At seven p.m.
Hot. Yeah, It's hot as a mother fucker. And to make things worse, it feels
like a hundred and four. Nothing moves. Not the curtains. Not a hair on my
head. Nothing except for the sweat that's running down my back. I'm not even
doing anything. Just sitting here on the fire escape trying to catch even a
hint of a breeze. Super said he'd have the AC fixed by morning, but I'm not
holding my breath. No, I'll just sit here quietly melting into a puddle of
perspiration.
It was the same last night. Funny, though, I had no trouble moving then. The
sweat didn't bother me a bit. In fact it facilitated all that bucking and
thrusting and...
Christ, knock it off. My thoughts alone are ratcheting up the heat at least
ten degrees.
But shit, what a night.
He was hornier than I'd ever seen him, and that's saying a whole hell of a
lot.
He walked in at eight. Damp and flushed and...I couldn't believe he was wearing
that jacket. He mentioned something about the heat being outrageous as he
walked in and pushed the door shut behind him, and as I began to explain that
it was the humidity that made it so unbearable, he gave me this 'what the
hell have you been smoking?' look, and he took the jacket off, tossing it
onto the nearest chair. His t-shirt immediately followed, and my cock perked
right up. I asked him how long he could stay, and his answer to me as he
unbuckled his belt was, 'long enough.'"
I began removing my own clothes, and just as I'd tossed the last article
aside, he was on me, licking and sucking at my mouth until I opened it for
him, and then his tongue plunged inside. He was hot everywhere. His skin. His
breath. He kissed me and kissed me until I was dizzy from it. And then he
ripped his mouth away and picked up his belt, draping it around my neck. His
hands slid up the worn leather, closing the two ends until they were held
snugly against my throat, and then he began to move. Pulling me toward the
bedroom.
I was mesmerized. I was aroused beyond reason, and I was so fucking hot.
The sweat ran in rivers down my chest, and he noticed it, because as soon as
we got into the bedroom, he pulled me toward him and started licking the
drops away. Not any gentle, teasing swipes of the tongue, noooo, no. It was
like he was dying of thirst, and I was the first glass of water he'd seen in
weeks.
I shook. Actually shook, I was so turned on. His grip on the belt never
slackened, and the slight discomfort of it did absolutely nothing to dampen
my excitement. In fact, just to make things a bit more interesting, I
struggled a bit, and just like I'd anticipated, he tightened his hold and
jerked me back under his control. Christ, my cock was throbbing so much I
thought the head would blow off. And as if I could take any more, his free
hand slid down to my ass and pulled me in, grinding his own cock against mine
while his teeth sank into my shoulder.
He shuddered with the effort it took not to bite too deeply, and he sucked at
the skin so hard, I was sure some of it would tear away. Finally he released
me and, propelling me backward, we fell together onto the bed, and he lost
his grip on the belt. It fell from around my neck, and he didn't bother to
try and replace it. By then he had better ideas.
Grabbing my wrists, he secured the belt around them, not without a fair
amount of trouble. He was sweaty, I was sweaty, and either his hands or the
belt kept slipping. And it didn't help that I put up a bit of a fight. Not
too much of one, but enough so that he had more trouble than he would have.
He did manage, though, and when he tied the other end to the slats in the
headboard, I knew he'd make me pay for it. God, my cock was screaming.
He climbed off of the bed, and I complained immediately, my body arching
toward him. He ignored my whimpering and pulled my underwear from the inside
of my jeans. Returning to me, he demanded that I open my mouth. I obeyed
without question, and he stuffed the underwear inside. Holy Christ, I was
ready to die. I needed him to fuck me in the worst way, and I would have done
anything...said anything to make it happen. Since I could do neither, I lay
there, squirming and begging him with my eyes.
He told me how fucking amazing I looked and said he'd have to remember to
bring a digital camera and some toys with him the next time.
