The phone buzzed on the nightstand. Message from Rodrigo:
"I'm at the gate."
I replied with a smiling emoji, but my eyes stayed glued to Diego. I gave him one last look, feeling the horniness pulse even harder just knowing he'd be there, hidden, listening to everything.
"Go to the en-suite bathroom. He can't know you're here."
He flashed that sly little smirk from the corner of his mouth. He obeyed. But before stepping into the bathroom, he turned and looked at me again—slowly, from top to bottom. Like he was memorizing every detail to jerk off to later. I closed the door behind him and leaned against the wood for a second, taking a deep breath. My whole body was tingling. I knew he'd hear. I wanted him to hear.
I opened the closet. Grabbed the light, white spaghetti-strap dress, loose and flowy. The fabric brushed against my sensitive tits as I slipped it on, making my nipples rub and send jolts straight to my gut. I headed down to the gate, feeling the cool air hit my bare thighs under the short hem.
Rodrigo was there, leaning against the car, smiling that sweet way that always disarmed me. His gaze was different: tender, affectionate, full of admiration. It contrasted so much with Diego's raw fire that my body reacted to both at once—a sweet warmth in my chest, a wet, urgent ache between my legs.
We went up holding hands. His palm was warm, solid. Before entering the bedroom, I stopped at the door, pinned him against the wall, and looked right into his eyes.
"Diego's in the bathroom. But pretend you don't know, okay?"
He just nodded. Quiet. And that turned me on even more—knowing the two of them were about to share me, in such different ways.
The bedroom door clicked shut behind us. I pressed Rodrigo against the wall, glued my body to his, and asked in a low voice, teasing and wicked:
"I'm dying to fuck... But first, tell me... do you love me?"
He smiled. That smile that always melted me inside.
"I do."
"Then say it again, I wanna hear it!" I said, faking a malicious kind of joy. "Louder."
I did it on purpose. I wanted his voice to carry through the bathroom door. I wanted Diego to hear every damn syllable.
Rodrigo looked at me steady, no hesitation:
"Rafa. I love you."
The words hit me like a touch. They prickled my neck, ran down my spine, made my nipples tighten again under the dress. Even knowing I was trying to rile up Diego, hearing it made me happy. Desired. Loved. And the contrast between Rodrigo's sweet "I love you" and Diego's hungry stare from hiding made me even wetter, more ready, more alive.
My whole body shook with anticipation. The horniness was like an electric current running from my throat 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.
And I wanted both.
I looked right into his eyes, so close I could see his dilated pupils, the glint of desire mixed with that sweetness only Rodrigo had. My voice came out pressed against the guy's mouth:
"Kiss me. I want to be yours."
The words barely left my lips before his hands grabbed my waist firmly. He pulled me closer in a decisive move, pressing 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 from my core 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 ran up my spine, my nipples got so hard they ached against the fabric, and my pussy throbbed with raw need.
His mouth came hot and hungry, kissing me with real want, no rush at first but with an intensity that made my stomach clench. His tongue met mine slow in the beginning, then deeper, more rhythmic—a delicious in-and-out that mimicked exactly what I wanted to feel lower down. The taste of his mouth was sweet, a little salty, and the way our lips fit... Fuck, it was perfect. It made me want to stay there forever, just kissing, just feeling his breath speeding up with mine, hot air puffing between our lips.
My hips started moving on their own. I ground against him slow, in a teasing rub. I could feel his hard cock rubbing right where I needed it, even with the clothes in the way. Every friction stoked my pussy more, made my thighs quiver a little. I was soaked—the panties stuck to my swollen lips, the slippery fabric rubbing with every shift. The horniness was constant pressure, building, begging for more.
Then he grabbed the straps of the dress. Pulled them slowly to the sides. The light fabric slid off my shoulders, grazed my sensitive nipples, down my waist, my hips, until it pooled at my feet. I stood there in just my panties. The cool room air hit my hot, goosebumped skin. My nipples tightened 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 clinging to my wet pussy. I felt a long shiver run from my neck to the base of my spine, like his eyes were fingers tracing my skin.
His hands went up to my tits. Touched them so gently, his thumbs grazed my nipples slow, circling, then pinching lightly. A moan slipped from my throat without meaning to. He knelt down and brought his mouth to one. His hot tongue circled the nipple slow, licking in broad strokes, then more focused, faster. When he sucked—hard, with rhythmic pulls—I felt a tug straight to my clit, like an invisible string connecting it all. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. My body trembled. Each suck sent waves of pleasure ripping through me to my toes.
I was moaning—soft at first, but letting the sounds out on purpose. Hoarse, 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 it. That my body was giving in, shaking, getting wetter by the second.
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 with tenderness, the other devouring me in his mind—made my core clench in light spasms, like I was about to cum just from that.
My whole body burned like it was on fire. Skin prickling, breath ragged, pussy throbbing, begging for more. And in my head, just one thing echoed: keep listening, Diego. Keep wanting. Because I'm loving this... loving it way too much.
His mouth trailed down my body slow. Kissed my stomach, brushed my groin, until it 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, direct invite.
Keep going...