I kept staring at the mirror, that smile still plastered on my face even though my chest was tight with fear.
She ran a hand through her hair, exasperated, and kept laying into me for a good while longer, mixing anger, worry, and disappointment while I just sat there naked, holding the little mirror and staring at something I still couldn’t fully wrap my head around, looking down and feeling my whole body throbbing.
When Carol finally paused her rant, I managed to speak for the first time.
“Diego’s gonna take me to the pharmacy. I’m just gonna take a shower.”
She started grumbling about her brother’s responsibilities, how he’d have to pay, how I couldn’t trust him… I didn’t stick around to listen. I turned my back and walked straight into the bathroom.
I turned on the shower and stepped under the hot water. Steam rose fast. I closed my eyes and let the water run down my body, washing away the blood, the cum, his smell. The fear was still there, squeezing my throat. Fear of getting pregnant and of having done the biggest fuck-up of my life. Carol’s voice still echoed in my head. But my body wouldn’t shut off and I was still turned on. My pussy kept throbbing, sensitive in this weirdly good and annoying way. Every time the water hit it, a shiver ran up my belly.
Then the urge hit. An old urge, something I’d only ever done in my fantasies or by grinding my clit on a pillow. I suddenly wanted to ride him so fucking bad, to sit on that huge cock with my legs spread and bounce up and down at my own pace. To see his face from above while I did it, feeling him sink in deep. Before, I’d only rubbed and rolled on top of him without actually taking him inside. Now I wasn’t a virgin anymore. Now I could really do it. I could shove him inside me and ride until my legs shook.
I’d been terrified just minutes ago. But now that he’d already cum inside me… what the hell was left to do? Just take the pill. And before that, I wanted it one more time. I wanted to feel him again, only on my terms.
I slid a hand between my thighs under the water and felt the hot swell. I squeezed my eyes shut and laughed, a dirty little laugh.
I got out of the shower and headed back to Diego’s room, making it clear to Carol that we were going to get the pill. When I walked in, he was still lying there naked, TV on low. The screen light flickered softly across his body.
I came in, closed the door quietly, and just stood there for a second taking him in. Chest, stomach, his cock resting soft between his legs. He turned his head and looked at me without saying anything. Just watched as I climbed onto the bed and slowly knelt over him. I sat on his hips and grabbed his dick with one hand. Started stroking it slowly, up and down, feeling it twitch and respond under my fingers. I squeezed a little harder, twisted my wrist, ran my thumb over the already wet head.
I couldn’t hold back. I slid down his body, got my knees between his legs, and went down on him. I opened my lips and took just the head first, sucking lightly, teasing. My tongue circled slow, licking the slit, tasting the salty leftover from before. I went lower, swallowing as much as I could, then came back up leaving a trail of spit.
“Fuck… I love this cock so much,” I murmured against the hot skin before going back down.
I ran my tongue all around it, from base to head, getting it wet, playing with it. Up and down with my mouth, sometimes just licking, sometimes sucking harder. I felt him getting hard again inside my mouth, thickening, throbbing. When he was fully stiff, I let go with a wet sound and lifted my head.
“Stay right there. I’m dying to sit on it.”
He opened his mouth to say something but I didn’t let him. I climbed back up, grabbed his cock with one hand, and lined myself up. The tip brushed against my still-sensitive, slightly sore pussy. I sank down slow, really slow, feeling every inch stretch me open. I let out a moan and dropped all the way down until I took him to the hilt.
I stayed still for a second, just feeling him all the way inside me, hot and thick. Then I started moving.
I rose almost to the tip and sank back down, slow, controlling every movement. His hands went to my hips but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed.
“Stay still,” I told him, almost smiling.
I rode him at my own pace, slow and deep. Every time I dropped down, his cock rubbed against that spot inside me that sent sparks through my body. I felt everything: the way he pulsed inside me, the wet sound of my cunt swallowing him, the smell of sex, the heat of his skin under my thighs.
I felt powerful. For the first time I was in control. He wasn’t using me. I was taking what I wanted.
“Fuck… this feels so good,” I thought, and the words came out low, mostly to myself. “Why didn’t I do this before…”
I closed my eyes and kept going, pleasure building slow. My clit rubbed against the base of his cock with every movement, and I clenched on purpose, feeling him throb harder.
The orgasm came without rushing. It started low in my belly, a warm rush that spread out. My thighs shook. I pressed both hands to his chest and stayed at that same slow rhythm, no speeding up. The heat kept rising, leaving my body loose and my skin prickling. I moaned low, head tipped back, my whole body pulsing around his cock as I came.
It felt so fucking good. Strangely good. After all the fear, guilt, and panic from minutes ago, there was only this: me in control, him inside me, and an orgasm that rolled through slow and left me loose, smiling, breathing hard.
When the wave passed, I kept moving a little longer, just to feel the last little spasms. Then I stopped, sitting all the way down on him, chest rising and falling fast.
I looked down and met his eyes.
I smiled, still riding the sweet little aftershocks running through me, trying to catch my breath.
That’s when he said it, out of nowhere:
“Now that you’re giving up that pussy, I’m gonna turn you into a real little slut. You’re gonna fuck whoever I tell you to.”
“Everybody’s a lot of people, Diego!” I laughed at the exaggeration, not taking what he’d just said seriously at all.
I just didn’t imagine he meant it.