She was completely soaked. My fingers glided smoothly over her folds and I groaned, completely lost in the sensation. I’d imagined this moment so often.
“Are you wet for me?” I growled.
Stella blinked at me, lips parted. Small pants fell from her mouth as I traced her pussy lightly, spreading her wetness.
“Tell me, is this…” I slid my pointer finger along her slit, gathering her juices and holding it up for her to see. “…because you want me?”
“Yes,” she admitted breathlessly. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” A dark blush stained her cheeks, but she held my gaze.
I groaned because she’d torn down my last defense. If she’d been hesitant, I would have kept my distance, but like this, with the prospect of dying in this hellhole? I had no power to resist.
I knelt down in front of the bunk and dragged her toward the edge, my fingers stroking up her soft thighs. I hooked my hands in her boxer shorts and slid them down, catching a whiff of her musky-sweet aroma. My cock twitched with need. Fuck.
“I’m going to give you a good lick before I show you how to blow me,” I rasped. I wanted more than that. I wanted to bury myself in her heat, wanted to mark her as mine, but I couldn’t.
I didn’t wait for her reply. I parted her wide and dragged my tongue from her opening up to her clit. Stella bucked up with a hoarse moan. Her hand flew to the top of my head, her fingers raking through my hair. I smiled against her pussy, ignoring my warning voice. In this moment, I didn’t want to consider the consequences of our actions. The outside world and its rules seemed light-years away.
She said my name over and over again as I licked her. Stella was my forbidden treat. Sweet as sin. A forbidden delight I wasn’t allowed to have and she tasted all the better because of it. Her throaty moans, her fingers tangling in my hair, her dripping arousal drove me near insane with desire. For the first time since losing my virginity at fourteen, I felt like I might come in my pants.
“Oh Mauro,” she said, her hips bucking, pressing her pussy closer to my open mouth. I dipped my tongue into her, wishing my cock could do the same.
“Do you like my tongue in your pussy?” I rasped.
“Yes.”
Her voice dripped with desire, with the need to come. I circled her opening then dove back in. Slipping my hands beneath her ass cheeks, I lifted her for better access, burying my face in her lap.
Every moan, every twitch of her body as I devoured her pussy made my dick swell more. Soon, Stella writhed beneath me, her cries bouncing off the walls as she arched up. I groaned against her as she came, feeling fucking triumphant about giving her first orgasm to her.
I didn’t want anyone else to see her like this—ever.
Stella
I tried to catch my breath, staring up at the underside of the top bunk. Whenever I’d tried to imagine how it would feel to have Mauro go down on me, it hadn’t been nearly as intense. I tilted my head. Mauro was still wedged between my thighs, his tongue trailing over my sensitive flesh lazily. It was almost too much, and yet still too good to stop him. Mauro looked up, meeting my gaze. With a dark smile, he parted me and took a deliberate lick. I flushed, torn between embarrassment and arousal.
“Are you ready to return the favor?” he asked in a growl.
Biting my lip, I nodded. Mauro pressed a kiss to my sensitive flesh, then to my hipbone before he stood. The bulge in his sweatpants was huge. Standing right in front of the bunk, he removed his shirt and dragged down his sweatpants. His erection bounced when it caught on the waistband. My eyes grew wide at his size.
I stared, lying frozen on my back.
Mauro tensed. “Stella? You don’t have to do—”
“I want to,” I choked out and slowly sat up. Now his erection was only a few inches from my face. He cupped my head with one hand while he braced himself against the top bunk with the other. His six-pack flexed and pure hunger reflected in his eyes.
Under his lustful gaze, I curled my fingers around his base, surprised at how wide he was.
“Take me into your mouth,” he rasped.
I parted my lips and cupped his tip. Taking my time to discover every inch of him with my lips and tongue, I relished in the small impatient thrusts of his hips, in his sharp breaths. Soon he began to pump into my mouth lightly. “Fuck, I want to fuck your mouth.”
He looked on the verge of losing control, dark and irresistible. I wanted him to lose himself with me. “Then do it,” I whispered, wanting to show him that I wasn’t the little kid he needed to protect anymore.