Chapter 24
With the green light given, Mariana grabbed Otávio by the hand and disappeared with him. When he passed by me, I couldn’t help but stare at the bulge marking his pants. The guy was hung! I thought right away: “Fuck, Mariana hit the jackpot!” But I didn’t have time to dwell on someone else’s dick. I had a mission.
I grabbed the TV remote from the living room and cranked up the volume; it was part of the plan. If anyone walked by outside, they’d think someone was watching TV in there. Then, I slipped out the front door and headed straight to the gate to see who showed up first. If it was Pedro, I was screwed big time.
Luckily for me, a familiar car pulled up. I breathed a sigh of relief. The bus guy.
But the damn fool was slow as hell.
He got out of the car without any rush, like he had all the time in the world. He checked the windows, the tires, acting like he was about to hit the interstate. He was one step away from popping the hood to check the water and oil before parking.
He started walking toward me real slow, in that cocky way of his, acting like he was God’s gift.
“Hi there, little miss.”
“Hi, mister.”
It was the stupid way we addressed each other. You’ve probably picked up on that by now…
I didn’t give him room for small talk. I opened the gate and pulled him inside, hustling past the garage and taking him to the back of the house.
“There’s people home and I don’t want anyone asking questions.”
He raised an eyebrow, chuckling.
“You’re hiding me, huh?”
I stopped and looked him right in the eye.
“If you step foot in that living room, you’ll have to own up to dating me. Is that what you want?”
Inside, the TV was on when he noticed, and he started tiptoeing too so he wouldn’t be seen, but he heard what I said and just laughed. In my head, he was gonna say “Let’s do it right now.” But he didn’t say it, he just stayed quiet and that… I confess… left me feeling kinda down.
At my house, from the back, the only spot to see the street was through the garage. Behind that was the pool area, with a grill and a tiny bathroom. On the other side, the laundry room… the scene of the crime, where I’d already gotten wild with Carla and her boyfriend.
The guy had no clue about my plan, but from the smile on his face, he seemed to be enjoying it. It was dark, and the only light illuminating things a bit came from a wall at the end of the pool area.
But I didn’t give him much time to think.
I grabbed him by the neck and planted a deep, hot kiss on him.
He barely had time to react, just kissed me back, already pulling me by the waist. I had plans for him, and he had no idea what they were. Things heated up fast. His hands slid right down to my ass, squeezing hard. And me, being the horny girl I am, I was already grinding against his leg, feeling the excitement rush through my body. His cock was already poking out of his shorts. The tip slipped free, hard and glistening in the dim light. What was out, I gripped with my fingers, massaging slow, feeling the heat throbbing there.
“Come on. Let’s head to the laundry room.”
He followed me without a question. Didn’t even think twice.
When we got there, I leaned against the washing machine, knowing exactly what was about to go down. My heart was pounding hard, my pussy throbbing, ready to be used. He came at me full of swagger, all eager, breathing heavy, looking at me with that hungry stare guys get when they’re on the edge. He fumbled with the button on my shorts in a hurry, but paused for a second, maybe waiting to see if I’d tell him to stop. Of course I wasn’t gonna.
I looked at him, biting my lip, and tugged the zipper down a bit on my shorts, just to make it clear he could keep going. He got the message right away. Didn’t waste time, shoved his hand right in, and holy shit, I was so wet! His fingers slid in easy, like they were getting sucked inside. He started fingering me in that way that makes you want to spread your legs wider, teasing light, then pressing harder. That naughty, deliberate touch that makes your legs shake.
I bit his shoulder, trying to hold back the moan, but I couldn’t. My body begged for more, pleaded for it, and without a second thought, I shoved my shorts down to my knees, leaving my panties fully exposed for him to see. His eyes went wide, and that’s it, he lost control.
When he grabbed me by the waist and hoisted me up onto the washing machine, a shiver shot through my whole body. No asking, no nothing, he just did it. And I loved it. The way he looked at me while he finished pulling off my shorts gave me butterflies, that feeling like I was there just for him, totally surrendered, ready to be taken however he wanted. And then, no bullshit, no teasing, he dove in. He spread me open, yanked my panties aside, and started fingering and licking me at the same time, and all I could do was gasp, unable to say a word.
