The Confession I’ve Been Keeping from the Book Club

Lucía slipped under the shower with her thighs still trembling. Hot water ran down her shoulders, her back, and when it reached lower down it found a burn she had never felt before. She pressed her forehead to the tiles. The memory came back intact: the wooden table at the club, the smell of old books, Adrián behind her with that anxious awkwardness that had driven her wild.

“Harder. Now.” That was what she had begged for. And he had obeyed. She still could hardly believe she had come without anyone touching her down there, without her own fingers getting involved. Only the constant friction, his clumsy but determined thrusting, had been enough to make her explode.

She moved her fingers in slow circles over her clit, pretending they were his. It wasn’t the same, not even close. It lacked the weight of his body on top of hers, the ragged breathing at the nape of her neck, Adrián’s broken voice telling her not to stop.

—Just like that, Adrián... —she whispered against the steam.

Her hips moved on their own. Her other hand slid down her back until it found, cautiously, the ring that was still sore. A shiver ran up her spine when the pad of her finger pressed there. It wasn’t as tight as the first time. The water and her own wetness acted as natural lubricant.

How was it possible that something that had hurt so much at first could then make her this hungry? Every time she remembered the moment he had emptied himself inside her, the muscles deep inside her clenched without permission. And then came the fear. If she lost control, if in a fit of lust she asked him to take her from the front, where no man had ever been before, her father would find out. The old man understood his daughters’ virginity as a commercial guarantee, a bargaining chip in the family alliances he wove with watchmaker care. And Lucía needed that inheritance. Not for the money. For the power. For the freedom to get her younger sister out of that same fate.

Her fingers sank in harder. Two on the clit, rubbing fast, while the other hand kept teasing at the back, the tip only slipping in and out by a centimeter.

—Fuck... —she cursed through clenched teeth.

She imagined Adrián behind her, his big hands gripping her hips, his hot breath against her neck, telling her in her ear to relax, that he knew how to make her feel good. She remembered his face when he came too quickly, that mix of shame and renewed desire. It had turned her on more than she was willing to admit.

The orgasm hit her without warning. She had to bite her forearm to smother the cry. Her pussy contracted in waves, and the finger in back sank a little farther, as if her body already knew where it wanted to be filled again. Her legs went weak. She braced both hands against the wall, panting as if she had just run. The water kept falling, washing away the evidence. The obsession, not.

***

At that same hour, Adrián was lying on his back in bed, a book open on his chest that he hadn’t gotten past the first page of in twenty minutes. Beneath the elastic of his boxer briefs, his cock throbbed every time he closed his eyes.

He saw her bent over the club table, her ass marked by his fingers, her muffled moans against her arm. He couldn’t believe he had come so quickly. “Fucking virgin,” he scolded himself for the umpteenth time. But the memory of Lucía’s face afterward — first disappointment, then the desire that lit up when he got hard again — comforted him.

There was something in the way she looked at him, as if she were discovering sex through his body, that drove him insane. And now, knowing they were both inexperienced, that they could explore each other without fear that either one would judge the other, the thought of the next meeting had him on edge.

Next time it wouldn’t be just fucking her from behind. Next time he would make her come with his mouth. He wanted to taste her, to feel her thighs trembling around his head while she writhed under his tongue. When she was relaxed enough, when everything below was dripping and the other hole was ready to take him again, then he would fuck her slowly, the way she had asked, but this time without stopping.

The phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was the book club group chat: “Reminder: next meeting in three days. Topic: erotica in classical literature.” Adrián smiled with the crooked twist of someone anticipating something he shouldn’t be anticipating. Three days. Only three fucking days.

His hand slid under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He didn’t need elaborate fantasy. The memory of Lucía moaning “harder” while he drove into her was enough. He started slowly, imagining it was her insides closing around him, not his own fist. He could almost feel the wet heat, the initial resistance, then the suction that seemed never to want to let him go.

—Fuck, Lucía... —he whispered.

His other hand closed over his balls. He thought about how it would be to lick her until her legs trembled, how she would taste, sweet and salty at once. Just that had him on the edge. With a groan he emptied himself onto his own stomach, the thick drops mixing with sweat. Even after, when his body relaxed against the mattress, his mind was still obsessed with the same idea: next time, he wouldn’t hold back. Next time, he would make her entirely his, even if only from behind. Because something told him that if he tried the other side, there would be no going back. And that excited him more than anything.

