I turned to Lucas without even catching my breath right. He already had his shorts on the floor, his hard cock pointing right at me, real thick, veins bulging. I grabbed it with my hand and felt the difference right away: rougher skin at the base, girth that barely fit in my palm, heat burning my fingers. I squeezed slow, sliding up and down, my thumb rubbing right on the underside where it drove him nuts. It throbbed harder with every stroke.
I opened my mouth and let the thickness slide in, lips stretching to take it. I sucked hard, tongue swirling in big circles, going down as far as I could, feeling it hit the back of my throat. I came up squeezing tight, went down easing off slow, my hot wet mouth swallowing every inch. Lucas groaned deeper, a rumble from his chest, his thighs shaking against my shoulders.
His cum came heavy, hot, shooting strong—more bitter taste, more intense, mixing with Edu's still on my tongue. I swallowed it all, my whole body buzzing with horniness.
I lifted my face, lips swollen, red and shiny, the flavor of both stuck in my mouth.
I smiled at Diego.
He was sitting there in the chair, hazel eyes locked on me, not blinking. His hard cock straining hard against his pants. Knowing he'd watched every lick, every suck, every swallow from the others... it set me on fire all over. My body shook, heart pounding, a slow hot wave throbbing strong between my legs, leaving me dizzy with so much lust.
Diego stood up slow, in this almost dramatic move, clapping slow like he was wrapping up a show he directed himself.
"Alright, show's over."
He looked at the other two with a half-satisfied smirk.
"Everyone get the fuck out. Leandro stays."
It wasn't an invite. It was an order.
He waited for the other two to leave before going on. The room went quiet. He stared at me a second longer than he needed to, then spoke low, firm, aimed at Leandro:
"You got an hour, man. Do whatever you want with her."
He paused short, then kept going:
"I'm heading out. Have at it."
Diego shut the door with a sharp click that echoed in my chest. I was alone with Leandro, and a huge emptiness settled in my gut. I wanted him to stay there, at least watching, seeing it all like he always did.
I'd turned into a total slut, not even fifteen yet and I'd already fucked more than thirty guys. Now Leandro was gonna be another notch.
Leandro stood there in front of me, squeezing his cock over his shorts with this crazy look of desire on his face, intense green eyes fixed on me. He was tall, over six feet easy, with a build that turned heads without trying: dark blond hair always neatly cut, broad shoulders, defined chest, and strong arms sculpted from gym hours.
I took a step forward, heart slamming, and kissed him quick, tasting the soda on his lips. My hand dropped at the same time, grabbing his dick over the shorts, the hot hard bulge pulsing, feeling alive in my hand. I squeezed light, sliding up and down slow, the fabric slipping with the motion. I flashed a naughty smile, biting my lip a bit, and kept going without stopping.
I tugged his shorts down, the elastic scraping the hot skin of his thighs. His cock sprang free, thick, veiny, the head already wet. I gripped firm at the base, feeling the heat radiate to my fingers, the stretched skin throbbing hard. I looked up at him with a happy surprised face like "whoa!" and brought it to my mouth slow, eyes locked on his. My lips brushed the tip, tongue circling slow around the head, tasting the hot saltiness.
I played up the slutty face, eyes half-closed, crooked little smile, biting my lip just to tease. I sucked the head slow, drawing light, then swallowed deeper, feeling the weight fill my whole mouth, rubbing the roof and underside on my tongue. He groaned rough, hands on my head guiding me gentle.
"Fuck, cousin... what a sweet mouth..." he let out, head tilted back, totally lost and shaking.
I pulled off for a second just to tease: licked from base to tip, tracing the vein with my flat tongue, then swallowed it all at once, deep, till the head hit the back of my throat. I relaxed, breathed through my nose, and clenched my throat light around him, massaging.
I smiled with his cock still in my mouth, eyes fixed on his, being a total slut. Then I sped up: hard sucks on the head, deep drops, hand twisting at the base as I came up. The wet sounds filled the room, mixed with his moans getting louder. I felt like the queen of blowjobs, in total control. I swallowed it all again, deep, licking underneath, feeling him throb harder, veins swelling on my tongue. He gripped my hair, body shaking, moaning my name rough.
When he slid out of my mouth slow, his taste stuck to my tongue. But before I could move, Leandro grabbed me hard by the hips—big hot hands digging in with a possessive force that almost hurt. He threw me face-down on the bed in one go, the mattress sinking under me, the sheet rough against my sensitive belly, my swollen tits, my still-hard nipples. I lay there exposed, legs slightly spread, cool air hitting the damp skin of my back and between my thighs.
To be continued...