Chapter 6
I know I'm weird, always have been bad at showing things. Sexually, the few guys who've been with me complained that I was like a board, no initiative, like I wasn't enjoying anything. It was common to hear they felt like they were abusing me, because I'd stay quiet, still, not reacting much. The truth is, I'm selfish as hell. I like being served, not having to make any effort, just receiving. In return, at least, I'm always available whenever the guy wants, no complaints. Some hate it, some think it's perfect.
I was there now, ready, naked, standing in the middle of the room, not covering myself. My whole body was vibrating, lit up inside, crazy in a good way. No worries in my head, just that hot anxiety to see what his cock looked like, what I was gonna do with it. I didn't know exactly yet, but I had an idea of how to start: stay still and let him come to me.
He was a bit uneasy, I could tell. Whenever I opened my eyes — when I felt a brief absence of him —, he'd stop for a second, glancing at the locked door, like he was afraid someone might come in, get caught. My brother out there, maybe. He undressed awkwardly, clothes dropping to the floor slowly. Average cock, no hair, I'd say it was nice, hard right in front of me.
Anyone who saw me would say my head tilted a little to the side, sizing him up standing there like a dog that doesn't get what it's seeing, heavy eyes, no expression. Empathy's never been my strong suit. I didn't care about his discomfort, his fear. I just wanted him to do what I needed right away. I stayed quiet, waiting, and he grinned at me like an idiot.
"You want me to suck you, or you wanna fuck me right now?"
I said that, maybe with a smile on my face, I don't remember exactly. My body was electric, strange, vibrating all over inside. I know the way I narrate or the words I use don't show it, but I was so turned on, wanting him inside me soon, curious to know what a real cock felt like, hot, throbbing.
He came in to kiss me again, mouth frantic on my neck, tongue trying to get into my mouth once more. I didn't want a kiss right now. I grabbed his cock with both hands, firm, feeling it hard, hot, the skin soft stretched over the veins that were pulsing. I knelt down slowly on the bedroom floor, the cock at eye level, hanging there, the pink head already glistening a bit.
"Can I?"
I asked softly, looking up. That question got him excited right away. His eyes darkened, his breathing sped up, the cock twitched in my hand, getting harder, like it was answering on its own. He nodded quick, hand in my tied-up hair, tugging lightly on the ponytail.
I leaned in, curious as hell. The smell was strong, hot skin mixed with afternoon sweat, it was dirty, something that strangely made me wetter between my legs. The texture was smooth at the tip, the head slick, soft, but the rest firm, prominent veins I could feel in my palm. I pressed my mouth slowly against it, tongue coming out to lick the head first, tasting the salty, slightly bitter flavor, pre-cum dripping from the tip. It was weird, new, but good, made me want more.
"Your cock stinks."
I warned him, not really caring about his discomfort.
I started a full exploration of it. I licked from the base to the tip, slow, feeling every inch, the skin shifting a little as I went up. I took it in my mouth, just the head at first, sucking gently, tongue circling around. He groaned low, hand tightening in my hair. I tried deeper, swallowing what I could, but I didn't know the rhythm right, went too fast sometimes, teeth grazing by accident, or I'd stop to lick the balls, which were smooth, no hair, smelling stronger there.
He'd groan weirdly at times, a sound kinda pained, muttering softly "slow down, that hurts a bit" when I sucked too hard or used teeth. I'd adjust, try again, curious about every reaction, watching the cock pulse in my mouth, getting wetter with my saliva, flavors mixing everything. It was like exploring something alive, hot, that responded to every touch of mine.
Suddenly, he pushed my head back, rough, cock popping out of my mouth with a wet sound. Heavy breathing, eyes closed, hand squeezing the base of his cock like he was holding back from cumming right there.
"No... not yet."
I was a happy person. Amazing how a cock in a woman's mouth makes a smile appear.
"Come on..."