***

The air in the room was charged, thick, like the silence before a storm. Adrián arrived first. Not out of habit, but because desire had dragged him there an hour early. He paced around the wooden table, fingers drumming on the polished edge, his mind clouded. Fragments flashed through his head: Lucía’s body trembling beneath his, the muffled sound of her moans, her nails digging into his back. He was hard. His pants fit uncomfortably tight. He stopped in front of the shelves and pretended to be interested in the spines. His eyes didn’t focus on anything.

The door opened with a soft creak. He turned sharply. His heart slammed against his ribs. Lucía came in cautiously, as if the threshold itself might betray her. She shut the door behind her with a click that rang in Adrián’s chest like a gunshot.

She was wearing a pleated skirt that clung to her hips as she moved, a white blouse that hinted at the lace bra underneath. Her glasses had fogged up from the change in temperature. She took them off with trembling fingers and wiped them against the hem of her skirt without looking at him. She didn’t need to look at him. The air between them smelled of electricity, of something about to catch fire.

—No one else is coming today —Adrián murmured, his voice rough, taking a step toward her. It wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

Lucía swallowed. Her knuckles went white around the glasses frame.

—I know.

That was all the permission he needed.

Adrián crossed the distance in two strides. He grabbed her waist with one hand and buried the other in her hair, yanking her toward his mouth. The kiss was brutal, ravenous, a clash of teeth and tongues that didn’t ask because it was already taking. Lucía moaned against his lips and the sound shot straight to his groin. Her hands clutched his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as if she were afraid he might let her go.

Adrián’s hands slid down, over her hips, and with one rough motion he hiked up her skirt. The cool air in the room brushed the hot skin of her thighs. She didn’t have time to react. Adrián was already on his knees in front of her, fingers hooked in the elastic of her white panties, pulling them down.

Lucía closed her legs instinctively, but he wouldn’t allow it. With a growl he pried her thighs apart and opened her up.

—Fuck —he whispered, voice breaking.

She was soaked. Her scent flooded his nose, filled his mouth with saliva. He could see the shine of arousal on her swollen lips, the pink of her entrance pulsing faintly, the small erect bud of her clit peeking out between the folds.

—No... we can’t... —Lucía stammered. But her hands were already on his head, fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Her words held no conviction. Her body said otherwise.

Adrián didn’t answer with words. He stuck out his tongue and licked from front to back in one long, slow stroke. Lucía’s legs trembled. She let out a muffled moan and her hips jerked forward without control.

—God, Adrián... —her voice broke when he repeated the motion, now with more pressure, the tip of his tongue circling her clit before sucking hard.

She arched. A torn sound escaped her throat. Her thighs closed around his head, trapping him. Adrián didn’t resist. He plunged his tongue deeper, exploring every fold with an attention she hadn’t imagined possible. Knowing no one had ever tasted her there before drove him wild. She was his. Everything — her body, her moans, the way she writhed — was his.

He pulled her lips apart with his fingers and exposed her untouched opening, gleaming. The temptation was too much. Without warning, he sank his tongue into her as deep as he could. He touched something, barely, and stopped. Lucía screamed. Her nails scraped his scalp as her hips bucked against his face, demanding more, always more.

—There! There, don’t stop! —she begged, voice raw.

Adrián went back to the clit, fast, precise circles with the tip of his tongue. He could feel her tightening, her inner muscles contracting as if they wanted to drag him further in. One last firm lick and Lucía shattered. The orgasm ripped through her like lightning. Her legs shook, her thighs clamped around Adrián’s head while a hot gush bathed his tongue, his chin, his lips. He didn’t pull away. He drank every drop, licking and sucking until she sagged against him, panting, her fingers still tangled in his hair as if it were the only thing keeping her upright.

—Adrián... —his name was a trembling whisper, almost a prayer.

He looked up. His lips were shining, his chin smeared. His dark eyes searched hers, glassy, unfocused.

—I’m not done with you yet —he promised, rising slowly, dragging his body against hers so she could feel how hard he was.

Lucía didn’t answer. She couldn’t. She let herself fall against his chest, feeling his racing heartbeat while the aftershocks of the orgasm still ran through her, preparing her — without her knowing it — for what came next.

***

He undid the buttons of her blouse one by one while he kissed her, slow, possessive. Lucía moaned against his mouth when his fingers brushed the fabric of her bra. Her nipples were already hard.

—I’m not leaving you dressed —Adrián murmured. —I want to taste all of you.

