Chapter 1: An Unexpected Welcome
The humid afternoon clung to Chavo’s skin as he stood at the doorstep of Paty’s house, his heart thumping louder than the reggaeton blasting from a nearby car. He’d been dreaming of this moment for weeks—finally invited over by his crush, the fiery and untamable Paty. Adjusting his shirt, he knocked, expecting her sly smile to greet him. Instead, the door creaked open to reveal Gloria, Paty’s aunt, wrapped in a thin silk robe that barely concealed the curves beneath. Her dark eyes scanned him head to toe, a predatory smirk curling her lips.
“Well, damn, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Gloria purred, leaning against the doorframe, her robe slipping just enough to hint at the bare skin underneath. “Paty didn’t tell me she was bringing home such a snack. I’m Gloria, darling. And you must be Chavo.”
Chavo swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to keep his gaze on her face. “Uh, yeah, that’s me. Is Paty around?”
Gloria chuckled, low and throaty, stepping aside to let him in. “She’s in the shower, prettying herself up for you, I bet. Shaving every little inch, if you catch my drift. Why don’t you come in and keep me company while we wait? I don’t bite… unless you ask nicely.”
He hesitated, but the heat in her stare pulled him over the threshold. The living room smelled of jasmine and something intoxicatingly musky. Gloria sauntered ahead, her hips swaying with purpose, the robe teasing glimpses of her toned thighs. She plopped onto the couch, patting the spot next to her. “Sit, handsome. Tell me, what’s a guy like you doing chasing after my niece when there’s a whole woman right here?”
Chavo laughed nervously, sitting down but keeping a safe distance. “Paty’s… well, she’s amazing. Smart, funny, doesn’t take crap from anyone. I’ve been into her for a while.”
Gloria arched a brow, scooting closer, her knee brushing his. “Oh, I don’t take crap either, mijo. And I’ve got tricks Paty’s still years from learning. You ever been with a woman who knows exactly what she wants?” Her voice dropped, dripping with promise. “I see that look in your eyes. You’re curious.”
Before he could stammer a response, the bathroom door down the hall swung open, and Paty emerged, wrapped in a towel, her wet hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes lit up when she saw Chavo, but narrowed playfully at Gloria. “Tía, are you seriously hitting on my guy already? Back off, I called dibs.”
Gloria smirked, unfazed. “Just warming him up for you, mija. But I’m not opposed to sharing if he’s game. What do you say, Chavo? Two strong women, one lucky bastard. Think you can handle us?”
Paty strutted over, dropping onto the couch on Chavo’s other side, her towel slipping just enough to reveal the smooth, freshly shaved skin of her thigh. “Oh, he can handle it. Can’t you, Chavo? I’ve been thinking about this all day—getting you alone, feeling you get hard just for me.” Her hand grazed his leg, sending a jolt straight to his core.
Chavo’s breath hitched, caught between the two women, their combined heat making him dizzy. Gloria’s fingers traced his jaw, tilting his face toward her. “Look at him, Paty. He’s already sweating. Bet he’s horny as hell right now.”
Paty grinned, her hand sliding higher. “Mmm, I can tell. He’s practically panting. Let’s see how wet I can get before we even start.”
Their words, their touches, were unraveling him. Gloria’s robe fell open further, revealing more of her bare skin, while Paty’s towel was barely holding on. Chavo felt himself hardening, trapped in the best kind of danger. As Paty leaned in, her lips brushing his ear, whispering, “I want to feel your cock so bad,” and Gloria’s hand dipped lower, he knew there was no turning back. The air was thick with lust, and they were seconds away from tearing into each other—raw, wild, and unapologetic.
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