I Fucked Hiding in the Construction Site

Chapter 11

The story I’m gonna tell is from the very beginning, that phase when we hadn’t made anything official yet, you know? Nobody had a clue what was going on between us, and damn, we were fucking a lot. We’d just need two minutes alone and I’d be there, ass up, dying for him to grab me. And him, such a horny bastard, acting like a teenager, hands all over me, wanting to fuck me every damn time.

This episode went down at a party with our friends, one of those where any excuse is good for cracking open beers and firing up the grill. That night, the excuse was celebrating the roof pour on a house one of our buddies was building. The spot was at his parents’ place, and way in the back there was the construction — a house still without doors or windows, just brick walls and wooden beams holding up the fresh roof.

Everybody was distracted, not suspecting our sneaky glances at all. Around one in the morning, with the crew already pretty buzzed, I felt my phone buzz and read the text: “Act natural and head into the construction site.”

My mind went into overdrive right away. I thought, holy shit, if anyone sees me slipping in there, they’re gonna ask what the hell I’m doing alone in that dark build. And if they notice I’m gone? If they come in and catch me with him? My heart was pounding just picturing it. But my judgment was already fucked up from the drinks, and honestly, I was way too horny for him to worry about anything else.

I hadn’t even noticed when he slipped away from the group. There were a dozen people at the barbecue, and if nobody saw him sneak off, they wouldn’t notice me vanishing either. The backyard was dark, and the worksite in the back was basically invisible from there; just take a couple steps and you’d melt into the shadows.

I waited for everyone to get caught up in some lively chat and slid out, trying to step light, my heart racing with the thrill of getting busted. I slipped into the unfinished house, whispering his name softly, feeling that sweet mix of fear and anticipation. He had to be on the second floor, I figured, as I climbed the stairs slowly, still rough concrete, bracing against the walls so I wouldn’t trip.

“Up here, come on quick,” he called in a low, urgent tone.

“You’re crazy? Someone could get hurt in here,” I grumbled softly, finally reaching the second floor.

“The only one hurting you is me,” he shot back right away, pulling me into what would eventually be a bedroom.

The room was empty, no plaster, no floor, nothing but cold, raw bricks. An open window was the only spot letting in a bit of light, so we could see the party down below without anyone spotting us up here. The soft moonlight and distant streetlight glow cast shadows on the walls, ramping up the sense of danger and lust.

I was still a little dizzy, glancing around quick, imagining all the ways I could end up banged up in there, but he didn’t give my thoughts a chance to keep going. With quick, bold hands, he yanked me by the arm and started lifting the fabric of my clothes, hunting for the hot skin underneath.

“Whoa, damn, easy there, mister!” I protested with a low laugh, feeling the excitement flood me completely.

He didn’t wait for me to finish protesting and pulled my hips against him with this desperate rush that just cranked my arousal even higher.

“Oh, fuck… already this hard, all worked up like that?” I teased with a naughty grin, feeling his fingers dig into my skin harder.

Before I could say another word, he was yanking my dress down, exposing my tits, grabbing them hard, with real hunger. I bit my lips, totally turned on by that raw roughness.

“Yeah, you bastard, squeeze those tits tight, mark me up so I remember this tomorrow.”

He grinned against my skin, and soon I felt his hot mouth sucking on my nipple, full of lust, his tongue working urgently, making my whole body shiver. I grabbed his hair, pressing his head closer, lost in that delicious sensation.

“Go on, suck it good like that, harder, you dirty fuck,” I said, no shame at all, feeling the horniness overflow from me.

While he sucked on my tit like a starving maniac, my hand slid quick to his zipper, yanking it open in a hurry, desperate to feel his hard cock in my hand. I pulled it out no fuss, feeling the heat and stiffness make me moan low with satisfaction.

“Fuck, look how hard it is, you’re dying to fuck me right here, aren’t you?” I teased, gripping tight and stroking slow, firm, getting him even harder, throbbing in my hand.

He groaned against my skin, pulling my tit harder, while I kept talking the dirtiest shit, teasing without limits, like the slutty vixen I knew I was.

“I want that cock tearing me up, making me scream like a whore… you gonna fuck me good without making a sound, huh?” I whispered, pushing it to the max, feeling him go wilder in my hand.

He came at me determined, breathing heavy behind me. The first thing I felt was the heat of his hand sliding up my thighs, inching slow and pushing the dress aside, fully exposing my perky ass. I closed my eyes and felt his fingers exploring my already wet pussy, slick and pulsing eager for every touch. I let out a low moan, pushing my hips back against him, begging wordlessly to be filled.

“Fuck, you’re already all spread open, soaking wet like that, you slut?” he whispered hoarse, as he pressed two fingers slow against my entrance, rubbing outside first, teasing my clit, torturing me with pleasure.

“Shove those fingers in me already, fuck… don’t tease,” I taunted, looking over my shoulder, grinding my ass, egging him on more.

No more waiting, he slid the fingers slow inside, deep, opening me up gradual, making my whole body quake with lust. First one finger went in, tight and hot, making me moan and shiver all over. Then the second joined, stretching my entrance, filling that sweet empty ache I felt.

“Oh, fuck… Yeah, open up that pussy all the way, ‘cause I want your whole cock in here,” I moaned, grinding against his hand, crazy from the pleasure of those smooth, deep thrusts with his fingers, sliding easy through my wetness.

He kept teasing me, spreading and clenching his fingers inside, pressing my sensitive flesh, making slow, delicious moves, prepping my body for what was coming. Every time he pushed in, my legs went weak, the heat between my thighs almost unbearable.