She nodded. Her fingers shook as she unfastened his belt, as if she needed to touch him to make sure it was real. When he lowered her bra, her breasts were exposed, round and firm. Adrián leaned down. He caught one nipple between his lips and sucked hard before biting just enough to hurt. Lucía arched her back. Her nails sank into his shoulders while her other hand reached down, stroking his balls with a pressure he hadn’t expected.

—Fuck, like that... —he growled, pulling back a moment to look at her.— Just like that.

He moved from one breast to the other, licking and sucking without hurry. Lucía gasped. Her hips moved instinctively, searching for something. When he finally pulled away, lips shining, he trailed wet kisses down to her navel and looked at her with a lazy smile.

—Get up on the table —he said, voice rough. —I want to fuck your ass again.

Lucía swallowed. Her cheeks flushed. But instead of obeying, her fingers closed around his erection, stroking it slowly. Adrián held his breath.

—Wait —she whispered with a teasing smile he didn’t know she had—. If I make you come with my mouth now, you’ll last longer when you put it in back there. Isn’t that what you want?

Adrián’s brain went cloudy. The idea of those lips wrapped around him, that warm mouth taking him to the edge before sinking into the other hole. He nodded with a groan, unable to speak. Lucía didn’t need any more invitation. She dropped to her knees. Her hands worked his belt and zipper with an urgency that made him moan. When his cock sprang free, throbbing, she looked at it for a second and licked the fluid shining at the tip.

—Mmm, you’re ready for me already —she purred before wrapping her lips around him and sinking down slowly.

Adrián cursed under his breath. His fingers tangled in her hair as she took him deeper, her throat loosening. She wasn’t experienced. The enthusiasm with which she sucked him, her tongue tracing the veins while her fingers massaged his balls, brought him to the edge in seconds. He tried to warn her, gasping her name, but Lucía only looked up at him with those bright, determined eyes and swallowed him to the base.

—Lucía, I’m goi—

The orgasm hit him like a train. She took every spurt without blinking, swallowing with a low sound of satisfaction. When she pulled back, she licked her lips as if savoring the last traces. Adrián stared at her, dazed.

—God... —he muttered, helping her to her feet. —That was... fuck.

Lucía smiled, proud of herself. Before she could say anything, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the wooden table. The cold surface made her shiver, but the heat of his body made up for it at once. He laid her on her back, her legs hanging off the edge, open in invitation. Adrián wasted no time. He knelt between her thighs. His fingers slid between her soaked folds.

—Perfect —he growled, gathering the fluids with his fingers before taking them back and massaging her tight ring. —You’re going to feel me inside you again. And this time I’m not coming so fast.

She nodded, biting her lip as he pressed the tip of his cock against the back entrance. The stretch was slow, almost unbearable. Adrián didn’t relent. He pushed in centimeter by centimeter, letting her adjust, her gasps filling the room’s silence.

—More! —Lucía begged. Her nails scratched the wood.— Please, Adrián...

He obeyed. He sank all the way in with one fluid motion. Lucía screamed. Her body tightened around him, so tight that he had to stop for a second, breathing deeply.

—Fuck, you’re squeezing the hell out of me —he growled, starting to move with long, deep thrusts.

Every time he pulled out, the cool air brushed the sensitive opening, only to be replaced instantly by his heat when he pushed back in. Lucía couldn’t think. She could only feel. The initial pain turned into a dark, deep pleasure, her nerves lighting up every time he hit that inner spot that made her see stars. Orgasms caught her by surprise, one after another, her body shaking while Adrián held her by the hips, his thrusts growing more erratic, more desperate.

—I’m coming! —he warned, voice broken.— Inside you, Lucía!

She nodded, unable to speak. Her inner muscles clenched around him when the first hot spurt filled her. The second orgasm hit her with brutal force. Her back arched as Adrián emptied himself inside her, growling her name like a prayer. When he finally collapsed over her, sweaty and panting, Lucía could only wrap her arms around him. She could feel the semen dripping out, marking her inside.

—That... —Adrián murmured against her neck, kissing her sweaty skin.— That was fucking perfect.

She closed her eyes. Three days had been enough to turn her into another person, someone who no longer recognized herself when she looked in the mirror. And she still didn’t dare tell him the one thing that truly frightened her: that in the next meeting she was about to ask him to cross the final boundary too. The one her father would notice. The one that would cost her everything. And still, she would do it.