Chapter 152: Grass Stains
"Sex is emotion in motion." – Mae West
"A chair is a very difficult object. A skyscraper is almost easier. That is why Chippendale is famous." – Ludwig Mies van der Rohe
"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars." – Walt Whitman
"Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so called scientific knowledge." – Thomas Edison
"Play with each other. Play with yourselves. Just don't play with the squirrels, they bite." – Unknown
She looked down at him seductively. She surveyed him from her station above him, from head to toe.
She met his eyes, and a shared heat and longing assailed her. She could visibly see his breath was coming out faster than normal as her eyes rove over his form.
"Syd…" he said quietly, but he didn't get any more words out. She dove suddenly, landing in his lap. He let out a low grunt as she landed, but her mouth on his, sucking on his lips and tongue, tangling and dueling made the impact disappear altogether.
She started a rocking rhythm the moment her lips descended on his, her hips rolling against him, bringing his semi-hard cock to full erectness in a matter of seconds.
He threaded his hand in her hair, pulling her down on his mouth just as hard as she was assailing his. They parted briefly to breathe, both huffing at the lack of oxygen.
She smiled and stepped up her rocking; the chair edging dangerously on collapse, but neither seemed to notice. She dove for his mouth again, her hands framing his face as she lashed against his teeth and took his lip into her mouth, sucking roughly.
His eyebrows arched at her aggressiveness and she smiled naughtily, "You made me so fucking horny," she breathed.
His cock swelled at her remark, becoming painfully encased in his over-tight jeans.
The chair creaked and rocked as she continued her movements over his confined cock, and finally, with a sharp snap, it collapsed, sending both of them to the ground with a jumble of limbs and assorted curses.
Vaughn landed hard on his back, Sydney's weight pressed against him. He let out a grunt, followed by a low moan as his muscles reeled from the impact.
Sydney stopped, "Vaughn…are you ok?" she asked worriedly, searching his face for indication of injury.
"Ahh…ow…" he muttered, before an exaggerated, "shit."
She caressed his cheek, "Hey…I'm sorry honey…you ok?"
"Mmm…yeah…think so…" he said gingerly picking his head up a bit. The plastic lay awkwardly beneath him, the metal jutting outwards at odd, bent angles.
"Jesus Sydney…we just broke a lawn chair…" he said in disbelief.
She burst out laughing and he soon joined in.
"Yes, I guess we did," she said, looking down at him. Her face turned serious; "Really, are you ok? I'm really sorry…"
He grinned, "I'm ok…I think I might be sore tomorrow…but…yeah…it was so worth it to be able to say we broke a chair having sex."
She chuckled, "Well, not if we kill you in the process…"
He smiled, "I'm ok…and you're not gonna leave me like this…so…please, continue."
She returned his smile and promptly got off of him.
"What? Sydney…where are you going?" he asked in a worried tone.
She offered her hand and he accepted, sitting up slightly. She shook her head, indicating that he didn't need to sit up all the way. Instead, she eased him off the chair and onto the soft grass.
"Mmm…much better…this isn't as hard as it looks…very soft grass…" he noted.
"It's as hard as it looks Vaughn…" Sydney said seductively, bringing his attention back to her.
He smiled and nodded, "Well, THAT is as hard as it looks, yes…"
She dove for his mouth, straddling him again and planting her center over the bulge in his jeans. She rocked herself back and forth over it, the combined jean material doing wonders friction-wise on her clit.
She moaned as her hands splayed out on his chest, one under the sling, which was slightly shifted off of his chest, gently pressing as she rocked.
His other hand was on her hip, kneading in time with her rocking motions, the friction doing wonders for him as well.
"Sydney," he choked out.
She looked down at him, "Yeah?" she asked breathlessly.
"If you don't let me out of these pants…I'm gonna implode…"
She giggled, "Well, we should take care of that then…"
She moved down to sit on his thighs, and reached up a hand, eyeing him enticingly.
The enticement turned to hunger as she popped the button on his jeans and then slowly dragged the zipper down. The noise seemed amplified a hundred times; all other sounds stopped, all he could hear was the zipper as it slowly started to help bring him to freedom.
He picked up his head to look at her and she moved from his thighs to between his legs, spreading then as she moved. She grabbed onto his thighs momentarily and squeezed rhythmically as she looked up at him and licked her lips slowly. He watched as her tongue roved first her top lip, starting at the left side and slowly, agonizingly rolled across to the other side before continuing in a circle to lick the bottom lip as well.
His eyes hooded immediately, knowing that in a few short moments, those lips and tongue would be around his cock, sucking and licking, so warm and wet, he could feel it now…and she hadn't even taken his cock out of his pants yet.
She looked up at him and then down at the bulge, snaking her hand into his boxers through the opening and pulled him out gently. She smiled at him, and moved her head down to his cock, never breaking eye contact. She darted her tongue out to the tip, lapping at the moisture there and then licked around the head before encasing him her mouth.
He groaned as she sucked hard on the tip, making his hips jerk upward and his head press back into the soft grass. He could feel the soft blades ticking his neck and head. It was enticing, albeit slightly annoying, but it enhanced the sensations Sydney was creating for some reason. He was concentrating so hard on not feeling the grass that he felt what Sydney was doing even more significantly.