I wanted to tell him to grab my phone that was tangled in my shorts on the floor, but my voice wouldn’t come out. I tried, but every time I opened my mouth, his tongue hit the right spot and made me forget everything. The guy was good, no denying it. For the first time in my life, I realized I had an ass because out of nowhere he licked me there and sent me to the moon and back in a second. When he just pushed the tip of his finger in, it gave me this weird discomfort that made me shake at the core, but at the same time a warm heat spread through my body. My head was spinning, caught between the horniness and the fear of someone showing up and catching me with my legs spread wide. I think that’s what kept me from cumming on his tongue, because it felt amazing, but the nerves wouldn’t let me fully let go.
And damn, he looked so hot eating me out. His pink lips, licking and sucking with such hunger it was like a work of art. He didn’t stop, sucking, nibbling lightly, dragging his tongue slow then fast, and every time I got close to cumming, something jammed up inside me and I pulled back. He stayed down there a good while, trying to push me over the edge, but I knew like that I wasn’t gonna get there, so I pulled myself together a bit and whispered, kinda out of breath:
“Stop, let me suck you too.”
He looked at me with a little smirk, satisfied, like he knew he’d done a good job. I closed my legs, hopped off the machine, grabbed my phone to check for messages — nothing. The guy leaned against the machine, waiting for me, and I dropped right to the floor. I folded my shorts to cushion my knees and didn’t even fix myself up proper; his cock was right there, hard, throbbing, a gorgeous shaft waiting for me. And I went down on him with total enthusiasm.
Everything I knew about blowjobs was that they had to be sloppy, and I’d practiced a little on Matheus— _“thanks, Matheus,” _ I thought. But now it was different. Feeling that hot cock in my mouth was surreal for me, like magic. My arousal was already sky-high, my whole body on fire. I nibbled, sucked, tried to take it all, put on my personal show for him, and every time I looked up, I gave him that slutty face and he moaned so good. And how he moaned. Each moan made me want to try even harder. I wanted to see him lose it, feel him give in, and after all those sucks and licks, it was just one last push away…
He pulled me off, and I thought he was close to cumming, but no, the sneaky bastard leaned me against the washing machine, lifted my shirt, and pulled my tits out. His mouth went straight for them, sucking, biting slow, playing with my nipples in a way that made my whole body tingle. I was just there, feeling the heat take over, until he came to my ear and whispered low, full of intent:
“Can I put on the condom?”
Girl, my ass clenched up right then. Clenched so tight not even Wi-Fi could get through. Shit got real. My heart raced and I felt this panic mixed with horniness rising up inside me. I wanted to do it, but right then that damn fear hit. What if it hurt like hell? What if I bled like a stuck pig? My mind was on high alert, but my pussy was cheering, celebrating that it was finally happening.
“Yeah… but I’m a virgin, don’t forget.”
He looked at me in a way that said he didn’t fully buy what I was saying. But fuck it, if he wanted to think I’d already fucked someone, let him. I’d only done it with a girl, but he didn’t need to know that. The point was, for me it was new and I was nervous.
I stood there, watching him grab the condom, open the packet with that awkward fumble, roll it on, and sheath his dick.
And that’s when the real fear hit.
When I saw that hooded cock, thick, throbbing, all ready to slide in, I froze. From that point on, I had no clue what to do.
He pulled me back in, gave me a long kiss, trying to calm me, and said in a soft, caring tone:
“How do you want it?”
And me, dumb as hell, not getting the question right, answered:
“Up front.”
He frowned, holding back a laugh.
“From the front how?”
“In the pussy, duh!”
He laughed for real, shook his head, and gave me that look like “poor thing, doesn’t know shit.”
“No, silly, what position do you like?”
That’s when I got that he meant position, not where to stick it.
My face burned. What an embarrassment!
“I’m a virgin, I know you don’t believe me, but I don’t know what’s best.”
He looked at me all calm, like he wanted to reassure me, gripped my waist firm, and said low, right up against my mouth:
“Climb back up on the machine. We’ll do it facing each other, okay? I’ll go real slow.”
