Chapter 10
Kissing was easy. I knew how to do it—I'd kissed plenty of boys before, even fooled around with my cousin in some dumb swap game. He wasn't bad, but the taste of his mouth threw me off, this bitter, kinda metallic tang I couldn't tell if it was old soda or just pure nerves. He was shaking, this slight tremble that gave away how out of control he was.
I grabbed him harder, pinning him against me, making it clear what I wanted—even if I didn't exactly know myself. But that didn't matter. What mattered was feeling it out, exploring, figuring shit out as we went.
We locked the door, cranked the AC to beat the suffocating heat, and crashed onto the bed. The smell of the mattress—stale sweat and unwashed nights—made me wrinkle my nose. I rolled my eyes and bitched about the dirty sheets, forcing him to change them before I'd touch anything more than I had to. He scrambled up in a rush, yanking the fabric off any which way.
When he came back, he was all business, no bullshit, pulling his shirt over his head. His body wasn't new to me. I'd seen it before in other situations, but now it was different. Now it was all mine. And I liked thinking that. Without meaning to, I bit the corner of my mouth and shot him that look like I owned the whole damn situation. He noticed. And it made him even more jittery.
He threw himself on top of me, forcing me back, and I laughed at his clumsy rush, all hands that just annoyed me and a kiss that felt like he was trying to swallow me whole.
"Easy there, buddy, I'm not gonna run off on you..." I murmured, my voice all husky with excitement, feeling the heat building between us.
He didn't answer right away, but his face twisted in this mix of hesitation and confusion. Brow furrowed, lips pressed tight, the look of a guy who didn't know where to step next. More inexperienced than me, maybe. I hadn't decided yet if I'd let him fuck me, but the way things were going, if I didn't hold back, he wouldn't have a choice. Even if he didn't want to, he'd have to do me.
I must've been tense. The making out was okay, but there was no real surrender, nothing like that angel shit with trumpets blaring in ecstasy. Bullshit. Maybe it was missing feeling, or maybe just his rough way, I didn't know. All I knew was something felt off. Rushed, awkward, his touches hurt. When he grabbed my tits, it was like he wanted to crush them. His fingers dug so hard between my legs, it felt like he was trying to shove the jeans and panties right up my pussy. And me, barely trying a little caress, watched my hand get yanked straight to his dick.
"Matheus, fuck! If you're trying to turn me on like that, you're failing hard. You're hurting me!" I yelled.
He gave me this dumbass look, tried to sit up as best he could without smacking his head on the top bunk, and just sat there staring at me.
"Oh, sorry. I don't have much experience with this either. My bad."
So now it clicked—he was a virgin too. Great, now we had a problem. I didn't know what to do, and neither did he. How the hell do we keep going? Then, this really dirty idea hit me.
"Whatever happens, you gonna tell anyone?" I asked, even though I knew his word wasn't worth much.
"If anyone finds out, I'm dead meat, right, you idiot?" he grumbled, almost pissed off.
Made sense. No one could know. Neither of us should be doing this.
I'd tried it on Carla's boyfriend before, and the way he moaned, it seemed like I was pretty good at it. But when I saw Matheus's nude, I couldn't help it: I started imagining what it'd be like sucking a dick that was all mine. And his... it was nice. Thick, big, pinkish.
"Drop your shorts and lie down." I ordered, catching him off guard.
He jumped at my command but did it. He yanked the shorts down so fast his dick sprang out, hard and huge. When I saw it, a rush of surprise, excitement, and panic hit me all at once. Finally, the angels blew their trumpets, but instead of some holy light, my only thought was: how the fuck is that monster gonna fit inside me?
"Chill, you idiot! If God made it that way, it's gotta fit!" I laughed at my own stupid, comforting thought before sliding down to do exactly what I wanted. My mind raced through a list of how I should do this. With Carla's boyfriend, I hadn't thought about shit—it was automatic, pure instinct guiding me. But not now. Now, I wanted to do it right.
I grabbed his dick with my hand and, sneaky-like, brought it to my nose to sniff. All good. I could put it in my mouth. It didn't stink. The opposite—it smelled clean, with this exciting hint of something I couldn't quite pin down. It was thick. My hand had trouble wrapping around it. I played with the skin, sliding my fingers, feeling the texture, while planting some kisses to get it wet. I didn't wanna just spit. That grossed me out.
Weirdly, it felt more fun than sexual right then. Like a new toy I was figuring out, my eyes scanning every detail, trying to memorize every bit. It was warm, the texture felt good in my mouth, and I got turned on every time it hit my tongue and I heard his moans slip out.
"Don't you dare cum in my mouth, okay!" I warned, grinning.
I said it just to say it. Truth was, I kinda wanted to be on my knees, feeling him blow his load all over my face. But I'd never admit that. What would he think I was?
Tired of little kisses and licks, I took him in my mouth. First, I focused on the head, which filled my mouth easy. With every suck, he squirmed and let out some muffled sound. I got into a total blowjob frenzy, picking up the pace, drooling, letting him take up more and more space. Without realizing, my sucking got wilder with each bob. I gagged, slobbered like crazy, trying to take him deeper. I was shocked at how much of that dick I could swallow, and for one of the few times in my life, I realized I was good at something.
I started getting how my moves controlled his pleasure, testing rhythms and watching his reactions. Every suck, every tongue slide pulled a different moan, and I had fun with it.
Soon, I felt he was gonna cum. And I stopped. Why? Hell if I know. Maybe 'cause he hadn't earned it.