In the first game, Edu versus Lucas ended in a 3-3 tie, with Lucas snatching the draw right at the very end—both of them cursing the game, but sneaking glances at my perky tits, fucking up easy plays because of the distraction.
Diego squeezed my waist tighter, forcing me to keep grinding, his cock throbbing against me with every twerk. I was dizzy, torn between the shame burning my cheeks and the horniness taking over everything, hot and relentless, leaving me so wet I could feel it slowly dripping into my panties. It was wrong, it was insane, but my body didn't want to stop.
It was Lucas's turn against Leandro, and Leandro crushed him, slamming 5-2. Lucas chucked the controller onto the bed pissed as hell, muttering that I was distracting him. He couldn't stop staring at my tits too, his eyes hungry as fuck, devouring every bounce I made with my boobs to tease them. I cracked up hard at that, feeling the power of that distraction. The poor bastards missing shots because of me, their faces a mix of horniness and rage.
Then came the decisive match: Leandro against Edu. Leandro picked Manchester United just to get me cheering for him—the sly fucker knew it was my favorite team. Edu went with Messi's Barcelona, focused like his goddamn life depended on it.
Whoever won was gonna fuck me, and that had the two of them in absolute tension. They barely blinked, eyes locked on the screen, fingers gripping the controller tight, while I was still on Diego's lap, grinding slow against him, feeling his dick pulse hot against my ass with every move.
The game was a nail-biter, goals flying back and forth, the two of them cursing the game, the controller, each other, every missed shot turning into a bitchfest. In the end, Leandro took it 4-2. Edu, the loser, was furious—he hurled the controller onto the bed, started yelling that the game was rigged, that Leandro just got lucky, that he'd taken way more shots but the Barca goalie saved fucking everything.
Diego, wanting to mess with him, let loose:
"You lost the main prize, but who knows, maybe there's a consolation prize?"
He looked at me, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief, and everyone went dead silent waiting for my answer. The room got heavy, just the guys' heavy breathing and the distant hum of the TV still on the game menu.
"So, Rafa? Consolation prize? Don't they deserve at least a blowjob? Or you gonna leave the poor fuckers high and dry?"
I eyed the two losers—Edu and Lucas, sitting there on the bed with puppy-dog faces, the bulges in their shorts already spilling the beans on how turned on they were.
"I dunno, Diego... that wasn't part of the deal," I said in a way that left them even more on edge.
"Come on, cousin... I deserve it. I played my ass off, just lost at the buzzer. Just one blowjob, Rafa... please," Edu said, straight-up begging.
I got up off Diego's lap and sauntered over to them, swaying my hips on purpose. My tits still out bounced free, hard nipples stealing the show. I stopped in front of Edu first, knelt down slow, ending up on my knees on the cold bedroom floor, my face right at his crotch level.
"Alright, Edu... then show me. Let me see if it's hard enough to earn it."
He didn't even blink, yanked his shorts down in one quick move, his cock springing out, thick and straight, the red head shiny with pre-cum. It was way bigger than I'd imagined. My mouth watered on the spot.
Back then I was already such a little slut. I fucking loved sucking dick, and seeing those two boys begging with their hard-ons for me on the bed got me mega turned on, my heart pounding hard, a hot wave rushing up my chest. I could already taste each one in my mouth, imagine their moans, the flavor, the scent...
I knelt slow between Edu's legs. The cold floor gave my skin chills while the heat climbed up my thighs. I grabbed his cock, feeling it throb like it had a mind of its own against my palm. It was gorgeous: big, thick, veiny as hell. I squeezed it hard, my fingers sliding smooth from the base up to the shiny wet head. The smell... holy shit, the smell lit me up inside and cranked my horniness even higher. I could've ridden him for hours, wanted to feel that thing buried in me, filling me up, ripping me apart. For real, I had this insane urge to fuck all of them right there, but I remembered the deal: only the winner gets to fuck. So I stuck to the blowjob, frustrated as fuck but playing by the rules.
I pressed my lips to the tip, soft and warm, feeling the texture of that head. I swirled my tongue slow, lapping up that salty, strong pre-cum that flooded my mouth thick and hot. I took him deeper, letting the cock fill my whole mouth—rubbing the roof, heavy on my tongue, stretching my cheeks. I started slow, just savoring it... then got hungrier, lips gripping tight as I bobbed up and down, tongue pressing from underneath, feeling every vein pulse against it. He was shaking in my mouth.
Edu groaned hoarse and low, his fingers digging into the sheet like it was gonna rip. That sound hit me right in the chest, soaking my pussy, an insistent throb between my legs that I tried to rein in by clenching my thighs.
His spasms gave it away. His cock throbbed hard in my mouth, blasting hot and thick, spurt after spurt, filling me up until it overflowed from the corners of my lips and slimed my whole chin. I pulled off slow, letting the messy head drag across my tongue. I opened my mouth wide and slow, showing him the white cum pooled inside, my eyes locked on his with a proud little slut smile. I closed my lips slow, swallowed it all in one long gulp, my throat bobbing visibly, never breaking eye contact for a second.
I licked my slimy lips, cleaning up the rest, and let out a satisfied sigh while staring him down—proud as fuck for draining every drop, leaving that cock empty, soft, and twitching in my mouth.
To be continued...