When I couldn’t take the teasing anymore, I said, practically begging, out of breath:

“Fuck, enough with the fingers… fuck me with that cock now, come on!”

He gripped my hips firm, guiding the head of his hard, thick cock to my entrance, rubbing first, getting it slick with my own juices. I bit my lips, pressing my hands against the cold wall, feeling every muscle tense as he started pressing slow, invading my hot, wet flesh bit by bit.

I let out a rough moan, feeling every inch of him forcing his way in, penetrating slow, filling every millimeter, claiming every space in my body. That sensation was overwhelming: hot, intense, too damn good. I was already half delirious when he gave the first deep thrust, slamming all the way in, hitting hard inside.

“Yeah, fuck! Pound it hard, don’t hold back, I wanna feel it all!” I moaned, teasing more, shoving my hips back, making him go even deeper, feeling him throb strong inside me.

He started fucking me at the pace I wanted, holding my waist tight, giving hard, deep, spot-on thrusts, each one making me moan louder. The wet slap of our skin echoed through the empty room, turning me on even more, totally surrendered to that wild lust.

“Fuck, pound it like that… deep, you son of a bitch… I want that cock ripping me apart,” I moaned shamelessly, feeling my body burn with every move, getting closer to orgasm, nearly losing my mind from the pleasure of that hot, uncontrolled fuck.

In the air, the sharp smell of fresh concrete mixed with the heavy musk of our sex, filling my senses and making me dizzier, hornier, lost in the madness. Every firm thrust made my breath hitch, and the sound of our bodies slamming echoed in the empty space, giving away the urgency and rawness of our secret hookup.

I felt my legs start to buckle, the force of the thrusts almost too much, him behind me already shaking, breathing ragged, and I knew we had to speed it up or I’d be left hanging.

“Wait, let me cum, fuck… hold it!” I ordered almost desperate, slamming my hips back against him urgent, grinding and squeezing him with all my strength, trying to rush the inevitable.

Suddenly, I felt my whole body clench hard. A powerful wave started building from deep in my belly, spreading inside, hot and devastating. My vision blurred, legs gave out, and I moaned loud, not caring who might hear.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, cumming so hard…” I almost yelled, feeling that explosion take over completely, my body shaking, arching my back and clutching the cold walls desperate, while he stayed still, holding back his own orgasm.

Every muscle in my body pulsed with unbearable intensity, deliciously painful. Wave after wave of pleasure shot up my spine, spreading to every fiber, every nerve, every sensitive spot, until I could barely breathe. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his hard cock, still buried firm inside me, letting me ride out every second of that mind-blowing climax.

He held my hips tight, trying to control himself while I shuddered through the last spasms, my moans fading slow, still echoing in the dark, empty room. He breathed deep, panting, not cumming, following my order like the good dirty boy he was.

After that devastating orgasm, I needed a full minute to recover. My legs were still shaking, breath ragged, and I felt my whole body limp, totally spent. He used that moment to stroke himself slow in front of me, smirking cocky as he watched me come back to reality.

“What’re you laughing at, you perv? Now it’s my turn…” I said with a wicked smile, dropping to my knees in front of him, looking straight into his lust-filled eyes.

I gripped that throbbing cock tight, still glistening wet from my cum, and slid my tongue slow along the whole length, tasting my own juices mixed with his, salty, delicious. He groaned low, legs weakening as I licked slow from base to tip, teasing, playing with the sensitive head.

“Holy shit, you suck cock so good…” he sighed almost voiceless, putting his hand on my head, giving in completely.

I smiled satisfied, knowing I had him right where I wanted. I took his whole cock in my mouth, squeezing tight with my lips, sucking slow, pressing with my tongue as I bobbed up and down, in a perfect, hot, wet rhythm. I wanted him to lose control like I had minutes before.

My hands didn’t stay idle: while my mouth worked that cock good, I slid one hand down to massage his balls gently, licking them with care and passion, making him quiver and moan louder. I sucked each ball tenderly, licking slow, no rush, savoring every rough groan he let out, driven wild by the pleasure.

Then back to the cock, sucking with more intensity now, my head bobbing fast, saliva dripping from the corners of my mouth, mixing with the sweat on his skin. I sucked hard, letting him slide deep into my throat, gripping the base tight with my hand to amp up his pleasure even more.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum… shit, keep going…” he moaned desperate, holding my head firm, trembling under my total control.

I felt him pulse hard in my mouth, and then it hit. He groaned loud, shooting a hot, thick load straight down my throat. I sucked strong, swallowing it all greedy, not letting a drop escape, licking and gulping it down without hesitation. He stood there shaking, panting, completely given over to the pleasure.

When I finally released his cock, still licking my lips satisfied, I grinned proud, standing slow, my body still hot and loose. We both fixed our clothes quick, trying to steady our ragged breaths, chuckling low at each other as we descended the rough concrete stairs careful, hand in hand, nearly tripping and laughing at our boldness.

When we got back to the yard, everyone was already looking for us, and as soon as we showed up, grinning like two sneaky teens, the whole group burst out laughing and yelling, cracking jokes.

“Look at the missing duo! What were you two up to hiding out, huh?” someone asked laughing, while he and I exchanged knowing looks, trying to play off what everyone already suspected.

We just laughed, cocky and satisfied, acting like nothing happened, but knowing full well everybody there had already pictured exactly what went down. And the truth was, it didn’t matter anymore, ‘cause it was worth it, so damn worth it.