21. Joaquín
Chapter 21
Joaquín
T he Halloween party is an overwhelming spectacle of bodies grinding and hands wandering, fueled by excessive alcohol and the pungent aroma of weed, and all I do is sit and wait for Gabriela to show up. Adjusting the mask on my face, I sit at the back of the room with Nate and Thiago. We’re all wearing the same outfit, all black clothing. The only thing that differs is our masks. I have on a half-skull balaclava, Nate wears one with a clown smile, and Thiago’s is completely black.
I feel a shoulder nudge me, drawing my attention to the steps that lead to the big room we’re all partying in. Cora, Nat, and Gabriela make their way down the steps, and I am awestruck by my girl. Gabriela has on a sexy little witch’s costume, skintight and showing off her tits. It’s so short that if she bends over, her ass and pussy are just on display for everyone to see. That pisses me off; nobody but me should get to see her like this.
“I think it’s time I taught my brujita a lesson on what's appropriate to wear out in public.” I shout over the pulsing music.
“Oh, fuck yeah. What’s the plan?” Nate rubs his hands together. His interest in Gabriela hasn’t gone unnoticed by me, but I hope it’s just in solidarity because he’s my friend. I would beat the shit out of him in a heartbeat if he ever touched her.
Cora and Nat give Gabriela a hug and make their way towards the bathrooms. She’s left standing there by herself, and I can feel all the eyes that are on her. “We’re gonna chase her and scare her a little bit. Same rules as always. Only I touch her. Got it.”
“You know I won’t.” Thiago lets out a breath of frustration. “I’m down for the chase though.”
“Come on, man.” Nate whines. “Every fucking time!”
“You can fuck off then.” I snap back at Nate. “She’s mine.”
“Alright, Alright. I won’t touch her. Fuck. How are we doing this?” He adjusts his mask on his face.
“We’ll chase her around the main floor and outside, but I want to get her upstairs.” I look at them, then back to her. “Spread out and we’ll box her in, so she has to run upstairs.”
“Got it.” They say it in unison.
Let the game begin. Tu rey viene por ti, Reina. (Your king is coming for you, my queen)
Bodies push into me as I cross the crowded dance floor, walking toward Gabriela, who hasn’t moved from her spot on the stairs. Mi Reina is smiling, enjoying herself even, and is the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I pan the room and see that the guys are already in place when I break through the crowd and make my way up the steps before her. Her eyes shift to the sides, taking in the three of us closing in on her. “No,” she mouths before turning around and running.
We follow her out, splitting up, chasing her through the kitchen and dining room and into the backyard. Gabriela’s screams fill the night air as she darts between trees and dodges obstacles. She is scared, and I’m eating it up.
I pursue her relentlessly, my heart pounding with each stride I make. The burning feeling of excitement and possessiveness coursing through me. Each step brings me closer to her, fueling my need to catch her. Nate and Thiago flank me, their presence a reminder that Gabriela is mine, and mine alone.
Somehow we approach the back entrance again, and we’re back to where we started. I see Gabriela’s figure disappearing into the darkness of the house. We quicken our pace, eager to corner her. The pulsing music and muffled chatter from the party fade into the background as the adrenaline takes over.
Inside the house, the atmosphere is electric. Costumed figures dance and mingle, oblivious to the chase taking place. We navigate through the throng, my eyes fixed on the tantalizing glimpse of Gabriela’s witch costume ahead of me.
As we reach the staircase, Gabriela glances behind her at us, knowing we’re closing in on her. The game is in full swing, and the stakes are rising. With a burst of energy, Gabriela sprints up the stairs, her voice booming as she tells partygoers to get out of her way. We follow closely behind, our footsteps echoing hers. The anticipation inside me builds as we corner her, our masks concealing our identities.
Gabriela’s eyes widen with fear as we close in on her. She tries to evade us, but our synchronized movements cut off her escape routes. The thrill of the chase intensifies as we trap her, boxing her into a corner.
