I Made Him Choose in the Parking Lot

Ever since the semester began, Sebastián had become my silent obsession.

It wasn’t just because of his body, although that played a part too. It was that strange mix of shyness, brilliant mind, and such impeccable morals that sometimes made me want to shake him. I wanted to take that quiet boy apart, to see how much he could endure before giving in, how long he could hold out before begging me to suck him on his knees.

The excuse was the final project for the course. I wanted to do it with him. But I cared very little about the project; what I wanted was him, all the time, for myself, with his hard cock between my hands and his open mouth pressed against my pussy.

The problem had a first and last name: his usual group. Three inseparable friends, as studious as they were insufferable. The kind of guys who corrected one another’s formulas over lunch and laughed at jokes only they understood. They couldn’t stand me. I was their complete opposite: direct, loud, far too sure of myself. The professors adored me, I got the same grades they did without working myself to the bone, and that made their blood boil.

They hated the idea that I was stealing Sebastián away from them. They were right to worry.

Even so, I asked him outright, right in the middle of the hallway.

—Do the project with me, I said.

He said no. He was already committed to his group, he told me; they had supported one another all semester, and he couldn’t leave them hanging.

I smiled, thanked him with false sweetness, and from that moment on I ceased to exist for him.

***

I knew men like Sebastián. I knew he would grow desperate. What we had started before that refusal: we had already fucked, a lot, almost every day for weeks. I knew how his cock swelled when I knelt down, I knew what his cum tasted like, I knew the exact sound he made when I stuck my finger in his ass while sucking him off. That good-boy face, brown hair with tousled curls, and a grown man’s body that didn’t match his shyness. I got wet just watching him cross the classroom; my panties soaked through at the thought of the cock he carried hidden beneath his pants.

That was why it infuriated me that he didn’t choose me. I wasn’t used to anyone putting me behind anything else.

So I erased him from my radar. I ignored him the only way I know how.

Not a greeting. Not a glance in class. Whenever he tried to come near me, all I had to do was raise an eyebrow and he would fall silent halfway through his sentence. I blocked him on every social network, taking away even the chance to send me a message at three in the morning asking for pictures of my tits bare, as he had been doing almost every night.

I left him with nothing but emptiness.

And I enjoyed every second of his discomfort. I watched him search for me with his eyes when he entered the classroom, watched him hesitate before sitting down, watched him swallow every time he passed beside me and I didn’t slow my stride. His pathetic attempts to start a conversation died as soon as they began.

One Tuesday, he left a folded note on my desk while I was gathering my things. I didn’t open it in front of him. I waited until I was in the hallway, read it—“I need to talk to you”—and tore it into tiny pieces without changing expression. I knew he was watching me from the doorway. I knew that silence would torture him more than any answer.

His friends, meanwhile, celebrated. They thought they had won, that they had gotten me out of the way. One of them even allowed himself a sideways smile when I walked past their table. I smiled back. They had no idea I was playing a different game, one with a longer timeline, and that their friend was already counting the days until he came looking for me with his cock dripping inside his underwear.

He’ll come, I repeated to myself. I just have to wait.

***

A week later, we left the last class late. The university was emptying out, and the night brought that sticky breeze that announces a storm. I walked toward the parking lot alone, unhurried, listening to my own heels against the concrete.

—Mariana—his voice reached me from behind, with that guilty tone I loved—. Wait.

I turned slowly, arms crossed, beneath a streetlamp that flickered as if it were about to go out.

—What do you want?

The first drops had begun to fall, fine and almost timid, just like him.

—I don’t like the way you’re treating me, he said, staring at his shoes. —But I can’t leave them on their own. They’d be angry. We’ve helped each other all semester…

—And you? I cut him off. —Don’t you count in your own decision? Or do you always let other people choose for you?

He didn’t know what to say. And in that silence, the sky suddenly opened.

The rain came down hard, in curtains, drumming against the asphalt. We both ran toward my car, which was closest, and climbed inside, soaked and silent. The door shut, and the world narrowed to that small space, the sound of water on the roof, the glass beginning to fog with our breathing.

The silence grew dense. Heavy. Mine.

I leaned toward him in the driver’s seat. I placed my hand on his thigh, still wet from the rain, and left it there, motionless, feeling him tense. Then I moved it a little higher, until I brushed the bulge through the fabric. He was already half-hard. I laughed softly without looking at him, squeezing his cock with my open palm.

—You get hard just from looking at me, Sebastián. You’re a mess.

His innocence turned me on like few things could.

—Is it really so hard for you to choose me? I asked, as my fingers moved down to his belt buckle and began undoing it.

He swallowed. The sound was so clear it almost made me laugh.

—Mariana… please… he murmured.

—Please what? Want me to stop? Or want me to pull it out already and put it in your mouth?

He didn’t answer. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the window. I undid his buckle, lowered his zipper, and slipped my hand inside his underwear. His cock sprang free, hot and heavy, the tip already shining with fluid. I gripped it firmly and squeezed from top to bottom, once, twice, watching his face as a moan escaped him.

—Look at you. You’re wet before I’ve even started.

But we both knew how this would end. He knew it, already breathing unevenly. I knew it, having won the fight before I even got into the car.

***

I opened his pants all the way, pulled them down to his thighs along with his underwear, and freed his balls as well. Without hurrying, looking him in the eyes until the very last second. Then I lowered my head and took him entirely into my mouth, all the way to the base, feeling him grow and harden against my tongue, filling my whole mouth.