My cock jumped at the thought, and my hips bucked repeatedly, fucking the
air. He included a video camera in his previous list then reached into my
nightstand drawer and withdrew the lube he knew was there. Quickly slapping
some on his cock, he roughly grasped my hips and pulled me into position. His
fingers bit hard into me, trying to keep a grip on my sweat-slick body, and
I knew that today I'd have some pretty good bruises.
I looked up at his face and into almost black, glittering eyes. They were
so...wild. Beautiful, fierce animal. And no amount of cold water thrown at him
was going to get him off of me.
I felt the head of his cock sliding between my ass cheeks, and before I could
take a steadying breath, he was stabbing into me. Short, brutal thrusts, and
he wouldn't stop until he was completely buried inside me. It hurt, but I
didn't fight the pain. Didn't want to. I sank into its brilliance, wanting to
feel...to take all that he gave and beg for more. Fuck yeah, I wanted more.
And I got it.
The man fucked me hard. I don't know how he kept up that speed or intensity
for as long as he did, but God, it was incredible.
The sweat ran down his face in streams, and one drop hung from the end of his
nose for a while, gathering more moisture until it got too heavy to remain.
It fell, splashing onto my face along with the drops that rained down from
his hair, and these low, sobbing type growls began rolling in his throat as
he found the strength from somewhere to fuck me harder. The bed shook until I
thought the headboard would splinter, and then his position shifted slightly,
and he hit my prostate. That's when all hell broke loose.
I bucked uncontrollably, screaming around my underwear, and he rode it out,
hammering into me in counterpoint. Then, thank you, God, he finally grabbed
my cock and jerked it erratically as he moved, and in a heartbeat, I was
there. Literally blinded by his explosion and mine. I came and I came and
damn, I thought it'd never end. Not that I wanted it to, but...he finally
collapsed on top of me, hot and slick from sweat and semen, and he shuddered
for a minute before going completely still. My legs fell to the mattress, and
he slipped out of me with little more than a soft pop. It was only then that
I truly missed the use of my arms. Not that I would have had the strength to
lift them right then, but I wanted so much to be able to wrap them around him
and hold him to me. The loss of his presence inside me strengthened that
need, and I suppose I started to make some sort of noise, because he lifted
his head and looked down at me.
His eyes were green again; what I could see of them behind those heavy, damp
lashes, and he gave me this little, tired smile and kissed the side of my
mouth before pulling the gag out. He kissed me again, this time full on the
lips as he reached up to free my hands. I winced as I tried to bring them
down to my sides, and he helped me, massaging them gently. I asked him how
long he could stay, and the look on his face gave me my answer. I didn't say
anything more.
We lay there for a little while longer, not a drop of perspiration
evaporating, and he made the suggestion that we have a shower before he went
on his way. He helped me up, and we walked hand in hand into the bathroom. I
turned the water on, and we stepped inside, sighing in unison as the cool
water hit our overheated skin. We washed each other, too drained to bother
teasing, and when we finished, dried off as best we could without working up
another sweat, then he retrieved his clothes. He dressed slowly while I only
pulled on a pair of light underwear, and we walked to the door. He kissed me
softly and answered my question before I could ask it.
"A week. Ten days, tops."
I nodded and lowered my head.
"I'll be able to stay the night," he offered. "Maybe two."
I smiled at him and leaned in for another kiss.
"Just do me a favor and make sure the AC's working, huh?"
I shut the door after watching him walk to the elevator and spent the rest of
the night as I am right now. Alone, hot, and sweating off at least a half a
pound an hour. And thinking.
What the hell had gotten into him? Was it the heat that made him so wild? Sex
with him has always been intense, yeah. Many was the morning I'd awakened
with aches and pains. And God knows it's been hot before.
Must be something about the dew point that makes him crazy. Yeah, if I had to
guess, I'd say it was the humidity.
Wonder if I could manage to break the AC again next week...
It's The Humidity
by Aries
Ninety degrees.
