Chapter 4: The party - Nacho
The night grew darker as the moon hung high overhead, casting a silvery glow over the cityscape of Ibiza. The air was thick with the scent of drugs, alcohol, and sweat, the heavy bass of the music pounding against the windows of the gym bros' rental apartment.
Sara, standing barefoot in the cool grass of the back garden, took another drag on her cigarette. She closed her eyes, feeling the nicotine coursing through her veins and salving her nerves.
She had never felt like this before - free, uninhibited, reckless, and most of all, desirable. It was a strange and exhilarating mix of emotions that she couldn't quite pin down.
As Sara took another drag on her cigarette, she heard the back door of the apartment open and close quietly. She turned around, expecting to see Charly slinking out to join her. Instead, she saw Nacho coming towards her, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a lit joint in the other.
Nacho stopped a few feet away from her and took a hit off the joint, then held it out to her.
"Wanna join me?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Sara hesitated for just a second before nodding and taking the joint from his hand. She inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill her lungs, then exhaled in a long, slow plume.
Nacho watched her, his dark eyes glittering in the dim light.
"You're fucking beautiful," he said suddenly, and Sara felt a thrill run through her at the words.
They were what she wanted to hear, what she needed to hear. She took another sip of her drink, feeling the alcohol coursing through her veins as she looked at him, her eyes heavy with desire. "You're fucking beautiful," he said again, and this time she could see the lust in his gaze.
Her heart raced as he stepped closer to her, closing the gap between them. He reached out and brushed a tendril of hair from her face, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"I've been watching you all night, and I feel like you're something special." he confessed, his voice low and seductive.
Nacho reached out and traced his finger along the curve of her jawline, his touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her body. She closed her eyes, feeling the weight of their desire building.
"I want you," he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.
Sara couldn't help but feel a strange rush of attitude as she stared at Nacho, "Well, if that's the case, you're going to have to prove it."
His eyes flickered with surprise as he took a step closer to her, brushing his hand against her upper arms, sending a shiver down her spine.
"I can do that," he said, his voice still husky, but with a note of challenge in it now. "I'm sure I can make you cum like you've never done it before, but you'll have to play a game with me." Nacho spoke with a mischievous smirk on his face.
"What kind of game are we playing?" Sara asked, a naughty smile spreading across her own face.
"It's simple," Nacho replied, taking Sara's hand and leading her to the wooden table. "I'm going to eat your pussy. We'll do it here, on the table, anyone on the apartment that looks towards here will be able to see you from the back, including your boyfriend. The game is that you'll have to keep drinking until you cum, so you better be quick or you'll get reeeally hammered. Also, you'll have to act like you're just sitting here and not having one of the best orgasms of your life. Are you up for it?" Nacho asked with a raised eyebrow.
Sara's heart raced at the thought. The excitement of being watched while having an orgasm, combined with the challenge of doing it silently, was almost too much to resist.
"Alright, I'll play," Sara replied with a coy smile. "And you don't want anything in return?"
Nacho let out a low chuckle. "Not really needed, watching a gorgeous woman squirm and cum with me between her legs is enough reward. But if at another point of the night you feel like returning the favor, I won't say no to you Sara" Nacho said with a wicked grin, and Sara couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought of serving him later on.
They settled at the wooden table, with Nacho's legs on either side of Sara's, his hands on her knees pulling them apart wider, revealing the wetness that was already seeping from her pussy. He brought his face close to her, taking in the scent of her arousal, a knowing grin stolen across his lips before he dove in to lick and eat her.
Sara's started drinking as told, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling of his tongue dancing against her most intimate parts. Nacho's fingers trailed up her thighs, finding her already soaked core, and he used them to guide her body into a rhythm, thrusting his hot mouth against her clit in perfect sync.
Her hand gripped tightly onto the sides of the table, nails digging painfully into the wood, her hips bucking up involuntarily towards his hot mouth, wanting more, needing more, as she kept sipping from her glass.
The liquor coursed through her veins, making her even more aware of every sensation running through her body as his tongue flicked against her clit.
Sara's movements became erratic as the climax approached, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts as she tried to fight against it, to wait just a little longer so Charly wouldn't suspect anything. But the pleasure was too overwhelming, Sara's passion was too great, and as Nacho's thumb found her hard clit, her orgasm erupted, causing her whole body to shake. As per the rules of the game, she had to try to keep completely still, and that only made it even stronger.
Nacho's tongue swirled around her pulsating clit, his stubble grazing against her soft mound, inciting a small yelp of surprise and pleasure to escape from Sara. She took another sip of her drink, trying to focus on anything but the intoxicating sensations Nacho's expert tongue and fingers created inside her.
"D-don't stop," she whispered urgently through gritted teeth, and Nacho responded by reaching up and grabbing onto Sara's hips, pulling her even closer.
She felt her body trembling with anticipation and desire as he continued to lick, kiss and nibble at her throbbing clit, each flick sending waves of pleasure crashing through her like a vicious storm. Nacho's agile tongue swirled around her sensitive button, tasting her sweet nectar and swirling it back into her throbbing pussy. Sara's hips arched up off the table, and she couldn't help but let out a soft, guttural moan.
"Shh, careful. You don't want anyone hearing you," Nacho whispered, as his tongue explored her clit, tasting her juices and feeling her desperate writhing movements.
He ran his fingers up and down her slick pussy lips, feeling her wetness and heat, before parting them and delving into her with his tongue. Sara's legs shook as she tried to keep still, the liquor making her head spin and the pleasure coursing through her veins like an electric shock.
Nacho's tongue pressed deeper into her, exploring every inch of her pussy walls as his fingers flicked and pinched at her clit. She couldn't help but let out a soft gasp, her hips bucking up toward his mouth as another wave of pleasure crashed through her body.
"Oh fuck," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Nacho looked up at her, a wicked grin on his face as he continued to eat her pussy, his fingers working her clit in slow, deliberate circles.
"Fuck yeah, you're close," he said, his voice barely audible. "Let go, baby. I want to feel your pussy cum all over my face."
Sara closed her eyes, the pleasure building inside her like a tidal wave. She couldn't help it - the thought of being watched, the thrill of the taboo, and the skill of Nacho's tongue were all too much to bear. Her orgasm hit her suddenly, sending shockwaves through her entire body.
Her back arched and her mouth opened wide, but Sara stifled her scream of pleasure with a hand over her mouth. Nacho's fingers continued their relentless assault on her clit, pushing her through the waves of ecstasy that tore through her.
Nacho looked up at her, his lips glistening with Sara's juices, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. He stood up, still holding Sara's hips, and he kissed her passionately, his tongue exploring and tasting every inch of her mouth.
Sara's body reacted instantly, and she wrapped her arms around Nacho's neck, pulling him closer to her. She could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his muscles, and the tension in his kiss.
Nacho broke the kiss, and they both looked at each other, their eyes reflecting the same desire. He whispered in her ear, "I knew you'd like it, babe. Now, let's finish smoking this joint and let's go back to the party." Nacho's teasing voice pulled Sara out of her trance. She looked at him, her eyes heavy with desire, and smiled weakly. He took her hand and guided her back toward the apartment, still holding onto that sweet joint.
As they walked, Nacho whispered suggestively in her ear, "You'll return the favor later, right babe?" He winked as Sara felt a rush of excitement and anticipation build inside her. She nodded, trying to catch her breath, the liquor and adrenaline from their illicit escapade making her head spin.
They returned to the party, finding Charly, Pablo and the rest of the group still gathered in the living room. The sounds of laughter and music filled the room as the group continued to drink and smoke, completely oblivious to what had just transpired in the backyard.