Chapter 26
Things with Pedro were getting weird. Not because of him, but because of me. I could still feel the scent of sex from my last hookup lingering on my body, and it was making me paranoid. Every second, I was thinking: "Pedro's getting a free blowjob vibe" and if he picked up on it, he'd be pissed at me. The sneaky bastard kept trying to shove his hand between my legs every chance he got, but I was locking up. It hurt too damn much.
"Pedro, I don't think it's a good idea to keep groping me down there, it's kinda sore."
"Why? What happened?"
Fuck. I had to make up a story.
"I put in a tampon, and since I'm so tight, I think it stayed in too long and irritated everything—I didn't even know if that was possible."
That was the first excuse that popped into my head. And he, who wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, bought it. I hardly ever used those things.
"Then I'll give it some kisses to make it better..."
Oh man, I had a big problem. Staying in the living room was risky; the two of them could walk out any second and catch Pedro with his face buried between my thighs. My mom's room was off-limits, and my brothers' room was a stinky pigsty that no way in hell I'd lie naked in.
The laundry room... again?
It was the way to go.
For the third time in my life, I was about to get nasty on top of the washing machine. Again. It was turning into a tradition. As soon as we got there, I was already making out with him, and the sneaky fucker started a desperate mission to yank my bra off from under my shirt. I had to stop kissing and just unhook it quick, before he ripped everything apart. That bra was too expensive to let a horny idiot destroy it like that.
As soon as it was off, he went straight for my tits, like he was starving to death. It wasn't the most pleasant thing, but it was hot. He looked like a desperate baby at his mom's breast, sucking one side, then the other, totally out of control. I felt his hot, hungry mouth, and it sent a shiver through me. That's how I found out I liked that kind of thing. Point for Pedro.
I took advantage of him being focused on my boobs and slid my hand down to his ass. That skinny guy had a nice little butt, perky, firm just right. I couldn't resist and squeezed it hard, just to see his reaction.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" he complained, flinching.
"What, can't I grab my man's ass?"
He gave me a suspicious look, but in the end, he let it go. But I quickly lost interest and went straight for what I wanted. I ran my hand over his shorts, unzipped them, and pulled his cock out. I started stroking it slow, feeling it hot and throbbing in my hand. By now, I had some practice at that, knew how to work it. My fingers slid, squeezed, and in between kisses, the sneaky bastard let out some heavy breaths, low moans that made me even more turned on.
Pedro had a longer cock than the bus guy's, but it was skinnier. Straight, even, well-shaped. It wasn't the thickest I'd held, but it was pretty.
"Damn, can't I even touch yours?" he asked, all whiny.
"No, babe, it hurts," I replied as whiny as I could manage.
"So you wanna suck me off?"
"Yeah..." I said, if I was gonna stuff something in me, might as well be in my mouth, which wasn't sore yet.
He sat on the washing machine, and I stood in front of him, holding my hair back before I knelt down. I grabbed his cock with both hands, felt its heat pulsing against my skin. It was warm, nice, hard just right. I gave it a few slaps on my face and laughed, looking up at him.
"God, boy, this thing is so long!"
He laughed awkwardly, but I didn't give him time to say anything. I spit on the tip, getting it nice and wet, and stroked it, spreading the saliva slow. The wet slapping sound filled the quiet space, and I knew he was loving it. I leaned down a bit, ran my tongue slow over the head, then licked the whole shaft before taking it in my mouth.
It was easier to suck than some others I'd had, I have to admit. Not too thick, slid nice, and I liked the feel of it filling my mouth. I went slow, sucked, let my tongue play around the tip. The taste of him mixed with my spit gave me a different kind of thrill. I loved sucking cock.
But one thing kept pounding in my head... it was my second dick of the day. The idea left me torn between excitement and something weird. I wanted to be there, wanted to feel it in my mouth, but at the same time, I wondered if I was really in the mood or just going with the flow.
