What Started in the Car We Finished in My Room
That Saturday we left early. Noelia, Carla, and I drove to Salou and spent the whole morning by the sea, sunbathing and getting in the water every time the heat got too much. We talked about everything and nothing, mostly about the guys, laughing like we hadn’t laughed in ages. We ate at a beach bar right on the sand, taking our time, stretching out the meal with that pleasant laziness salt leaves on your skin.
We went back after siesta time. We needed to shower and get ready calmly, because that night we’d made plans with the guys to go dancing. I took my time choosing what to wear: a short, tight dress, pretty underwear underneath, the white stockings he liked so much. I did my makeup slowly in front of the mirror, thinking about him. I knew I was going to see Adrián, and I knew perfectly well how he looked at me when he thought I wasn’t noticing.
We got to the club when it was already starting to fill up. Each of us with our partner: Noelia with Bruno, Carla with Gorka, and me with Adrián. This time everything was calmer, more just ours. We didn’t go out as a group like other times because Noelia hadn’t wanted to, and honestly, the peace was welcome.
We were having drinks and dancing for hours. Adrián danced pressed against me, one hand on my hip that every now and then slid a little lower than it should. I didn’t move it away; on the contrary, I leaned into him so he’d know it didn’t bother me at all. Between songs he spoke in my ear, little fragments that didn’t need to mean much to set me on fire. In the dim light of the dance floor, amid the music and the crowd, we started touching each other discreetly, our hands finding each other where nobody was looking, until the brushing stopped being innocent.
If we keep this up, we won’t make it home.
***
We got back around three in the morning. Each couple went to their room, and Adrián and I went into mine still carrying the heat of the car with us. On the way back we’d been kissing and groping each other, finishing what we’d left half-done on the dance floor.
I locked the door. We started undressing each other slowly, exploring every part with our hands and mouths, unhurried, as if we had the whole night. And we did.
He kissed my breasts while I traced his with my lips. He pulled my dress down to my waist and unclasped my half-cup bra, that sheer one I’d put on knowing he’d see it. I finished taking off my dress and was left only in my panties and the white stockings.
I unbuttoned his pants while he took off his shirt. I pulled them down and kissed his stomach, firm and well-built, feeling him breathe deeper every time my lips dropped another inch lower.
I gently bit his hard cock over the boxer briefs, kissed his balls, and he let out a sigh that made me even wetter. I pulled off the last garment and started licking the tip, already shining. I circled it with my tongue, ran over the whole shaft following the vein that crossed it, filled my mouth with him. A few seconds later he gently pushed my head away.
—Stop —he said, his voice rough—. If you keep going, I’ll come right now.
***
He turned me with my back to him and held me from behind. One hand supported a breast while he rubbed his erection between my buttocks. His fingers roamed over my whole body, but always came back to the same place, squeezing, parting me, slipping under the edge of my panties until I was almost bare.
He pulled them down slowly, sliding them along my legs, and I lifted one foot and then the other to let them fall to the floor. I leaned forward to give him better access, offering myself without saying a word, bracing my hands on the edge of the piece of furniture. I felt his tongue rise between my buttocks, graze where nobody would expect it, and then move down to lick me all over, again and again, unhurried, alternating the pressure just when I thought I couldn’t take any more. I had to bite my lip to keep from making noise and waking half the house.
We climbed onto the bed and settled into sixty-nine. He didn’t want to take off my white stockings; he told me in my ear that he liked it better that way. He moistened them with his saliva, kissing my thighs before concentrating between my legs, and the pleasure was so even and so long that I ended up coming with my face buried against his stomach.
Meanwhile, I kept him in my mouth, licking, trying to take in a thickness that wouldn’t fit all at once. He moved his hips slowly, setting the rhythm, until he couldn’t hold back anymore and came into my mouth just as a second orgasm shook me. I didn’t let a single drop fall.
***
Even though he’d already finished, he was still hard. He rolled over on the bed, put my legs over his shoulders, and plunged into me all at once. I moaned loudly, clutching the sheets.
We stayed like that for a good while, changing positions over and over. On my side, me riding him with my hands resting on his chest, then back on my side with my legs tangled around his waist. Every change was an excuse to look at each other, to laugh for a second before losing our breath again. He went in and out at a pace that drove me crazy, kissing my breasts, squeezing one butt cheek as he fucked me hard. I dug my heels into his back to feel him deeper. We finished almost at the same time, kissing like we wanted to eat each other up.
We rested in each other’s arms, still joined, catching our breath. Then we settled into spooning, his chest against my back, and I thought he’d fall asleep.
He didn’t.
***
I felt his hands on my breasts again and his cock, hard once more, sliding between my lips from behind. In that same position he fucked me again, unhurried. His hands never stayed still: they rose to my breasts, dropped to my stomach, opened my buttocks to watch him go in and out of me.
With his fingers he found my clit and started circling it while he kept moving. The orgasm hit me hard, almost all at once; I dug my nails into his forearm and screamed into the pillow. He slowed down, letting me ride out every bit of it, giving it to me slowly while I was still trembling.
Then he gradually sped up again and put me on all fours. He kept fucking me that way, and at the same time he started playing with my other opening. He wet a finger with my own juices and slid it into my ass, first one, then two together, opening me patiently, waiting for my body to give.
He knew exactly what he was after.
When he felt I was ready, he pulled out of my pussy and started pushing in slowly from behind. I could feel the resistance because of how thick he was, so he kept going millimeter by millimeter, parting my buttocks with his hands, until he was all the way inside. I sighed and moaned, filled completely, stretched to the maximum.
He stayed still for a few seconds so I could get used to it. I reached a hand back and stroked his balls, pressed against my skin, weighing them while I kept moving. I rolled my hips in small circles, forward and back, telling him without words that he could keep going now.
Then, with his hands firm on my hips, he started a slow thrusting rhythm that kept building speed. Every thrust tore a different moan from me. He kept going to the end, driving all the way in, and came with a long growl that I felt vibrating through my whole back.
We fell face down, him on top of me, still inside, pulsing, letting the last drops go. We didn’t move. We fell asleep like that, glued together, without separating.
***
In the morning, with the light coming through the crack in the blinds, before we even got up to shower, he woke me with his mouth on my neck and his hands everywhere. He took me again from the front, looking me in the eyes, with a vigor that didn’t seem like that of someone who had barely slept, as if it were the first time. I wrapped my legs around him and let him set the pace, slow at first and faster after. We stayed like that until he came inside me again, burying his face in my neck.
Then we got under the water together. We soaped each other slowly, caressing one another through the foam, stretching the moment out. I took him in my mouth again for a while, more for the pleasure of doing it than for anything else, because there was nothing left for him to give.
We finished showering, dressed without stopping looking at each other, and went downstairs to breakfast with that silly smile people wear when they’re keeping a secret. Noelia and Carla were waiting for us at the table. Neither of them asked anything. They didn’t need to.