Breathing heavily, Gabriela looks at us, her gaze filled with fright. She wants to escape. I step forward, my voice low and husky. “Gotcha, Gabriela,” I whisper, my words laced with the desire that is flowing through me. The game has reached its climax, and now it’s time to play a different game.
“Finally, it’s time to tag team the school slut.” Nate moves closer to her, and his hand raises, reaching out to cup her tit. I grab his wrist before he touches her.
“Back the fuck off.” I growl, pulling him away from her.
“I’m out. I’ll catch you guys later.” Thiago throws up his hand and backs off. “I was cool with a chase, but nothing else.”
“You’re good.” I pat him on the shoulder as he walks past, heading for the stairs. I turn back to Nate. “Go.”
“Fuck this, dude. I’ll bet she’s a shitty lay.” He takes off after Thiago, pissed off and cursing up a storm.
I turn back to Gabriela, and she levels her gaze with mine. “Joaquín.” I give her a raised eyebrow, and Gabriela’s lips curl into a playful smile as she surrenders to me, her eyes shining with the same lust I have. The overwhelming chaos of the party fades away, leaving only the two of us locked in a staring contest. Not wanting to wait any longer, I grab her by the hand and start checking bedrooms. Finding an empty one and pulling her inside, locking the door behind us.
“Joaquín, we can’t.” She mumbles as I push her down onto the comforter, but she doesn’t try to get up.
I flick the light off and pull my mask off, tossing it on the end of the bed. “I’m not going to fuck you, Gabriela. Not right now, but soon.” I climb onto the bed, settling myself in between her spread thighs. “Feels like you want me to, though.” My hands run up her tight, covered thighs to her center, making her moan. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
I smirk, drinking in the power I have over Gabriela. Her moans only send my desire to push this further over the edge. While leaning down, my lips hover over hers, teasing her with the promise of a kiss. “I have a different kind of torture that I want to try out.” I don’t kiss her lips, and instead I trail kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and the tops of her tits.
God, she’s so fucking perfect.
Her breath hitches, and I can feel the tension building between us. I continue to tease her, my fingers tracing circles on the fabric covering her core. She’s so wet that she’s soaking through her thong. I want to taste her, to feel her beneath me, but I won’t rush this. Not yet. “Did you wear this sexy little costume just for me, mi brujita?”
“Tenía que llamar tu atención de alguna manera. (I had to get your attention somehow.)”
I’m fucked. I know it and so does she.
I move my hand beneath her skirt, feeling the dampness through her thong. She arches her back, silently begging me for more. My fingers apply gentle pressure, eliciting the softest whimper from her. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. “You’re mine, Gabriela. Every single inch of you. That day in the hallway in high school when I held you to me and you felt how hard I was. You were fucking mine then. The way you’ve never entertained the idea of dating any guy, tells me you want me too. I hate how much I crave you, how I see nobody but you.”
I continue to tease her, my fingers dancing along the entrance of her pussy, driving her wild with need. I can feel her growing wetter, her body responding to my touch. But I won’t give in just yet. I want to push her to the edge and make her beg for release.
I whisper seductively as my lips find the swell of her breasts, peppering them with fervent kisses. “Tell me you want me, Gabriela. Tell me how badly you need me.”
Her breath catches, and she whispers. “Fuck, I want you so bad, Joaquín. I need you.”
Satisfied with her response, I grip the fabric of her tights, ripping them, and push her thong to the side, exposing her dripping wet pussy to me in the soft moonlight. I lie down, positioning myself between her legs, my cock screaming at me for release. But instead of giving in to temptation and burying myself inside her, I lower myself to her core, spreading her wide, and my tongue flicks against her clit, my fingers tease at her entrance. I’ve never tasted anything like Gabriela, and I knew I was down bad for her before. But now I don’t know what I’m going to do to ensure I can eat her whenever I want. It’s a fucking need now.
“Oh fuck, Joaquín... don’t stop." Her fingers tangle in my mess of curls, gripping tightly, making me groan, a deep one that vibrates against her clit. “P-please,” she bucks against my tongue as it swirls, and I suck on her clit until she holds my face to her pussy begging me for more.
Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of the party outside. I devour her, spreading her wide and taking her to the edge and back, savoring the taste and feel of her. She writhes beneath me, one hand in my hair and the other hand gripping the sheets as she gets close to coming. Gabriela is my new favorite thing to eat—one taste of her, and now I’m a mother fucking fiend.
But just as she’s on the precipice of her orgasm, I pull away, denying her the release she desperately wants. She whines with frustration and desire. “Please, Joaquín,” she begs, her voice desperate. “I need you, please, please .”
Fuck, do I love hearing her beg.
I smirk; my own need is now becoming unbearable, but I won’t be fucking her here in this stranger's bedroom. “Patience, Gabriela. What is it you want? My tongue?” With that, I resume my exploration, eager to push her further and make her mine in every sense of the word. I pull back, making her groan. “My fingers?” Easing my middle and ring finger inside her, I stroke her front wall as my thumb circles her clit. “Or my cum.”
“I need to come, Quín. Please.” I love the way my nickname sounds coming from her whimpering lips; hearing it for the rest of my life would be absolute bliss. I feel her tense up again, so I withdraw my fingers, soaked with her arousal. “Your pussy cries so pretty for me, Gabriela. Open your mouth up and suck my fingers clean, but don’t swallow.” Her warm lips close over my fingers, and she sucks herself off, teasing each one of them as she does. I’m so close to coming—I’m nervous that I’ll finish in my pants. The feeling of her hot mouth on my skin is making me lose all sense of control. Pulling her off the bed, I hit the light switch so I can watch the next part of what I’m about to do to her.
“Get on your knees, Gabriela. Don’t swallow, do you understand?” She nods her head and drops to her knees for me. I undo my pants and pull out my painfully hard cock, and I’m only a few strokes away from coming all over her. On her knees in front of me, she silently cries—hot tears run down her face, smearing her eye makeup. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me.” I croon, fisting my cock, stroking fast, bringing myself to that edge.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, fisting my cock while looking down at the girl who has been in every wet dream I’ve ever had. Gabriela Ruiz is on her knees for me. “You still want me? Are you gonna swallow every drop that touches your tongue?” I look down at her. She nods. “ Abre la boca, Gabriela. ”
Her mouth opens, and I fucking lose it at the sight of her waiting tongue. A primal groan erupts from my chest as ropes of my cum hit her tits, throat, and finally, with my last stroke and a grunt, her tongue. “Don’t swallow.” I growl, dropping to my knees. I wrap one hand around her throat, with my other dragging a finger through the cum on her tits. “Swallow. Now. I want to feel you swallow us down.”
Gabriela does as she’s told and swallows our combined release. I felt the reflex against my hand, and I let out a satisfied groan and turned my attention back to her cum-covered tits. Like a fucking possessive child, I write “Quín” with my cum over them. “Now, when you leave this room, everyone will know that you're mine.”
“I can’t.” She narrows her eyes at me to see if I’m serious. “I have to get cleaned up.”
“The fuck you will. You’re going to walk out of this room covered in my cum, letting every mother fucker here know that nobody touches you. That you’re mine. Then you're gonna go home and spend the rest of the night with your sister.” I rise to my feet and tuck myself back into my pants. Then I hold out my hand to her. She smacks my hand away.
“You’re still such a fucking asshole.” Shaking her head in disbelief.
“Never said I wasn’t one.” I grab my mask off the end of the bed. “Go home, Gabriela.” I grab her by the throat, pulling her mouth to mine, and kiss her, hard. “I’m going home too, in case you’ve got it in your head that I’m gonna go fuck someone else. I’m not. I’ll see you in class on Monday.” Letting go of her, I unlock the door, step out, and make my way back downstairs. I feel like an asshole for not letting her come.
Next time. Because I know there is going to be a next time now that all I’m going to think about is the way my sweet Gabriela tastes on my tongue.