Sunday, May 17, 2015
4:15 PM
The room was a total mess. Sheets all tangled and thrown across the mattress, exhausted bodies intertwined, trying to catch our breath. I could still feel his warm, sticky cum slowly leaking out of me. I tried to move to go to the bathroom, but laziness won out. Instead, we just lay there, trading lazy caresses: fingers tracing slow lines over sweaty skin.
That's when he broke the silence:
— Yesterday... you know? It got me so fucking hard seeing you grinding on your little boyfriend by the pool.
My eyes went wide, caught between a laugh bubbling up in my throat and genuine shock. I wasn't sure if he was serious or just trying to mess with me. The whole point from the start was just to make him jealous.
— You're kidding, right? — I rolled onto my side, staring at him, still trying to figure out what his deal was with comments like that.
But his eyes gave nothing away. Could've been jealousy in disguise, pure sarcasm, or just another tease. He turned slowly toward me and, like he was commenting on the weather, said:
— For real. My dick got rock hard right then.
He paused for a beat. Held my gaze with this calm, almost cruel vibe, and dropped:
— You know what really turned me on?
Curiosity hit me out of nowhere. The last thing I expected was that he'd gotten turned on by that.
— What?
— I want to watch you fuck him.
I shot up in bed on impulse, my body still limp contrasting with the wave of shock and outrage surging through my chest. I stared at him with wide eyes, secretly hoping it was just another joke.
— What, Diego? You want to watch me fuck Rodrigo?
He flashed that crooked, naughty grin, loaded with intentions I knew all too well.
Diego opened his mouth slow, the words dragging out like he was tasting them before letting them loose. His voice low, almost shaking with excitement, pulsing against my skin.
— Yeah. You said he's all sweet and shit... got me curious. I wanna see how he fucks you. If he slaps you around... 'cause with me you love it, right?
The air in the room got thick. My whole body froze up all of a sudden — a chill crawling from my gut up to my neck, leaving me paralyzed. Mouth half-open, no breath, no words.
Memories of him flooded me right then: the weight of his body pinning me to the mattress, firm hands on my wrists, slaps that stung my skin and made my pussy clench with that mix of pleasure and pain. He always knew exactly how to push me, right to the edge where I'd shake all over and beg for more.
— Answer me, Rafa — he pressed, his eyes locked on mine, so intense it felt like they were burning.
My voice came out hoarse, almost against my will:
— Yeah... I like it.
He smiled slow, that crooked, dangerous smile that always undoes me. The words were already right there on the tip of his tongue. He leaned in closer, his body heat wrapping around me like a slow, suffocating wave. His presence was physical, dominating, sucking the oxygen out of the room. He pressed his mouth right to my ear, his hot, damp breath brushing the sensitive skin, sending a shiver down my spine.
— Then let me watch. Just watch. Do it for me?
My heart pounded so hard it echoed in my ears, a wild drumbeat. My breath caught in my chest, short and shallow. My whole body went tense, rigid, like any move could make that idea explode inside me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, trying to shove it all away, but the image hit me full force in my head: me on my back, legs spread wide, Rodrigo's body moving over mine, moans I couldn't hold back, and Diego there in the corner of the room, dark eyes glued to every detail, every tremble, every gasp slipping from my lips.
The silence between us was heavy as hell right then. I could smell him mixed with the lingering scent of sex in the air, his warm thigh pressed against mine, the slow throb between my legs betraying how much that craziness had already gotten to me. I didn't answer. Couldn't. Just stayed there, eyes closed, heart hammering, body buzzing with this tension that was half fear, half raw, uncontrollable desire.
I was wet. So fucking wet. Soaked just from the thought, the possibility of being wanted and taken by two at once. Wanted. Claimed. Owned. The heat built slow between my thighs, a steady, insistent pulse giving away every thought I tried to push out.
I thought about saying no, for real. Opened my mouth to form the word, but it died in my throat.
Diego always knew how to break me. With that low, confident voice, almost hypnotic. He pressed his hot body against mine, skin still damp with sweat rubbing on me, and slid his hand slow along the curve of my waist. Firm, warm fingers tracing a lazy path down to the small of my back, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us.
He pressed his mouth to my ear, his warm breath teasing the sensitive skin, and whispered hoarse:
— Do it for me... come on?
My whole body prickled with goosebumps. A long, electric shiver ran down my neck, over my shoulders, down my back, settling deep in my gut. I felt my nipples harden against his chest, my pussy clenching on nothing, empty and starving all at once. His scent hit me: sweat, sex, that woody cologne I knew by heart that always left me weak.
I squeezed my eyes shut tight. Tried to take a deep breath, but it came out shaky, ragged. My heart was pounding so hard I felt every thump in my chest, my throat, my temples.
I didn't answer with words. Couldn't.
Instead, I turned my face slow until my lips brushed the curve of his neck. I kissed there, soft, almost like surrender. Felt his pulse racing under my mouth, the salty taste of his skin, and knew he'd gotten it.
Because Diego always did.
And deep down, I was already saying yes.
To be continued...