love you.
The words hit me like a caress. They sent shivers down my neck, raced along my spine, made my nipples tighten up again under the dress. Even knowing I was just trying to rile up Diego, hearing that made me happy. Desired. Loved. And the clash between Rodrigo's sweet "I love you" and Diego's starving gaze from his hiding spot left me even wetter, more primed, more alive.
My whole body was shaking with anticipation. The horniness was like an electric current zipping from my throat straight to my clit. I was about to be wanted by both of them—one with sweet words, the other with eyes that promised to devour me whole.
And I wanted both.
I locked eyes with him, so close I could see his dilated pupils, the glint of lust mixed with that sweetness only Rodrigo had. My voice came out squeezed against his mouth:
— Kiss me. I want to be yours.
The words barely left my lips before his hands gripped my waist hard. He yanked me closer in one sure move, plastering my body against his. I felt the heat spreading across my skin. Right then, the hard bulge in his pants pressed against my belly—hot, thick, throbbing. A wave of desire surged up from my gut like liquid fire, making my clit swell up all at once, pulsing hard against the lace of my panties. My whole body reacted: a shiver shot up my spine, my nipples got so stiff they ached against the fabric, and my pussy throbbed with raw need.
His mouth came down hot and hungry, kissing me with real want, no rush at first but with an intensity that twisted my stomach. His tongue met mine slow in the beginning, then deeper, more rhythmic—a teasing in-and-out that mirrored exactly what I craved lower down. His mouth tasted sweet, a little salty, and the way our lips fit together... God, it was perfect. It made me want to stay there forever, just kissing, just feeling his breath speeding up with mine, hot puffs of air escaping between our lips.
My hips started moving on their own. I ground against him slow, in a lazy, delicious rub. I felt his hard cock rubbing right where I needed it, even with the clothes in the way fucking it up. Every friction stoked my pussy even more, made my thighs quiver a little. I was soaked—the panties clung to my swollen lips, the slippery fabric teasing with every shift. The lust was a constant pressure, building, begging for more.
Then he hooked his fingers under the straps of my dress. He tugged them slow to the sides. The light fabric slid off my shoulders, grazed my sensitive nipples, down my waist, over my hips, until it pooled at my feet. I stood there in just my panties in front of him. The cool air of the room hit my hot, goosebumped skin. My nipples puckered up right away, fully exposed. Rodrigo looked at me—not just lust, but reverence mixed with hunger. That intense gaze roamed my body slow: tits, belly, the black lace plastered to my dripping pussy. I felt a long shiver run from my neck down to the base of my spine, like his eyes were fingers tracing my skin.
His hands slid up to my tits. He touched them so gentle, thumbs brushing my nipples slow, circling, then pinching lightly. A moan slipped from my throat without warning. He dropped down and brought his mouth to one. His hot tongue circled the tip slow, licking in broad strokes, then more focused, faster. When he sucked—hard, with a steady pull—I felt a tug straight to my clit, like an invisible thread connecting it all. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. My body shook. Every suck sent waves of pleasure ripping through me to my toes.
I was moaning—soft at first, but letting the sounds out on purpose. Husky, broken moans, loud enough to carry through the bathroom door. I wanted Diego to hear. I wanted him to know that right there, right then, another guy was touching me with desire, with care, with affection... and I was loving every second. That my body was giving in, trembling, getting wetter by the moment.
Every moan from my mouth was a silent taunt to Diego. I pictured him in there, pressed against the door, hearing it all: the wet sounds of Rodrigo's mouth on my tits, my ragged breathing, the little whimpers I couldn't hold back. And that made me even hornier. The thrill of being craved by both at once—one touching me tender, the other devouring me in his mind—had my belly clenching in light spasms, like I was on the edge of coming just from that.
My whole body burned like it was on fire. Skin prickled, breath ragged, pussy throbbing, begging for more. And in my head, one thing echoed: keep watching, Diego. Keep wanting. 'Cause I'm loving this... loving it way too much.
His mouth trailed down my body slow. He kissed my stomach, nuzzled my groin, until he stopped right at the edge of my panties. When his fingers pulled the fabric aside, Rodrigo's eyes met mine—a silent question, almost gentle. I didn't answer with words. I just spread my legs wider for him. A wordless, straight-up invite.
That first touch of his tongue was hot and slow, exploring with a patience that nearly killed me. He ate me out calm, with total focus, like nothing else in the world mattered but making me feel everything. My body trembled, drenched, totally surrendered. I gripped the sheets so hard I almost tore them. A moan ripped out too loud—and I let it. I wanted him to hear. I wanted Diego to hear. To know that yeah, the "boyfriend" knew exactly how to make me come. And he knew how to do it the way I like best.
That's when I turned my head to the side.
And there he was.
Diego. Leaning against the wall, cock in hand, stroking himself slow while staring at me with a mix of rage, hunger, and desperation. He didn't move. Didn't say a word. Just stood there, eyes glued to me. I bit my lip hard... and came in Rodrigo's mouth. Moaning loud on purpose. Moaning for him. To tease.
Still shaking, I pulled Rodrigo up over me. I kissed his mouth hard, tasting myself on him. Then I slid my hand down, grabbed his cock, felt it pulse, hard, hot, ready. I stroked him slow, glancing sideways at Diego again. And he... he was losing it more, breath heavy, fist pumping faster, unable to look away.
My heart pounded so hard it hurt in my chest. But the desire screamed louder than anything else. Louder than the fear, louder than the guilt, louder than it all. And I thought, almost out loud: this is it. This is when I lose my fucking mind.
I got Rodrigo to lie back. I climbed on slow, totally naked, hair tossed back. I positioned myself with my back to him... but facing Diego. Right in his face. I wanted my cousin to see every second. Every move. Every inch of me giving in.