Surprise Monogamy
All kinds of expensive ductwork was put into the house before we moved in. All for perfect multi-zonal climate control, because fuck if Brian was going to deal with something as primitive as window kickers. But despite all that, the timed perfection of perfectly cooled air in the summer, I'm still sweating like a fat lady outside in July. Brian's making me work, today. I can't say that I really mind, though, since the feel of his tongue gathering salt off my skin is just incredible. And he gathers it from everywhere, from the space between my shoulder blades, from the backs of my knees, from my belly, ruthlessly and mindlessly shoving the coffee table when it gets in his way. I'm fighting to get it back, too, the salt, leaving his skin pinked and wet in my wake, occasionally trying to steal it directly from his mouth. That fight doesn't last long, though, with one or the other of us breaking away and heading towards an ear or down a neck.
How long this has been going on, I don't know, but I do know that every fucking time I reach out for his need or my own, to move this along, my hands get slapped away. It's enough to make anyone frustrated. This time's no different.
"God dammit!" My hands are being pinned down again, held fast so they can't get anywhere, though they're trying like hell. And I'm hearing the most evil little snicker come out of his amazing mouth. He smothers it against my thigh. It makes me so hard that I'm afraid I'm going to pop, right there, in a huge, messy explosion. "I was going to jack you off!"
"I know." His voice, God, his voice. It slides across my skin physically, palms me in all the right places and makes me squirm. Makes me beg without uttering a single word. Makes me work for everything he lets me feel, every sensation. I love the hot and dirty fucks like this. It'll be good.
"Let me touch myself, then, you jackass! I'm so hard I hurt. Brian!" We've got the cutest pet names for each other, I think. A moment later, I've forgotten what I was yelling about, because he's filled his mouth with me and is drawing me along, making my body bow into arches, taut in the very physical tide of pleasure. I'm a weird combination of loose and tight, my legs and knees suddenly boneless and easily moved aside and the rest of me pulling inward and squeezing a very soft and breathy "...Oh!" from my lungs.
The bastard won't let me climax yet, though I'm dying to. I want to so badly. But his mouth and tongue's enough to blunt the very edge of my want, so when he pulls away I'm able to just go limp. I know what he's reaching for and can wait for it. So long as he isn't all day about it. I think he knows, too, because I can hear a cellophane crinkle that's been a part of the whole sex experience for me since my very first time.
What's new is the pause and the fact that instead of ripping the package open and sliding the condom on, he's teasing me with it. Running it along my legs, flicking it across sensitive skin and soothing it better with his lips when I inhaled a hiss of protest. The damned wrapper was almost too painful. The hiss, though, let him know he had my attention.
"Oh, Sunshine?" I know what that tone meant. It meant he wanted to play. It made me exhale hard and throw an arm over my eyes. Why now? "When's the last time you were tested?"
"Tested. Like ... STD's?" In my defense, all the blood in my body was making my dick threaten to explode. There was none left for my brain. "Uh.. fuck. Fuckfuck... Three weeks? You went and got tested the same time. ...Why?"
"And when's the last time you fucked someone other than me?" His eyes were sharp, pinned to mine, since I propped myself up on elbows to look down at him. Sharp and plotting. A sharper grin was being smothered against my thigh again.
I licked my lip with the tip of my tongue while I thought. The grin turned into wet, open mouthed kisses and it was a little distracting. "God, I just want you in me... uh. It's.. wow. Eight months. Yeah, about that. Like ... five weeks before you showed up."
"It's been seven months for me." His voice was slick and seductive and incredibly pleased with himself. I was too busy tipping my cheek against his voice to realize exactly what he was saying. But when I got it, it made me sit completely upright and stare hard at the smug smile settled in eyes and lips and his whole damned body. Every inch of him was smug.
"..Holy fuck." The sheer idea of it, the utter impossibility of it, just turned me on like nobody's business. I think I actually shook with it, but everything was sort of fuzzy. He batted me on the nose with the still wrapped condom. "Holy fuck..." A moment later he had it unwrapped and was actually blowing up the damned thing. When he let it go, it flew around the room and I watched it, laughing. Naturally, he pounced then, shoving me back down and hauling my legs up to make space for him. The feel of him and the lube and just him, no latex, nothing but him him him up inside me was an incredible mind fuck. An incredible fuck period. Neither of us would last long, not this time, but it was .. it was ... amazing. "Ohgod ohgod ohgod..." I was clawing at his back with my fingers and toes and even my teeth, trying to dig in and he was holding tight, pounding me into the floor like he had no control. I don't think either of us did, writhing against each other with almost no technique, my back sticking to the wood floor.
I felt like a firework going off. Bright lights and loud bangs and heat, heat, and I'm sure I shouted at the end, but I couldn't hear myself.
The aftermath left me with a deep and satisfying tingle in all my limbs along with a bone weary pleasant exhaustion. Brian lay atop me with his lips against my neck and I just smiled, absolutely blissed out over the really odd feeling of .. of, well, Brian dripping out of me. It was sort of gross, but in a really .. really amazing way.
"Sunshine, you need to clear your schedule for the next couple of days." The words were slurred against my throat. Felt good. But then, at this moment, if the house fell down around us, it'd feel good. Anything'd feel good.
"Fuckfest weekend?" Forgive me my enthusiasm over the idea.
"Oh yeah."
"We've got a lot of condoms."
"...we'll donate them to Goodwill." I was laughing at that and shoving at his shoulder, rolling the both of us over to begin again. Amazing.
