Slut For Cabo – Part 4

Everyone in this story is 18+

Jake smiled at my flustered ramble and leaned in again, this time pressing a slower, deeper kiss to my lips. I felt his hand move behind my neck, steady and warm, guiding me like he knew exactly how much I didn’t know what I was doing.

And he was right. I didn’t.

I tripped a little, a little unsteady, and half-tripped over my own foot like a drunk baby deer. Jake caught me, of course—because of course he did—and helped me back upright with that annoyingly charming grin.

He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear again, which I was starting to suspect was his go-to move. Not that I minded.

“So…” I began, breathless, heart pounding, unsure of what came next.

Jake didn’t say anything. He just leaned in again—slow, easy, like he’d done this a hundred times—and kissed me. And this time, I kissed back without hesitation. My hands landed on his chest, and—wow, okay, yeah, his pecs were definitely real.

Jake didn’t rush. He gently laid me down on the bed and put on quite the show.

First, he peeled off his tank top in one smooth motion, revealing a chest that looked like it’d been carved by someone who really knew what they were doing. His chest were full and solid, a light dusting of brown hair scattered across them and leading down between his abs in a neat, natural trail. Not over-groomed—just masculine and real. His stomach was flat, defined, with just enough muscle to show without trying. He looked like he played sports, lifted, maybe both—but not like a gym rat. Effortless.

I swallowed hard.

His hands slid down to his shorts next. He popped the button, then slowly pushed them down over his hips, taking his time. They dropped to his ankles, and he stepped out of them without breaking eye contact.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

So it bounced forth—his cock, already thick and hard, hanging heavy between his thighs. Uncut. Veins along the shaft. His balls hung low, tight and full, framed by a thick patch of dark brown pubes that matched the hair on his chest. Natural, slightly wild, but clean. My eyes locked on it. My mouth might’ve dropped. I couldn’t help it.

He grinned, cock twitching. “Your turn.”

My eyes widened. Wow.

“You gonna lie there and stare, or…?” he grinned.

That snapped me out of it.

I sat up, heart pounding, hands trembling just slightly as I reached for the button on my shorts. I undid it slowly, trying not to look too eager, even though my cock was already straining against the fabric—completely hard, and honestly, kind of aching.

I pushed the shorts down over my hips, then off my legs, tossing them somewhere onto the floor. No boxers either—I hadn’t bothered with them that night. I was fully exposed now, and I could feel the air hit me, cool against my flushed skin.

I didn’t dare look at Jake right away, but I could feel his eyes on me.

My cock stood up from my groin, cut, six inches, thick at the base, curving slightly to the left. I hadn’t really thought much about grooming—so my pubes were full and untrimmed, a natural dark brown bush that spread just slightly onto my lower stomach and inner thighs. Not wild, but definitely untouched. I was suddenly glad Jake didn’t seem to groom down there either.

My thighs were lean and pale, lightly toned from swimming, still showing faint tan lines from earlier that day on the beach. My skin felt flushed all over—nervous energy and pure desirel running through me in equal parts.

I looked up, finally meeting Jake’s eyes.

His gaze was dark, hungry.

“Fuck,” he said, under his breath. “You’re hot.”

I blushed. I couldn’t help smiling like a moron.

Jake climbed over me, skin on skin, the heat of him making me gasp. He leaned in and kissed me—deep, confident, while one of his hands slid down and wrapped around my erection. I moaned, embarrassingly loud.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

“You’re so sensitive,” he almost whispered, stroking slow and firm. “This your first time getting touched by someone else?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Cute.” He kissed my neck, then my chest, then moved lower.

He didn’t tease. His mouth wrapped around my dick in one smooth motion, and my hips jolted up without meaning to. I gasped, fingers clenching the sheets. His tongue worked with practiced rhythm, wet, warm, and just a little sloppy.

“Oh my god—Jake—”

“Mmhm,” he hummed around me, not stopping.

I wasn’t gonna last. I tried. I really tried.

Jake’s grip around my cock tightened, stroking me slow but firm, letting me feel every inch. His tongue moved lower, warm and wet, lapping gently at my balls. I gasped, thighs twitching at the sensation. No one had ever touched me like this before—hell, no one had ever touched me at all—and now here he was, mouth buried between my legs, making me feel like I was losing my mind.

“Holy shit—Jake—” I moaned, my voice cracking halfway through.

He pulled back just long enough to smirk up at me. “Yeah? You like that?”

I could barely nod.

He licked a long stripe up my shaft, circling the tip with the flat of his tongue, then slid his mouth down over it again. Wet, warm, slow at first—but then faster. He set a rhythm, bobbing up and down, his lips tight, his hand gripping the base, jerking in sync with every motion. His other hand gently cupped my balls, rolling them, teasing.

My hips jerked helplessly.

“I—I’m gonna—fuck, I’m—”

But he didn’t stop. If anything, he went deeper, faster, his throat tightening around me with each stroke. I cried out, my whole body tensing like a live wire, my hands flying to his shoulders as the pressure snapped—

And then I orgasmed.

Hard.

It hit me like a wave—spine arching, toes curling, everything clenching as I spilled the biggest load in my life into his mouth with a choked gasp. My first time finishing in someone else, and it felt like my entire body let go at once. I saw stars. My breath caught in my throat. I think I moaned his name, but I couldn’t even hear it over the pounding in my ears.

Jake didn’t pull away, swallowing every drop, slow and steady until my body stopped twitching. Then he pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark.

“Not bad for a first round,” he said. “Think you’ve got another in you?”

I nodded, still breathless. “Yeah. Definitely.”

He reached for the nightstand. “Good. Because I want to feel what this cute little virgin ass is like.”