Slow.

Intense.

Knowing exactly what I was doing.

Sebastián had always been weak when it came to this. He lost control quickly when I had him like that, his cock buried in my palate, and I went crazy listening to the moans he tried and failed to suppress. I love a man’s pleasure, watching him lose his composure, and he was so sensitive that every movement of my tongue drew a tremor from his legs. Maybe that was why he was my favorite. That, or how good his thick cock felt stretching my mouth open.

I squeezed the base with one hand and stroked him slowly, letting the saliva run down the shaft to his balls so I could slide more easily. I moved up and down, licked him all over, pausing at the tip just to suck it like a candy and listen to him breathe. I ran my flat tongue along the underside, from his balls to the glans, then swallowed him again all the way down, until my throat tightened around him and he moaned like an animal.

And I talked to him without stopping, my voice hoarse, wet, pressed against his skin.

—I love how hard you get in my mouth, Sebastián. You know that, right? I love how this cock fills my whole mouth.

He barely nodded, head thrown back against the headrest and eyes squeezed shut, hands gripping the seat as if he were afraid to touch me.

—I’ve wanted this so badly, I continued, licking him from bottom to top, my tongue pressed firmly against his shaft. —I’ve wanted to feel you in my throat again. Are you going to give me all your milk, baby? All of it for me to swallow?

A groan was his only answer.

I grabbed his balls with my other hand and massaged them carefully while I kept sucking him, feeling them tighten, heavy and loaded. I licked one, took it entirely into my mouth, released it with a smack, and did the same with the other. Then I went back up, swallowed him in one motion, and began moving up and down quickly, my hand helping at the base, saliva streaming down my chin onto his pubic area.

—You can have me whenever you want, I told him, pulling away for a second, the tip resting against my lips with a thread of spit connecting us. —You can put your cock inside me whenever you feel like it. In my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I can be yours. All yours. But you have to choose me. Me, not them.

I gave him one slow lick, from his balls to the tip, and kissed the glans with closed lips, squeezing it.

—Say it.

I felt his resistance breaking apart amid his panting. I pushed him deep again, let him reach the back of my throat, and held him there without letting go, feeling the air leave him and his cock throb inside my mouth. I went down again to his testicles, caressed them with my tongue, traveled the whole way from underneath to the tip once more, slowly, savoring every inch, every swollen vein.

And just when I felt him about to explode, when his hips began moving on their own, searching for my mouth, when his abdominal muscles tightened and his balls drew up against his body, I let him go.

I left him outside, hard, throbbing, shining with my saliva. I left him hanging on the edge, panting, fists clenched on the seat and a thick drop appearing at the tip.

—Choose, I whispered, looking at him with my lips swollen and glistening, my hand wrapped around the base without moving. —Them or me?

He closed his eyes. He exhaled sharply. I tapped the tip twice with my tongue, barely, to remind him how close he was.

And then he said it, in a thread of a voice.

—You.

—I didn’t hear you. Louder.

—I choose you, Mariana, he said, and this time he looked me in the eyes when he said it.

I smiled. It was all I needed.

—That’s better, I murmured, and lowered my head again. —Now give me all that milk, baby. Come in my mouth.

***

I took him again, more firmly, my hand and mouth working together, my tongue circling the tip every time I came up, my hand pumping his shaft at the same rhythm. I squeezed his balls with my other hand, tugged them slightly downward, and dug my nails lightly into the skin of his perineum. It didn’t take long.

He came with a long moan that escaped him entirely, unable to contain it, almost a muffled cry against his teeth. He held the back of my head with both hands, trembling, pushing me all the way down, and I didn’t move; I let him pulse against my tongue as the first jet struck my palate, hot, thick, salty. Then came another, and another, and another, and I took them all without letting go, swallowing every drop as my prize for the day. I kept sucking the tip while he came, milking him for the last drop, feeling his whole body shake with every spasm.

I love that moment when a man surrenders completely, when nothing remains of the composure he came in with, when he empties himself inside you and looks at you as if you had stolen his soul.

I left him clean amid grunts and sighs, licking slowly until the last tremor, sucking his balls one more time to draw another shudder from him. Then I straightened up, fixed my hair, and wiped my lips with two fingers, sucking them clean afterward, calmly, so I wouldn’t waste anything. With the same elegance I would have shown leaving a dinner. As if I hadn’t just swallowed all his cum in a parking lot, with the rain pounding on the roof.

Sebastián pulled his pants up in silence, still out of breath, looking at me as if he couldn’t quite believe what had happened, his cock still half-visible and half-hard before he adjusted his clothes.

Outside, the storm was beginning to ease.

—I’ll see you tomorrow to work on the project, I told him, starting the car and pulling it closer to his, a few yards away. —And come ready. Tomorrow it’s your turn to eat me whole.

I braked. He put his hand on the handle, hesitated for a second, and finally turned toward me.

I kissed him on the lips, soft and slow, almost innocent, letting him taste his own flavor on my tongue. As if none of what came before had happened.

—See you tomorrow, Sebastián.

He got out of the car beneath the last drops, and I watched him in the rearview mirror as he walked away, wearing that smile I knew so well: the smile of someone who already knew he was coming back, and would return with his cock hard and begging for more.

His friends never found out. But from that night on, whenever I entered the classroom, I was the one he searched for with his eyes.