Saturday, May 9, 2015
I was still pretty pissed at Diego. Dead set on giving him the cold shoulder, for real.
It had been a whole week since anything had gone down between us. Before that it was every single day. Oral and anal nonstop. I’d wake up already soaked just thinking about him and end the night with my ass burning and the taste of him in my mouth. I was hooked. On his cock, his smell, his taste, the way he bossed me around and took me.
Now it was total freeze-out. I’d walk through the house without looking at him and only answer when I had to. But deep down I still missed it. My whole body remembered. And what pissed me off most was my pussy throbbing every now and then, the traitor, just from hearing his voice in the hallway. I held on with pure rage.
9 PM
Carol texted saying she was already on her way home. She was coming back from her boyfriend’s and asked me to meet her at the gate.
We walked in together. The second I went up the stairs and hit the hallway, Diego showed up behind me. I was surprised he was still home—I figured he’d gone out with his girlfriend. He grabbed my arm hard, a firm, decisive grip, almost hurting me.
I tried to keep my face straight, forcing a look of contempt, but my heart took off. His touch still fucked me up inside. He leaned in and tried to kiss me. Fuck, it was close. His mouth got right there, but I shoved him and threatened to scream.
“Go find your girlfriend and forget about me!”
The words came out sharper than I meant. I didn’t want to talk like that, but I was too sad and disappointed to soften it, and he still pushed, his voice low and smooth:
“I want you, Rafa. I’m fucking crazy with lust for you.”
That threw me. Why say that if he was still with her?
He moved in again, switching it up. Tried to corner me against the wall, getting in my space, talking right by my neck. I felt his heat, his cologne, his hot breath, and my skin prickled all over.
“Look at me, Rafa…” his voice came out low, almost sweet, but with that filthy edge I knew too well. “I want you and I know you want me too. So quit treating me like this. I get hard every time I see you walking around the house in those tight little shorts, remembering how fucking hot you look on all fours for me.”
Fuck, I felt my pussy throb hard, the traitor, while I tried to stay steady. His body was so close his chest almost touched mine. The smell of his warm skin, his breath on my neck… everything was working against the anger I still felt.
“You only come looking for me when you wanna fuck,” I shot back, firm, motioning for him to get out of my way. “And like this… this isn’t what I want anymore!”
He still tried to pull me toward the bedroom, fingers locking tight around my wrist while his body pressed against mine from behind. The hot smell of his skin mixed with that want hit me all at once. My heart was beating off and my legs started shaking. I barely got away—I don’t even know how. I was so vulnerable right then I almost gave in. But I knew I couldn’t. If I wanted him all to myself, he had to decide once and for all: stay with his girlfriend or dump her for good and be with me.
“Enough, fuck. Cut the bullshit!”
His voice came out loud and commanding, the kind that made me shudder inside. My body locked up. My mind went blank. I just stood there, his face red with irritation but with that controlling glint in his eyes I could never quite read.
I took a deep breath, trying to hold it together, and waited for whatever he was gonna say. Instead he grabbed my arm and shoved me into the room. For a second I thought he was gonna hit me. Part of me even celebrated inside: I’d gotten my revenge. He was pissed I’d been with someone else and given him the cold shoulder.
“Now you’re gonna tell me why you’re not talking to me in this fucking house or you ain’t leaving. Go on. Talk!”
I crossed my arms in defiance while he locked the door.
“Oh, you don’t remember?” I snapped back, almost yelling.
“And keep your fucking voice down!”
He raised an eyebrow, looking thoughtful, like he really didn’t know what I was talking about, and waved for me to keep going.
“Last Saturday, Diego… Remember what you promised me?”
He went quiet for a second, clearly trying to recall. The frustration in me grew even bigger. That son of a bitch had no clue what he’d done. I’d been pissed the whole time and he didn’t give a shit. Didn’t even suspect the shit he’d pulled.
“That I was gonna get home early so we could… get together. Was that it?” He said it like it was nothing. “Shit, my bad, Rafa.”
“My bad?” I repeated, anger rising hot in my chest. “You have no idea how fucking pissed I was waiting for you!”
Diego took another step toward me. Ignored everything I’d just said. His eyes dropped straight to my chest and his voice came out lower, with that same dirty tone:
“Ah, girl, quit the bullshit and confess. Admit you came here just so I could fuck that little asshole of yours again, huh? Missing my dick, you slut?”