I took a deep breath and got back on the machine, trying to brace for what was coming. My heart was hammering in my chest, my breathing all over the place; I tried to calm down, but it was impossible. When I felt his heat pressing between my legs, a shiver hit me instantly, my body reacting before my brain caught up.
He nudged the tip in, and I locked up. My whole body clenched from fear. My breaths came short and fast; I was nervous. Then he started rubbing the head slow, giving me these teasing strokes, brushing my clit, and that made me relax a little. The way he played there, no rush, just teasing me, made my body give in without me noticing.
When he finally pressed a bit harder and the head popped in, my body seized up completely. Right away, my fingers dug into his arm, my nails scraping his skin like I was holding on for dear life. I tried to tough it out, but the pain hit sharp, like something tearing, burning inside, a sensation I’d never felt before.
The only thing I could get out, through gritted teeth, was:
“Slow, you bastard!”
He chuckled low, kinda embarrassed, and started rubbing my clit, his fingers quick and playful, while he gave these little thrusts, tricking me, sliding in bit by bit. Each move pushed him deeper, like my body was slowly opening up, getting used to the invasion. The feeling was so weird, like something was filling my belly from the wrong hole. But at the same time, it was so good, so damn hot, that I couldn’t even focus on the fear. It was way different from the deodorant wrapper and the cucumbers I’d shoved in before.
The shitty part was the burning at the entrance, that annoying sting like it was forcing too much. But the pleasure came with it, clashing head-on with the pain, and I couldn’t tell which was stronger. I felt him filling me up completely, my walls gripping every inch, my body reacting in ways I couldn’t control.
“Oh God…” I sighed, not even realizing I’d said it out loud.
His breathing got heavy in my ear, his grip tighter, the rhythm starting to sync up, and that’s when I felt my body shift. The pain faded to the background, making room for a pleasure that built inside me, a hot tingling, a shiver climbing my spine and spreading through my chest. My hips started moving on their own, seeking him, grinding against his thrusts, like I was starving for it.
And then it happened.
A hot wave crashed over me, rising fast, sweeping me away completely. My body locked, my belly clenched, my legs shook. An explosion inside me like nothing I’d felt before. I let out a moan I didn’t even know was mine, muffled, swallowed by the heat of the moment. My fingers clamped down hard on his back, my head fell back, and my body just melted into the pleasure.
My first time, and I came with a cock inside me.
And it wasn’t just any pleasure. It was an intense, raw, desperate orgasm. Like my body had been begging for it forever, holding back, holding back, until it finally let it all go at once. I collapsed against him, my chest heaving, my pussy still pulsing around him, my head floating in a world I didn’t know existed until then. I had no idea it was possible to feel something like that. But right then, I knew I’d never want anything else in life.
He stayed inside me for a bit, even still, doing nothing but kissing me, and that was too good. I felt him there, pulsing lightly, sometimes twitching, and those little spasms sent nice little waves through me, raising goosebumps all over my skin.
He was all sweaty, his forehead shining, his chest rising and falling fast. He kept pumping slow, no rush, just savoring the moment. But I’d completely lost track of time; no idea how long it’d been.
“You happy?” he asked, with a naughty little grin.
“Fuck! That was so good… want more?” I blurted, still panting, craving it again.
He laughed and shook his head.
“Easy, girl, I’m not a machine. I need a break.”
“A break why?”
He didn’t answer right away, just sighed deep, seeming kinda lazy. But when he finally pulled out, I saw the condom all deflated, full of cum. My first thought was to look at it and think “Damn, I’d drink that shit straight up.”
I laughed to myself at the thought.
We stayed there, kissing a bit more, enjoying the last of the warmth still in our bodies. But as the horniness faded, I started thinking straight and realized staying there longer was risky. Pedro could show up any minute.
I got up, pulled on my shorts quick, and looked at him.
“Come on, let’s go to the other side of the house.”
He fixed his clothes and followed me, a little confused. It was still early, but if we waited another hour, I’d take him to my room and give it to him all night.
Even up the ass if he wanted.
And speaking of that, I got fixated on his finger. That lick on my ass… that fingertip just dipping in… my mind wandered back to it without warning, and a different kind of heat rose through my body.
But my panic hit fast.
My phone rang.
Right then, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.