Chapter 11
The story I'm gonna tell is from the very beginning, that phase when we hadn't admitted anything yet, you know? Nobody had a clue what was going on between us, and damn, we were fucking a lot. It only took two minutes alone and I'd be there, ass up, dying for him to grab me. And him, such a horny bastard, acting like a teenager, hands all over me, wanting to fuck me every damn time.
This episode happened at a party with our friends, one of those where any excuse was good for cracking open beers and firing up the grill. That night, the excuse was celebrating the slab pour on a house one of our buddies was building. The spot was at his parents' place, and way in the back there was the construction—a house still without doors or windows, just brick walls and wooden beams holding up the fresh roof.
Everybody was distracted, not suspecting our sneaky glances at all. Around one in the morning, with the crew already half buzzed, I felt my phone buzz and read the message: "Play it cool and head into the site."
My mind went into overdrive right away. I thought, holy shit, if anyone sees me going in there, they're gonna ask what the hell I'm doing alone in that dark build. And if they notice I'm gone? If they come in and catch me with him? My heart pounded just picturing it. But my judgment was already shot from the drinks, and honestly, I was so fucking horny for him that I couldn't care about anything else.
I hadn't even noticed when he slipped away from the group. There were a dozen people at the grill, and if nobody saw him sneak off, they wouldn't notice me dipping out quietly either. The backyard was dark, and the worksite in the back was practically invisible from there; just a couple steps and you'd vanish into the shadows.
I waited for everyone to get caught up in some lively chat and slid out, trying to step light, my heart racing with the thrill of getting busted. I slipped into the unfinished house, whispering his name softly, feeling that sweet mix of fear and anticipation. He had to be on the second floor, I figured, as I climbed the raw concrete stairs slow, bracing against the walls to keep from stumbling.
"Up here, come on," he called in a low, urgent tone.
"You're crazy? Someone could get hurt in here," I grumbled softly, finally reaching the second floor.
"The only one hurting you is me," he shot back right away, pulling me into what would eventually be a bedroom.
The room was empty, no plaster, no floor, nothing but cold, raw bricks. An open window was the only spot letting in a bit of light, so we could see the party down below without anyone spotting us up here. The soft moonlight and distant streetlamp glow cast shadows on the walls, ramping up the sense of danger and lust.
I was still a little dizzy, glancing around quick, imagining all the ways I could end up hurt in there, but he didn't give my thoughts a chance to keep going. With quick, bold hands, he yanked me by the arm and started lifting the fabric of my clothes, hunting for the hot skin underneath.
"Whoa, damn, easy there, mister!" I protested with a low laugh, feeling the excitement flood me completely.
He didn't wait for me to finish protesting and pulled my hips against him with a desperate hurry that only cranked my arousal higher.
"Oh, fuck... already this hard, all worked up like that?" I teased with a naughty grin, feeling his fingers grip my skin harder.
Before I could say another word, he was yanking my dress down, exposing my tits, grabbing them hard, with real hunger. I bit my lips, totally turned on by all that roughness.
"Yeah, you dirty fuck, squeeze those tits tight, mark me up so I remember this tomorrow."
He grinned against my skin, and soon I felt his hot mouth sucking my nipple full of lust, his tongue working urgent, making my whole body shake. I grabbed his hair, pressing his head closer, lost in that delicious feeling.
"Go on, suck it good like that, harder, you naughty bastard," I said, without any shame, feeling the horniness overflow from me.
While he sucked my tits like a starving maniac, my hand slid quick to his zipper, yanking it open in a rush, desperate to feel that hard cock in my hand. I pulled it out no fuss, feeling the heat and stiffness make me moan low with satisfaction.
"Fuck, look how hard it is, you're dying to fuck me right here, huh?" I teased, squeezing tight and stroking slow, firm, getting him even harder, throbbing in my grip.
He groaned against my skin, pulling my tit harder, while I kept talking the dirtiest shit, teasing without limits, like the slutty vixen I knew I was.
"I want that cock ripping me open, making me scream like a whore… you gonna fuck me good without making noise, huh?" I whispered, pushing it to the max, feeling him go wilder in my hand.
He came at me determined, breathing heavy behind me. The first thing I felt was the heat of his hand sliding up my thighs, slow, pushing the dress aside, exposing my ass completely arched up. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers exploring my already wet pussy, slick, pulsing eager for every touch. I let out a low moan, pushing my hips back against him, begging wordlessly to be filled.
"Fuck, you're already all spread open, soaking wet like that, you slut?" he whispered hoarse, pressing two fingers slow against my entrance, rubbing outside first, teasing my clit, torturing me with pleasure.
"Shove those fingers in me, fuck... don't tease," I taunted, looking over my shoulder, grinding my ass, egging him on more.
No more waiting, he slid the fingers in slow, deep, opening me up gentle, making my whole body quiver with lust. First one finger went in, tight and hot, making me moan and shiver all over. Then the second joined, stretching my entrance, filling that sweet empty ache I felt.
"Oh, fuck... yeah, open up that pussy all the way, 'cause I want your whole cock in here," I moaned, grinding against his hand, crazy from the pleasure of those smooth, deep thrusts he was giving with his fingers, sliding easy through my wetness.
He kept teasing me, spreading and clenching his fingers inside, pressing my sensitive flesh, making slow, delicious moves, prepping my body for what was next. Every time he pushed those fingers in, my legs went weak, the heat between my thighs almost unbearable.
