Author's Note: Another reader recommended that one of my other recent stories would be better categorized under non-consent/reluctance due to its subject material. As a trigger warning, this stories does not contain any non-consensual sex, but there are numerous references to non-consensual and reluctant sexual contact. If you are uncomfortable with reading anything dealing with that subject, please skip this story. Thanks.
All characters are at least 18 years old.
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There are few things more embarrassing than sucking your boyfriend's dick in the backseat of a car being driven by his older brother with his older brother's friend sitting in the front passenger seat while your boyfriend's friend sits on the other side of you trying to grope you. But there I was, rolling along some rural road with my mouth stuffed with Diego's meat while drool ran down my chin. His brother Javier had his arm out the window with his elbow resting on the door and was drumming his fingers on the roof in time with Vato by Snoop Dogg which was blaring from the car's speakers. He was talking to his friend Pablo about something, but their voices were too low for me to hear. Pablo didn't seem all that interested in whatever they were talking about because he kept turning his head to steal glances over his shoulder at what I was doing. Diego's friend Enrique had dipped his hand into the back of my dress and was rubbing my back and plucking at the clasp of my bra.
Meanwhile, Diego had his fingers laced through my hair, and every so often, he'd push my head down and make me gag. He rarely did that when we were alone, so I could only assume he was doing it to amuse our audience. As it was, we'd been having an audience far too often lately. If it wasn't a blowjob in his brother's car, it was Diego bending me over the back of the living room couch next to his friends while they were watching a movie. He never seemed to want to show me off when it was just his brother around. Probably because his brother never seemed to show much interest.
Javier had his own girlfriend. A scary woman named Rita who had a tattoo of a crown on her neck. She always wore dark makeup that was badly applied and made her look a racoon, but I'm sure no one ever dared say it to her face. She was quick to anger and wouldn't hesitate to put her hands on anyone who crossed her. Diego and I had been with her and Javier at the food court at the mall one evening when another woman on the other side of the food court made the mistake of making eye contact with her. The two of them traded insults until a knife materialized in Rita's hand from out of nowhere. Javier practically snatched Rita up by the collar and dragged her away while shouting at her that she was embarrassing him.
As scary as Rita was, she was always completely deferential to Javier and almost seemed to cower before him. So did Diego and his friends. And Javier's friends. And pretty much anyone who came into his presence. It seemed like I was the only one who didn't find him particularly scary. Maybe it was because he always seemed a little protective of me. As much as Diego always tried to show me off, Javier would be the one to discourage it. He'd never outright stop it. But he'd keep things from getting out of control. Sometimes, I felt like he was the only thing standing in the way of Diego letting Pablo and Enrique hold me down and take turns on me.
So why the fuck was I even with a piece of shit like Diego? Because I was a young, dumb bitch who was going through a bad boy phase.
I'd met him at a party a few months ago, and there was no mistaking that he was bad news. The way he walked. The way he was dressed. The way he held his head when he talked. Everything about him screamed "fuck with me at your own risk." Everyone at the party parted before him like he was Moses parting the Red Sea. I only realized I'd been staring at him when my friend elbowed me and said that if I eye-fucked him any harder, I was going to make him cum.
He didn't cum, but he did come over. He wedged himself between us and introduced himself to both of us but seemed to take an immediate interest in my friend. Of course, this made me simmer with quiet jealousy. And even though she knew I was interested in him, she sat there giggling about everything he said like she was braindead.
When I'd finally had enough and got up to get a drink, he sprang to his feet and followed on my heels. He put a hand on the small of my back and leaned in close to my ear. "Gracias," he said.
"What for?" I said without turning around.
"For getting me out of there. Your friend is kind of desperate."
I momentarily bit my lips to try to keep from smiling as we entered the kitchen. "It seemed like you two were really hitting it off."
"Nah, I only came over to talk to you."
I ignored him and bent over to flip open a cooler. As I reached for a bottle of Corona, I felt him press up against my ass. "Umm...getting ahead of yourself aren't you?" I said as I stood back upright.
"I don't see it that way," he said, leaning in closer.
"No? How do you see it?"
He put a hand on my upper arm. His grip was strong, but his skin was soft. My spine tingled as he ran it down my arm until his hand was wrapped around mine as I held the Corona bottle
"What do I see? I see you. I see your beauty. I see the passion in your eyes. I see the fire in your soul." He pushed his fingers between mine and pried the bottle from my hands. He lifted it to his chest and tucked the top of it into his shirt, gave it a jerk, and popped off the cap. I'd never seen anyone do that and couldn't help but be impressed. He lifted the bottle to my lips. As I leaned in to take a drink, he pulled it away. "Aht, aht, aht. You can't just put it in your mouth. You have to use your tongue first."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "Use my tongue?"
