Chapter 5
She weighed it with both hands now, one at the base, the other higher up, like she was really measuring it. She lifted it a bit, let it swing loose in her palm, then squeezed slowly to feel the thickness, the whole length. The cock throbbed to the beat of my racing heart, hot, hard, pulsing against her fingers. Each move of hers sent waves of pleasure shooting up my legs, clenching my gut, making my breaths come short and quick. I felt the blood rushing straight there, the skin stretching tight, the head swelling even more.
"But it should fit in your ass, you little slut," I tried to joke, but my voice came out shaky, more focused on not moaning too loud and keeping my eyes open.
"How big is it?"
"I don't know," I replied curtly.
"Liar, of course you know."
"23."
"23 what? Inches?" she said, shocked, eyes wide, hand still gripping tight.
"No, you dummy, it's yards, can't you tell?" I burst out laughing, trying to dodge the lust that was eating me alive, but the laugh came out nervous, choppy, because the cock throbbed hard in her hand again, giving everything away.
"Jana..." it was the third time I was calling her, I think my voice wasn't even making it out of my mouth right, getting stuck in my throat, trembling.
She looked at me slow, eyes gleaming in the dark of the room, and answered soft.
"Hey..."
"Can you suck me? Please?" I said in a pathetic whimper, almost begging through the shame of asking.
I'd never had any experience with this, didn't even know how to ask right, but it came out polite anyway, nearly pleading. Every touch of hers was killing me bit by bit. Every slide of her fingers, every shift in position made my whole body clench up, the cock pulsing hard, throbbing against her warm hand. The horniness was so intense I felt my legs go weak, my stomach tight, a heat climbing up my chest until my face burned.
She bit her lower lip, laughed wicked, a husky chuckle that gave me even more chills.
"Okay, but don't make it weird..."
She pulled me onto the bed with both hands on my waist, climbed on top of me slow, knees on either side of my thighs, her weight pinning me there. Her dress rode up a little, brushing my bare skin, and I felt the heat from her pussy right close, even without touching yet.
"Kiss me first?" She asked what sounded more like an order.
She brought her face close, nose brushing mine, hot breath mixing with the smell of beer and that sweet perfume she always wore. I lifted my head a bit and pressed my lips to hers. The kiss started slow, mouths open, tongue shy meeting hers. It was hot, wet, and every flick of her tongue sent more lust straight to my cock that was already rock hard as fuck, pressing against her belly over the dress. She moaned soft into my mouth, ground her hips against me, rubbing light, and I felt the cock pulse hard, brushing the thin fabric of her dress.
We kissed deeper, tongues tangling, her hands climbing to my hair, tugging light, while I gripped her waist hard, feeling the soft curves. The kiss got more urgent, messier, spit dripping at the corner of the mouth, breaths heavy. She trailed kisses down to my neck, nipping the skin light, sucking there until she left a red mark. Every suck made the cock throb more, swelling even bigger, the sensitive head rubbing against her dress and driving me crazy with want.
She moved back up to my ear, whispering husky.
"I'm gonna suck you, then you do me, okay?"
She slid down slow, face way too close, hot breath hitting my stomach while she completely ignored the tits she'd seen a million times during clothes swaps in the messy room. Her eyes locked right there, on Cláudio already hard as fuck, pointing straight at the ceiling like it had its own pride.
"I've seen your tits already and I got two, what I want is this!"
She said laughing low, but with a new wicked edge in her voice, and grabbed my cock with both hands at once, firm, no asking. It wasn't a friend pat, it was a grip from someone who wanted to play for real. Her fingers wrapped the thick base, squeezing light to feel the pulse, and the thumb of the other hand brushed the head right at the tip, spreading the pre-cum that had leaked out without me noticing. I let out a nervous laugh, kinda breathless, because the feeling was insane: hot, weird, way too good.
"Is this how you jerk off?"
She asked looking up, eyes sparkling, and started moving. First slow, sliding the skin all the way up to cover the head, then down to the base, squeezing a bit harder on the way back. It wasn't a perfect handjob, not by a long shot. Her hand was too small for the size, so she used both, one on top of the other, like stacking to cover more length. Sometimes it slipped because the pre-cum made everything wet and slick, and she'd laugh low when she lost the rhythm, mutter a "fuck, it really slips" and squeeze back in.
She helped with the other hand on my balls, squeezing light, rolling them in her palm like testing the weight, then sliding her fingers up and grazing her nail light along the line from the base to my ass, just to make me shake all over. When she saw me bite my lip or let out a little moan, she'd speed up a bit, stroking up and down faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room along with her heavy breathing. Her thumb stayed on the head, circling slow on the sensitive tip, spreading the liquid that kept dripping, leaving everything shiny and hot.
"You liking that, you slut?" she whispered, voice husky, without stopping the motion.
"What kinda talk is that with me, girl?" I shot back joking, but right then I didn't like it much, the tone came out drier than I meant.
She paused for a second, hand still wrapped at the base, looking up with those big mischievous eyes.
"I'm gonna suck you, you better like it?"