I stood up slowly, calling him over to the bed with a low voice, almost a whisper. I sized up the situation quick in my head: I had no clue what position to get in, how things really happened. And I was sure that if I faced him now, he'd want to kiss me again, wasting time with tongue and spit, when what I wanted was to feel the main thing right away.
So I got into the position I knew, the only one that seemed right for that moment. I climbed onto the bed on all fours, knees and hands on the mattress, ass up high, back arched a little, looking forward at the white headboard. My body was trembling inside with anxiety, the wetness already dripping down my thighs.
"Come on..."
I called again, voice soft, without looking back.
He came rushing, climbing onto the bed behind me, the mattress sinking under his weight, his big hands gripping my slim hips hard, fingers digging into the skin like he was afraid I'd vanish from there. His breathing already heavy on my neck, hot, damp, mixing with the afternoon air coming through the window crack. He thrust in all at once, deep, no more prep, no going slow, the hard tip forcing its way, stretching everything I didn't know could stretch. It hurt at first, a sharp burn that tore through inside, making my eyes fill with tears running from the corners without me blinking, I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood, to not make a sound.
But then the rest came, slow at first, then like a wave that wouldn't stop building: the real filling, hot, pulsing inside me like something alive, his cock hot, veins throbbing against the walls, his whole weight on my back, pressing down a bit, but in a way that made me feel anchored, present. The friction of the quick, clumsy thrusts, hitting deep every time, no real rhythm, just raw force, his thighs slapping against mine with sweat, the wet sound of impact echoing low in the empty room.
It was magical. An incredible explosion, too new for my head to handle, like the whole world had shrunk to that motion, that pressure rising and falling. Every frantic thrust of his sent waves of pleasure up my belly, clenching my core like a deep contraction, making my small tits tingle all over, nipples hardening painfully, sensitive, like invisible fingers pinching them, a shiver running down my back, from the nape to the base of my spine, raising goosebumps on the skin, down my legs to the soles of my feet that curled into the rumpled sheet, toes bending involuntarily.
It was immense joy, universe-sized, a crazy urge to burst out laughing loud, to open my mouth and let out a hysterical giggle no one would get, because it was perfect, filling every void I carried; the silence of the house, dad's absence, mom's judgment, the loneliness at school, everything vanished in silly, almost childish happiness that bubbled in my chest and wanted to explode. Me, on all fours, passive, just taking it hard, barely moving, no grinding, no loud moans, just letting him use me however he wanted — the worse he did it, too fast, no rhythm, no technique at all, the more that warm peace took over, filling the whole void at once, leaving me dizzy, limp, desired in a twisted way, whole for the first time in my life.
The sound of his thighs smacking my ass, dry and rhythmic like repeated slaps, the smell of sweat mixed with his cologne and the fresh afternoon air, the bright room with sunlight hitting the white wall — everything turned into one crazy thing, too wild to be real, a happiness rising in my chest that wanted to explode in loud laughter, but I held it quiet, just feeling, my inner muscles clenching on their own around him, the wetness dripping down my thighs, feeling alive, electric, tingling from head to toe.
But he came quick.
Less than a minute, maybe less, his body shaking all over against mine, groaning loud in my ear like a wounded animal, filling me up hot inside, quick pulses I felt deep down. He stopped suddenly, panting, pulling out slow, the cock softening, leaving an immediate emptiness that burned a little.
I sat on the bed, legs crossed on the messy sheet, silent, looking at him not knowing what to do. My body still pulsing hard inside, tits sensitive and tingling, back goosebumped like a cold wind had passed, soles of my feet still clenched, throbbing softly, the pleasure cut off halfway, the wetness dripping down my thighs, hot and sticky. He fixing his clothes quick, face red, sweat dripping from his forehead, not meeting my eyes, muttering something I didn't hear.
I just stayed there, quiet, waiting for him to say something, or leave, or whatever came next. The emptiness creeping back slow, but with a new taste in my mouth: I wanted more, soon, better. That immense joy still echoing inside, wanting to laugh again, but I held it, heavy eyes on him, no expression.