With My Brother-in-Law in the Taxi at Midnight

Marcos showed up at my apartment unannounced, which meant he’d been thinking about me for hours. He appeared at the door in that gray suit he knew drove me crazy, his tie barely loosened and a ready-made excuse for my sister: work dinner, he’d be late, she shouldn’t wait up. The same lie as always, the one we both knew she swallowed without asking questions.

I had deliberately taken my time coming downstairs. Not because I was hesitating, but to make him wait. I put on the tightest jeans I owned, low on the hips, and a white blouse that was almost transparent under the streetlights. I knew perfectly well the effect that black lace bra had on him when it showed through the fabric. I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror one last time, let my hair down, and went downstairs.

When I reached the doorway and saw him standing by the wall, hands in his pockets and that tension tightening his jaw, I knew it was going to be a long night. I glanced down for a second and saw the pronounced bulge under the fabric of his pants. He was already hard. Just from waiting for me.

—I’ll get a taxi —he said softly, without moving.

—Then get one —I replied.

***

The car arrived in less than four minutes. It was a dark sedan, a cab, with clean upholstery and a quiet, professional driver up front. We settled into the back seat. The door hadn’t even finished closing when Marcos grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me with an urgency that had been building for days.

This wasn’t a welcoming kiss. It was the kind of kiss that asks for nothing, that starts in the mouth and ends up running all the way down your spine. His tongue found mine without ceremony, without hesitation, and I answered by pressing myself harder against him, ignoring the traffic outside and the silent figure at the wheel.

He slipped his hand under my blouse. The cold skin of his fingers against my hot breast made me let out a sound I tried to smother. He gripped me hard, his thumb brushing the lace of my bra, searching for the front clasp. He found it. He undid it.

The car’s cool air hit my nipples before his hand covered them. They were hard, taut, so sensitive that when he pinched the left one between his thumb and forefinger, a short moan escaped me and I had to bite my lip. I turned my face toward the window for a second to steady myself and felt his other hand slide down my belly, looking for the button on my jeans.

That was when I noticed the driver adjust the rearview mirror. A small movement, almost imperceptible. But I saw it.

He’s looking at us.

That thought, instead of stopping me, lit something in me I hadn’t expected. I stayed perfectly still for a second, taking in what I’d just felt. I felt my cunt go wet all at once, felt my panties stick between my lips just from knowing that this stranger at the wheel was seeing my tits bare and couldn’t look away. Then I turned back to Marcos, pressed myself against his neck, and whispered in his ear in a breath that barely took any air:

—Ask the driver if he’ll let me suck you off back here.

Marcos stiffened instantly. He looked at me wide-eyed, between surprise and something much darker than surprise.

—What?

—Ask him. —I held his gaze without blinking—. If he wants me to stop, I’ll stop. But I want to suck you right now. In front of him.

He swallowed. He sat up slightly in the seat, cleared his throat with the discretion of someone who knows perfectly well there’s nothing discreet about what he’s about to do, and spoke toward the rearview mirror:

—Excuse me, sir. Would you mind if my girlfriend… if she sucked me off back here?

The silence that followed lasted maybe five seconds. Five seconds in which the taxi went two blocks, a horn sounded in the distance, and I held my breath. The driver looked at the mirror. Looked at the street. Looked at the mirror again. He was about fifty, with graying hair, the face of a man who had seen enough not to be shocked by anything anymore.

—Do whatever you want, son. I’m driving.

We both knew he wasn’t only going to drive.

***

I turned around in the seat without thinking twice. I settled on my side, propped on my elbows, and unzipped Marcos’s pants with steady fingers. I opened the button, pulled at the waistband of his boxer briefs, and took his cock out in one motion. It was rock hard, swollen, the tip already wet from what had leaked out during the exchange with the driver. I held it for a second in my hand, feeling the weight, the thickness, the thick vein running along the underside, and licked my lips before bending down.

I started from below, with my tongue flat, from base to tip, slowly. I licked his balls first, one and then the other, sucking them carefully into my mouth, and he let out the breath he’d been holding between his teeth and rested one hand on my head, gently at first. I worked my way up the shaft, licking it like it was an ice cream, pausing at the tip, dipping my tongue into the hollow where pre-cum was already beading. I cleaned it off with a wet kiss. Then back down again. Again. The rhythm the situation demanded, not urgency.

After that I took the whole thing into my mouth.

He growled softly and closed his fingers in my hair. I felt it hit the back of my throat and swallowed around it, pressing it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue. I set the pace, bobbing my head up and down, lips tight around the shaft, leaving a shining trail of saliva running down to his balls. He squeezed the back of my neck, setting the rhythm, and I let myself go, listening to his breathing break apart above me. The taxi moved along the main avenue and the lights from the storefronts flashed through the windows in bursts, lighting up the back seat in pulses: my ass lifted, my back arched, my mouth impaled on Marcos’s cock. I didn’t care.

Out of the corner of my eye, through the hair falling over my face, I saw the driver in the mirror.

He wasn’t looking at the road.