Even so, I kept going. Because deep down, I loved watching him melt in my mouth, squirm, hold back from cumming too quick. Having a guy in my hand, under my control, always gave me a different kind of horniness.
There I was, sucking him, my hot mouth sliding slow over the head of his cock, feeling the texture, the slightly salty taste mixed with the scent of warm skin and soap. My mind started wandering. I remembered Carla, her boyfriend pounding her hard, her moans getting louder and louder until he came inside her. And me there, with that taste in my mouth, licking, sucking, wanting to figure out what was so special about that hot liquid spilling out. No one had ever cum in my mouth before. I'd never had that moment all to myself. And I wanted it.
"Pedro, you wanna cum?" I asked, voice low and naughty.
He moaned, trying to keep it together.
"If you keep that up... I'm gonna cum."
I stopped for a second, looked into his eyes, my heart racing.
"You wanna cum in my mouth?"
His eyes went wide, like I'd said the craziest thing in the world.
"You serious? You can do that?" his voice shook, like he couldn't believe it.
"I'll let you," I whispered, with a mischievous little smile.
I went back to sucking, now with more hunger, more focus. My hand worked frantic, sliding up and down his cock, while my mouth zeroed in on the head, sucking with pressure, tongue teasing the underside, because I knew from the videos that made guys cum fast. He moaned louder, fingers gripping the sheets, breath all ragged. The way he shook, thighs going rigid, fingers clenching... he was close.
And then out of nowhere, he pushed me away quick, leaving me confused. I blinked, looking at him, not getting it. "What? He was supposed to cum in my mouth..." But then he started jerking off super fast, like he'd totally lost control. Neck thrown back, eyes rolling, mouth open with rough, desperate moans.
He grabbed my chin and pulled me close to his cock, with this crazy urgency.
"Open your mouth, come on... open!"
I opened without thinking. And then it hit.
The first spurt caught me off guard, hot and thick, hitting right under my nose, dripping into my mouth. The second landed on my cheek, warm and sticky, a white trail running down the corner of my lips. And the rest... the rest he aimed right, and I felt the hot, thick liquid pooling on my tongue, sliding slow down my throat.
I stayed there, frozen, feeling that warmth in my mouth, exploring the taste, the texture. My heart pounded hard, and a shiver ran up my spine. I'd never experienced that before. Never felt a guy come undone like that in my mouth. I looked at him, still shaking, trying to catch his breath, and smiled, running my tongue over my lips, savoring the moment. That was it. I liked making a guy lose control like that because of me.
We burst out laughing, the vibe light, our bodies still hot, my face sticky with his cum. The jokes flew easy, the lust mixed with the laugh of people who knew they'd done something good.
"At least it wasn't in your eye," he joked, laughing as he wiped my cheek with his fingers.
"Worse if it was in my hair," I shot back, making a face. "Then I'd have to shower and wash it."
He laughed, sliding his hand around my waist, pulling me close.
"But hey... did you like it?"
I licked my lips, still tasting him, that warmth sticking in my mouth, sliding slow down my throat.
"Loved it," I said, without a second thought.
He looked at me with that naughty glint in his eyes, breath still uneven, his cock still half-hard brushing my belly.
"And you up for fucking?"
Damn. My whole body screamed yes. I wanted it. My clit throbbed, my pussy was hot, wet, aching for it. But at the same time, I knew it'd hurt. I'd felt that earlier today. Still, I couldn't let this chance slip away.
For the second time, my shorts slid to the floor, and I turned, leaning forward against the washing machine, feeling the cold metal against my hot skin. A shiver ran up my spine. He came up behind me, his hard cock rubbing my ass, hot, pulsing. His chest pressed to my back, hand sliding over my waist. I was ready for him to just shove it in, but the skinny sneaky bastard surprised me.
He knelt behind me, grabbed my ass with both hands and spread it wide, fingers exploring my soft skin, exposing me completely to him. I felt his hot breath right there, so close to my entrance, and then the first lick came.