"Yeah, that's how I like it."
I rolled my eyes and commanded my feet to walk away, but my body remained frozen in place. He lifted the bottle and rubbed it against my lips. I refused to participate in his little sex game, but his smoldering brown eyes were burning into me, commanding me. Demanding.
It started with a quick flick of the tip of my tongue.
"Yeah, that's it. More." He was speaking low, but I could still somehow hear it over the noise of the party.
I extended my tongue and ran it around the rim of the bottle. As I did, he rubbed the bottle back against it and pressed it between my lips. I closed my eyes and tipped my head back as I allowed him to pour the alcohol into my mouth. The normally bitter taste was almost like juice from the sweetest fruit.
"Good girls swallow," I heard him say.
I didn't
swallow
but couldn't help smiling. I swished it around in my mouth before swallowing it. When I opened my eyes, he was grinning at me. He pulled the bottle toward his mouth and took a long drink from it. Before swallowing, he leaned toward me, causing me to lean away. He continued leaning in, his face angled toward my neck. As he reached it, he opened his mouth and immediately placed it on my skin as the alcohol ran down my neck and into my blouse. I let out a shriek and lifted my arms to shove him away. But instead of doing that, my hands went to the back of his head and pulled it tighter against me. His tongue lapped at the spilt alcohol as his hands came up the front of my body. Before I knew it, I could feel him unbuttoning my blouse from the bottom. This was enough for me to move my hands from his head. I placed them on his wrists, but he quickly pulled them free. He took a step forward and pushed against my body which caused me to stumble and take a step back. He took another, and then another, moving me until we were at the far side of the kitchen.
He rotated his hands and grabbed my wrists before lifting them above my head and putting my hands together. Once they were there, he shifted his hands so that he was holding both of my wrists with one hand and slid the other hand back to the bottom of my blouse. His mouth returned to my neck, and his fingers returned to my buttons. I made a half-hearted attempt to pull my hands free which only made him tighten his grip. It was fairly dark where we were standing, and it was unlikely anyone was watching us, so I stopped struggling. I was surprised with the dexterity of his fingers. Within seconds, he had my blouse half open. Once again, I tried to pull my hands free. Instead of tightening his grip, he slipped his free hand inside the opening in my blouse and grabbed my breast over my bra. I let out another shriek which was quieted when he gently bit into my neck. The air sailed out of my lungs, cutting off my scream. Seeming to take my sudden silence as encouragement, he yanked down the bra cup and palmed my bare flesh.
This was completely out of hand. Once again, I made an effort to pull my hands free, this time putting real effort into it. Diego finally released my hands, and I used one to push his head away and the other to push his hand out from beneath my blouse. It was only then that I realized I'd been holding my breath. My breathing was coming in quick, raspy puffs. I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead and took a step back. When I did, it felt like I'd stepped into a bucket of jelly, and my leg gave out.
As I started crashing to the floor, Diego's hands came up beneath my arms and caught me. My other leg was losing strength, and I found myself hanging by his arms. Rather than lift me back to my feet, he just held me there, dangling. Gently, he lowered my body. My legs folded beneath me until I was on the floor on my knees. I didn't fully realize I was on the floor until Diego leaned over and kissed the top of my head. He removed his hands from under my arms and moved them to my hair, gently stroking it. Even though I couldn't feel the skin from his hands, I could feel the heat of it through my skull. His touch was gentle and yet firm. The kind of touch that closed my eyes and made me melt into a puddle on the floor. His fingers slid through my hair and along the side of my face. His skin set mine on fire.
And then I felt something else. Something against my forehead. Sliding back and forth between my eyebrows. Something hot. Something hard.
His cock!
My eyes shot open, and sure enough, the hazy image of his shaft was centered at the top of my vision. I instinctively jerked my head back, but Diego grabbed a handful of my hair. His other hand was holding his cock. I tried getting to my feet, but my legs were still out of commission. I tried leaning away, but the more I tried to, the tighter he held on. And then he was pulling me. Pulling me toward it. It stood out menacingly from his hand like an angry snake ready to strike. Closer. Closer. Until I could feel the heat coming off of it. The smell of soap and sweat.