His hands gripped the wheel until his knuckles turned white and his eyes went from the mirror to the windshield and back to the mirror, with a discipline that was clearly costing him. I noticed how his posture had changed, how he had leaned a little farther forward in his seat, and how one hand left the wheel for a second to adjust the bulge between his legs. It was glaringly obvious beneath his pants. He was hard, as hard as Marcos.

He’s hard too. Both of them are. Because of me.

That made me suck harder. I hollowed my cheeks, squeezed it with my lips on every rise and fall, swallowed again when I felt it bang against the back of my throat. Marcos let out a sound he couldn’t control and grabbed my hair with both hands, pressing harder. I didn’t resist. I opened my mouth wider, let him push from below, moving my head however he wanted, fucking my throat at the pace he chose. My eyes watered a little, saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth and soaked his balls, but I didn’t let up. On the contrary. I slipped one hand into my jeans, under my panties, and ran two fingers over my clit. I was soaked. Drenched. My cunt was throbbing and every thrust Marcos made into my mouth made me clench tighter.

Three people in that car. Each one at the edge in their own way.

Marcos started panting in broken bursts, trying not to make too much noise and failing halfway. I knew him well: I knew when he was close. I held his hips with one hand and gave him no reprieve. I sped up. I squeezed his balls gently, massaged them, felt them drawing up against his body. I heard him say something through his teeth, halfway between my name and a curse, and then his whole body went taut and he came in my mouth, all at once, spurting again and again, clinging to my head so I wouldn’t move. He filled my throat with hot, thick cum, so much that it took me a while to swallow it all down.

I swallowed slowly. Without hurry. Savoring the salty taste sliding down my throat and the gaze I could feel drilled into me from the rearview mirror. When I was done, I ran my tongue over the tip one last time, cleaning off the final drop, and he let out a broken moan that filled the whole car.

When I sat back up, I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and licked the fingers I’d been using on my cunt, one by one, staring at the mirror. I held the driver’s gaze for a full second. I saw his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. I saw his hand go back to gripping the bulge over his pants. Then I put Marcos’s cock away carefully and pulled up his zipper. He had his head against the seatback and his eyes half-closed, with that expression of someone who has just landed from very far away.

—Hotel Reina —I told the driver, calm and still hoarse—. On the main avenue.

—Yes, miss —he replied. His voice came out rougher than before.

***

We got there in eight minutes. Marcos opened his wallet to pay. The driver raised a hand from the front seat without turning around.

—No need, son. The ride’s already covered.

We got out onto the sidewalk. The taxi disappeared down the avenue and we went into the hotel.

***

The room had the blinds drawn and smelled clean. Marcos unbuttoned my blouse from behind, slowly, with more patience than I expected after what had just happened. He let my bra fall from my shoulders and stared at me for a moment before leaning in. He sucked my nipples one by one, taking his time, nibbling them just enough until I started arching against him. Then he pulled my jeans down my legs, kneeling on the carpet, and took my soaked panties off, smelling them openly before tossing them aside.

He sat me on the edge of the bed, spread my legs, and buried his face between my thighs. He licked my cunt from bottom to top, long and flat, tasting me, and when he reached my clit he stayed there, sucking it softly, then harder, sliding two fingers inside me and searching for the exact spot he knew would drive me crazy. I came in his mouth within minutes, gripping his hair with both hands, pressing his face against me while my legs shook on his shoulders.

He gave me no reprieve. He stood up, stripped off his clothes letting them fall to the floor, and turned me face-down on the bed. He lifted my ass with both hands, spread my cheeks, and drove his cock all the way in with one thrust. I cried out into the pillow. I was so wet he slid in all the way, balls deep, and started fucking me hard from the first second. Every thrust pinned me to the mattress and made my tits slap against the sheet. He grabbed my hair, pulling my head back, and kept driving his cock into me whole, pulling almost all the way out and then slamming it back in.

—Like that, slut —he whispered against the back of my neck—. That’s how you like it, isn’t it?

—Yes, like that, give me more, harder.

He gave it to me harder. He gave it to me until I came twice in a row, clenching my cunt around his cock, biting the pillow so I wouldn’t scream. Then he turned me onto my back, spread my legs, and fucked me again while looking me in the eyes. He slid into me slowly at first, all the way to the hilt, holding there, barely moving his hips, and then he started thrusting again, with his hands planted beside my head and his chest against my breasts.

He came inside me much later, with a long groan against my neck, while I held him tight with my legs around his waist. I felt him emptying inside me, hot spurts against the back of my cunt, and I pressed myself against him to keep every last drop.

We spent the rest of the night in that room. The heat we’d built up in the car came out in a different way: slower, deeper, more ours. He fucked me twice more before dawn, in different positions, without hurry. He destroyed me in the best possible way, without rush, as if he had all night to do it right. And he did.

At some point in the early hours, out of breath and with the white ceiling above us, I turned toward him and spoke in his ear just like I had in the taxi, in that same whisper I knew he couldn’t ignore.

I confessed the fantasy I’d been keeping to myself for weeks. He and I, and my sister.

He didn’t say anything for a very long moment.

Then, in the dark, I heard his breathing change. And I felt, against my thigh, how hard he was getting again.

And that was answer enough.