"Fuck, that's good!" I let out, voice shaking with the shiver that ran through my whole body.
He chuckled low and kept going, his wet tongue exploring, kissing, sucking every inch of my ass and pussy. I moaned loud, no shame at all. Fuck if anyone inside heard, fuck if the whole world knew. There was no one home to stop me from screaming in pleasure.
When he shoved his tongue in my asshole, I lost it. The bus guy had played there before and I'd loved it, but Pedro seemed even more into it, more focused, more obsessed. For a second, I thought about asking him to stick his dick in there, but fear stopped me. Everyone says it hurts, you need lube, without it, no way. And we didn't have anything but my dripping wetness. But my slutty pose stayed put. I arched my back more, pushing my ass into his face. And he took it. He spread me wider with his hands, licked me all over, his mouth switching between my ass and my soaked pussy. The moans came on their own, loud, desperate, my whole body melting from pleasure.
Then he did the right thing.
He moved his mouth to my clit and started sucking hard, right on it, rhythmic, like he was born to do it. My eyes rolled back, my body went limp, my legs started to buckle. With every suck, I felt a hot wave rising from my belly, building, piling up like a storm about to break. I was gonna cum. And I wanted more.
"Pedro, fuck me..." I whispered hoarse, mouth open, body already surrendered. "Real slow, okay? I'm a virgin, don't forget."
The lie came easy, but inside, I laughed. Little did he know I'd already gotten fucked earlier, just because he showed up late. He thought he'd be the first, and I let him believe it. What a fool.
Now it was just waiting for the thrust. And it came hard.
God, it hurt. It was like I'd become a virgin all over again. The same pain as the first time, but with an extra burn, stinging in an unbearable way. My breath caught, my eyes widened, and without realizing, tears started streaming down.
"Stop, stop! Let me breathe!"
I was shaking, knees weak, body tense, head spinning. Pedro hadn't even gotten the head in yet, and it already felt like I was being torn in half.
"Pull out, pull out!"
I tried to ease the pain by spitting in my hand, rubbing it at my entrance, trying to get it wetter. But the burn kept going, intense, right at the edge, like my pussy was saying "don't you dare come in, fuck!"
But I had to break this pussy in for good, right? If I wanted to fuck, sooner or later this had to happen. The way was to tough it out. Weirdly, the first time it hadn't hurt like this. It caught me off guard, and I almost gave up. But fuck that, I wasn't backing down now.
I took a deep breath, gripped the washing machine, and arched again. Pedro, patient, held my waist firm and tried again, this time slow. The spit helped it slide, and even with the burn, it went in easier. I stayed there, feeling his hot skin sliding inside me, filling me up, and tried to focus on the pleasure.
I tried to compare it to the other time, see which cock felt better inside me. But before my mind could decide, Pedro picked up the pace, and any rational thought vanished. He held me tight, thrusting faster, each stroke deeper, harder, taking me straight to the edge.
And then, the son of a bitch did something that drove me wild: he pressed the tip of his finger to my asshole and started pushing in slow, teasing, playing. My body reacted instantly, a hot shock running up my spine, my pussy clenching around his cock.
"Fuck me, Pedro! Fuck me!" I begged, desperate, my voice rough from all the moaning.
And Pedro fucked, slamming in hard, with force, holding me like I was his. The sound of our skin slapping echoed in the laundry room, the washing machine rocking a little, like it knew it was being used for more than dirty clothes.
Each thrust took my breath away, the head of his cock hitting deep, spreading the pain through my body in a good way, a way that made me want more.
"Fuck, fuck..." I moaned, unable to stop, giving myself completely to him.
My head turned back, the lust mixed with frustration, urgency taking over.
"Fuck, Pedro! You're supposed to stick your finger in my ass, you idiot!"
He laughed, and before I could say another word, I felt his finger sliding slow inside. My body froze for a second, and then a shiver shook me all over.
Fuck, that was what I needed.