The first touch of his tongue was hot and slow, exploring with a patience that nearly killed me. He sucked on me calmly, with total focus, like nothing else in the world mattered except making me feel everything. My body trembled, soaked, completely surrendered. I gripped the sheet so hard I almost tore the fabric. A moan escaped way too loud—and I let it. I wanted him to hear. I wanted Diego to hear so fucking bad. To know that yeah, the "boyfriend" knew exactly how to make me cum, and he knew how to do it the way I like it best.
That's when I turned my face to the side, and there he was.
Frozen, leaning against the wall with his cock in his hand, jerking off 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 locked on me. I bit my lip hard... and came in Rodrigo's mouth.
Moaning loud on purpose.
Moaning just for him to taunt him...
Still shaking, I pulled Rodrigo up on top of me and kissed his mouth hungrily, tasting myself on him. Then I slid my hand down, grabbed his cock, feeling it throb, hard, hot, and ready. I stroked it slow, glancing sideways at Diego again. And he... he was getting more lost by the second, breathing heavy, fist speeding up, 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 everything. And I thought, almost out loud: this is it, this is it, I'm finally gonna lose my anal cherry.
I made Rodrigo lie on his back. I climbed on slow, totally naked, hair tossed back. I positioned myself facing away from him... but straight at Diego. As wide open as I could. I wanted my cousin to see every detail, every move, every inch of me giving myself to another guy right in front of him.
I started rubbing myself slow, real slow. The thick head of Rodrigo's cock slid between my lips, teasing the wet, sensitive flesh, sending long shivers up my thighs and spreading through my belly like a trail of gunpowder. The heat built up, insistent, invading every corner of my body. And Diego there, still, panting, his gaze drilled into me with an intensity that burned. That shit made me even wetter, more surrendered, bolder than I'd ever imagined.
My body was begging to take it all in, pleading for it. I was so close, so fucking close, when my last shred of sanity yanked me back to reality. I turned to Rodrigo, breath ragged.
"You got a condom?"
He looked at me for a second and shook his head, no words.
"Fuck... seriously? You come over here without...? — I bitched out loud, couldn't hold back the frustration, cutting off mid-sentence.
I got off the bed, body still quivering with horniness and irritation all mixed up. I went to my backpack, yanked open the zipper in a rush, and grabbed the little tube of lube I always kept hidden. Popped the cap with my teeth, squeezed a good amount onto my fingers, and started working it into my asshole. Slow, careful, feeling the cool gel warm up against my hot skin, spreading it in gentle circles until I was slick and ready.
I climbed back on Rodrigo in the same position: facing away from him, but right at Diego. I wanted him to see every detail: Me giving up my ass to another guy.
And this time, I sat down.
Sat down slow... real slow. Feeling every inch of his cock invading me, stretching me open, filling me with a pressure that was uncomfortable and delicious all at once. The hot pain mixed with the pleasure so perfectly I couldn't tell where one ended and the other started. It was all together, intense, overwhelming.
I closed my eyes and let out a long moan, feeling the pain and pleasure, giving myself fully to the motion. I rode him slow at first, feeling him slide in deep, then almost all the way out, and back in. Repeating, slow, deep, deeper and harder each time. My body demanded it and I obeyed, the pressure building inside me, the heat rising in waves that made my skin tingle.
Then I opened my eyes and locked straight on him. Right there in front of me, hand still on his cock, eyes fixed on me as he jerked off.
Because of me.
For me.
Knowing I was driving him to that, without even touching him, made me even crazier with lust. My pussy throbbed empty, drenched, while I rode faster, not breaking eye contact. And he didn't even blink. In that moment, I was the center of his universe, and it set me on fire from the inside.
I slid off Rodrigo still burning up and lay on my side on the bed, one leg bent, the other straight out, right in Diego's line of sight. Rodrigo came up behind me, silent, grabbed my hips firm and thrust in all at once. His cock plunged deep, hard, ripping a hoarse moan from my throat.
"Come on, Rodrigo... fuck me... pound it harder... — I begged between moans, fingers digging into the mattress.
He didn't hesitate. No mercy. Pounding my asshole with everything he had, each thrust deeper, rougher, exactly how I wanted it right then. The fast rhythm made my body rock, the pleasure stacking up in layers that threatened to swallow me whole.
My hand went straight to my clit, fingers finding my swollen little nub, slick with built-up horniness and tension. I started rubbing fast, in circles, pressing harder and harder, each stroke shooting hot jolts up my spine and exploding in my gut. My body begged for more, for release, for that inevitable drop. I needed to cum, needed to shatter completely.
And through all of it, my eyes stayed glued to him.
To Diego.
He was right there, against the wall, chest heaving, hand jerking his cock wilder by the second. Low groans escaped rough, almost silent, but I heard them clear as day—they were just for me, a guttural sound vibrating in the air between us. Seeing him lose it like that, jerking off in desperation while another guy fucked me from behind... it lit me up inside. The lust turned into a fever that consumed every nerve, every thought. I felt exposed, wanted, powerful and vulnerable all at once.
My hand sped up on its own, fingers sliding soaked between my lips, pressing my clit with an intensity that bordered on pain, but it only ramped up the pleasure. I was out of control. My body moved on instinct, muscles clenching in involuntary spasms.
I let out a muffled moan that turned into a stifled scream. I came. Hard. Eyes rolled back, vision going dark for a second. The orgasm hit in violent waves, deep contractions ripping through my gut, my thighs, my whole chest. Each pulse was like an electric shock that arched my back, made me shake uncontrollably, my inner muscles spasming rhythmically around nothing. My whole body convulsed, sweat dripping down my neck, my back, between my tits. I couldn't stop trembling, the pleasure crashing through me like a relentless current.
Even so, Rodrigo didn't stop. Kept pounding with brutal force, hands clamped on my waist like claws, rhythm relentless. Each thrust made my tits bounce, the pleasure mixing with the aftershocks of the orgasm. And then came that final thrust. Hard. Deep. He let out a rough groan right in my ear, the sound vibrating against my skin, and I felt everything.
To be continued...