NO PANTIES

CHAPTER FOUR

JOAN’S POV 

I kept quiet like I was told and relaxed like I was controlled by an electric remote. That same night I gave him full access to my body, as if we had known each other long before the party. Lucena paid attention to every part of me and treated each place like it mattered. He took my skirt off and found I had no panties on.

“Aww… no panties,” he said. “Guess you came prepared, right, damsel?”

I hurried to say no. I tried to explain that I had forgotten them because I thought I was late for the party. Lucena did not seem to care. “Save it, girl,” he said.

I never wanted him to think I was cheap or a slut. Before I could finish the thought, he put his mouth on my well-shaved pink pussy and a loud moan left me.

“Ahhh…hhhhh…”

The feeling was intense. I had never felt anything like it. I was not a virgin, but no man had eaten me down there before. I loved the heat of it, the deep pleasure that rolled through my stomach and made my thighs shake. I stopped caring about the room, the party, or whether anyone might be watching from far away. I just stayed there and let myself enjoy it.

His tongue moved slowly at first, like he was learning me. He licked from my opening up to my clit and then stayed there, circling, sucking, then licking again. My hips lifted without me telling them to. My hands found his hair. He held my thighs open so I could not close them.

“Lucena… eat me so well…”

The words came out before I could stop them. I started saying things I would never have said in daylight.

“Ahhhh… hhh…”

“Babe… don’t stopp…”

“Please…”

“Luce…na… make me your sex toy… I don’t mind… please… I want you… mmmmm… ouchh…”

“I love you… please… don’t stopp…”

He did not laugh. He only hummed against me, and the vibration made my clit throb harder. Two fingers slid inside me. I was already wet enough that they went in easily. He curled them and rubbed that spot while his mouth stayed locked on my clit. The two sensations together made my whole body tighten.

I came the first time with a sharp cry. My back arched. He did not pull away. He licked through it, slower, tasting everything, then sucked my clit again until the aftershocks turned into a second wave. I came again, messier this time, shaking, trying to push his head away because it was too much and also not enough.

My legs were trembling and my voice was gone. He still had his mouth on me, gentle now, like he was cleaning me and claiming me at the same time. Every few seconds he would suck lightly or drag his tongue through my folds, and another small aftershock would run through me.

“That’s it,” he murmured against my skin. “You can take more.”

I believed him. I was still open, still wet, still saying his name in broken pieces. He kissed the inside of my thigh, then my clit one last time, then looked up at me with a wet mouth and calm eyes.

“You taste like you wanted this all night,” he said. “And you came more than once. So stop explaining the panties.”

I could only nod. My body felt heavy and light at the same time. I had given him everything he asked for without meaning to, and he had taken it carefully, thoroughly, as if my pleasure was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

He stayed between my legs a little longer, not rushing to stand, not rushing to use me the next way. He just watched my breathing slow down, one hand resting on my hip like he was keeping me there until I could speak again.

When I finally found my voice, it was small.

“Don’t stop… , not yet.”

He smiled like he already knew I would say that. Then he lowered his mouth again, slower this time, and I let the room disappear a second time.

He unzipped his trousers and told me to suck him. I obeyed without hesitation.

I took his cock into my mouth and worked it slowly at first, sucking the head, then sliding down the shaft while I rolled his balls in my palm. He moaned at once, low and rough, the sound going straight through me. I took him as deep as I could, until my lips met the base and my throat tightened around him.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned.

I started bobbing my head faster, sloppy and wet, spit running down his length and dripping onto my chin. Every time his thick cock hit the back of my throat my eyes watered and more spit spilled out. He gathered my hair in one fist and took over, fucking my mouth in short, demanding strokes. I gagged around him, throat fluttering, tears streaking my face, but I stayed open for him and let him use me.

His breathing turned ragged. His grip tightened.

“Oh my God” he moaned, and then he came.

Hot cum flooded my mouth in heavy pulses. I tried to swallow but there was too much; it overflowed, spilling down my chin and onto my chest while I kept sucking him through it.