When I couldn't take the teasing anymore, I said it almost begging, panting:
"Fuck, enough with the fingers… give me that cock now, come on!"
He gripped my hips firm, guiding the head of his hard, thick cock to my entrance, rubbing first, getting it slick with my own juices. I bit my lips, pressing my hands against the cold wall, feeling every muscle tense as he started pressing slow, invading my hot, wet flesh bit by bit.
I let out a rough moan, feeling every inch of him forcing his way in, penetrating slow, filling every millimeter, claiming every space in my body. That sensation was overwhelming: hot, intense, too damn good. I was already half delirious when he gave the first deep thrust, slamming in to the hilt, hitting hard deep inside.
"Yeah, fuck! Thrust hard, don't hold back, I wanna feel it all!" I moaned, teasing more, shoving my hips back, making him go even deeper, feeling him throb strong inside me.
He started fucking me at the rhythm I wanted, holding my waist tight, giving hard, deep, spot-on thrusts, each one making me moan louder. The wet slap of our skin echoed through the empty room, turning me on even more, totally surrendered to that wild lust.
"Fuck, do it like that… deep, you son of a bitch… I want that cock tearing me up," I moaned shameless, feeling my body burn with every move of his, getting closer to orgasm, nearly losing my mind from the pleasure of that hot, uncontrolled fuck.
In the air, the strong smell of fresh cement mixed with the intense musk of our sex, filling my senses and leaving me even dizzier, hornier, lost in the madness. Every firm thrust made my breath hitch, and the sound of our bodies smacking echoed through the empty room, giving away the urgency and savagery of our secret hookup.
I felt my legs start to buckle, the force of the thrusts almost too much, him behind me already shaking, breathing heavy, and I knew we had to speed it up or I'd be left hanging.
"Wait, let me cum, fuck... hold it!" I ordered almost desperate, shoving my hips against him urgent, grinding and clenching him with all my strength, trying to rush the inevitable.
Suddenly, I felt my whole body contract hard. A powerful wave started building from deep in my belly, spreading inside, hot and devastating. My vision blurred, legs gave out, and I moaned loud, not caring who might hear.
"Fuck, I'm cumming, cumming so hard..." I almost yelled, feeling that explosion take over completely, my body shaking, arching my back and clutching the cold walls desperate, while he stayed still, holding back his own orgasm.
Every muscle in my body pulsed with unbearable intensity, deliciously painful. Wave after wave of pleasure shot up my spine, spreading to every fiber, every nerve, every sensitive spot, until I could barely breathe. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his hard cock, still holding steady inside me, letting me ride out every second of that mind-blowing climax.
He held me tight by the hips, trying to control himself while I shuddered through the last spasms, my moans fading slow, still echoing in the dark, empty room. He breathed deep, gasping, not cumming, following my command like the good naughty boy he was.
After that devastating orgasm, I needed a full minute to recover. My legs were still shaking, breath ragged, and I felt my whole body limp, totally spent. He used that moment to stroke himself slow in front of me, smirking cocky while watching me try to come back to reality.
"What're you laughing at, you naughty fuck? Now it's my turn..." I said with a wicked smile, dropping to my knees in front of him, looking right into his desire-filled eyes.
I gripped that throbbing cock firm, still shiny wet from my cum, and slid my tongue slow along the whole length, tasting my own release mixed with his, salty, delicious. He groaned low, legs weakening as I licked slow from base to tip, teasing, playing with the sensitive head.
"Holy shit, you suck so fucking good…" he sighed almost voiceless, putting his hand on my head, surrendering completely.
I smiled satisfied, knowing I had him right where I wanted. I took his whole cock in my mouth, squeezing tight with my lips, sucking slow, pressing with my tongue as I bobbed up and down, in a perfect, hot, wet rhythm. I wanted him to lose control like I had minutes ago.
My hands didn't stay idle: while my mouth worked that cock good, I slid one hand down to massage his balls soft, licking them gentle and passionate, making him quiver and moan louder. I sucked each ball careful, licking slow, no rush, savoring every rough groan he let out, driven wild by the pleasure.
Then back to the cock, sucking with more intensity now, my head bobbing fast, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth, mixing with the sweat on his skin. I sucked hungry, letting him slide deep into my throat, squeezing the base hard with my hand to amp up his pleasure even more.
"Fuck... I'm gonna cum… shit, keep going..." he moaned desperate, gripping my head tight, trembling under my total control.
I felt him pulse hard in my mouth, and then the explosion hit. He groaned loud, shooting a hot, thick load straight down my throat. I sucked strong, swallowing it all greedy, not letting a drop escape, licking and gulping it down without hesitation. He stayed there, shaking, panting, completely given over to the pleasure.
When I finally let his cock go, still licking my lips satisfied, I grinned proud, standing up slow, my body still hot and limp. We both fixed our clothes quick, trying to steady our ragged breaths, chuckling low at each other as we descended the raw concrete stairs careful, hand in hand, nearly tripping and laughing at our boldness.
When we got back to the yard, everyone was already looking for us, and as soon as we showed up, grinning like two sneaky teens, the whole group burst out laughing and yelling, cracking jokes.
"Look at the missing duo! What were you two up to in secret, huh?" someone asked laughing, while he and I exchanged knowing looks, trying to play off what everyone already suspected.
We just laughed, cocky and satisfied, acting like nothing happened, but knowing damn well everyone there had already pictured exactly what went down. And the truth was, it didn't matter anymore, because it was so fucking worth it.