She swirled her tongue around the tip as her hand began to work on the shaft. She had him humming, his head turning from side to side in a matter of minutes, the foreplay from before having him more than ready. She smiled and grabbed the shaft hard at the base, her other hand reaching into the boxers to fondle his balls.
He lurched again, a cry rippling from his throat as Sydney massaged his tense and sensitive sack. She kept her mouth on him, and her hand gripped around the base, pulsing her hand against him, gripping hard and then loosening slightly, gripping, loosening, gripping, loosening, a constant pulse that was driving him insane. She felt his balls rise and tense in her fingers as she kept massaging, but she didn't want it over for him that soon.
She moved her hand position up farther on his balls, making a loose grip. She looked up at him, his head resting on the grass, his chest rising and falling quickly and pulled gently on his sack. She pulled again gently while stroking his cock lightly.
His hips jerked again in response, a deep moan making its way out to fill the backyard with a deliciously sensuous sound.
He picked his head up gently and looked down at her.
She smiled and said quietly, "Not yet…"
He watched as she let go of him and quickly stood, taking her jeans and panties off just as quickly. She was back on him in no time, her center millimeters away from his straining cock.
She spread herself and gently took him inside her, feeling her walls stretch and let gravity do the rest as she sank onto him fully. He had to let his head fall back against the grass, the angle too taxing, too awkward. He was torn however, he wanted to see Sydney, but with no pillow, he couldn't make his head stay that way.
She sensed his struggle, and shifted on him, sending him to delightfully new places inside her, his cock bumping into sensitive spots on the sides and back of her silky walls.
"Mmm…" was the response she got from him as she placed her hands on either side of his head.
When he realized what she was doing, he reached his hand up and cupped her face, bringing her down to kiss him. They kissed softly, their tongues dancing gently as they breathed each other in.
Sydney backed off slightly, moving to Vaughn's neck and nuzzling by his ear. His hips picked up a thrusting rhythm in response to her kissing, the combination of Sydney latched onto the side of his neck and the grass tickling the back, movement became compulsory.
Sydney let him take over for the moment, happy to lavish such attention on his neck. He was still completely clothed, which was a strange contrast to their usual lovemaking. Her bottom half was completely bare, her knees digging into the grass slightly, the blades making intricate criss-cross patterns on her skin. She had a fleeting thought that she'd have to wash her knees for sure after this one, but that thought left her when she felt Vaughn hit a spot deep inside her. She was forced upward with the contact, her head thrown back as far as she could reach from her position atop him.
She clamped down hard on him, her muscles aching to feel every inch of him inside her. On every upstroke, she would pulse her muscles on him, hold him inside and then let him go. He arched his head up as the tension mounted, pressing it against her shoulder.
She brought her head down too, making a pocket for his head, Sydney's breath hot on his neck as he arched into her, his breath hot on her shoulder as she bent over him, meeting his thrusts with downward force.
"Uh…Sydney…" he rasped, muffled slightly by his position as his hips jerked upward, his seed surging inside her. It wasn't a surprise that he came, but the intensity of the splash inside her sent her reeling into her own orgasm. She cried out suddenly as the sensations washed over her; her skin instantly felt ablaze, a rush of warmth disseminating and diffusing outward from her core.
Vaughn grabbed at the grass, desperate for something to ground him as he lost himself inside Sydney. Fistfuls of green wisps were torn haphazardly as his climax surged through him.
Finally, he collapsed back on the grass, his head hitting the ground with a soft thud. Sydney looked down at him; his face flushed, his hair sweaty, his shirt sticking to him more that it had before, breathing shaky. His eyes were unfocused and glassy, but he was smiling at her.
She smiled back at him; still feeling him hard and filling her, moisture beginning to spiral back out onto him, "Hi…" she said quietly, brushing the sweaty hair back.
"Hey," he said.
"You ok?" she asked.
He nodded, "Um…yeah…I think so…I'm gonna be really sore tomorrow I think…"
She softened more, "Oh baby, I'm sorry…I didn't mean to hurt you…"
"No, it's ok…you didn't hurt me…" he paused, "I'm not sure you can feel it, but I'm still coming," he said with a slight shudder, "I don't have anything to complain about."
She squeezed him as she smiled, "I can feel it, and that's not an excuse for hurting you…I have to be more gentle."
"No, really, I'm ok…" he said, "I think it was more the chair breaking than anything else."
She chuckled, "I got a little overzealous…"
"It's ok…I hope we didn't ruin my new shirt," he said, adding, "I'm gonna have grass stains on my ass from all that rocking…"
She smiled down at him, "Well…then I'll have to get you new jeans too…call you from the store…"
"Mmm…" he paused, "Um…I think we need to have sex again…on the grass, right now…"
She giggled, "I think we need to get you in the house before the cold night air gives you pneumonia…or Will and Francie come home to find us plastered in the grass…"
He smiled, "Well…ok."
Sydney extracted herself from him, their mixed liquids slowly leaking out, dripping down her thighs. She smiled down at him as he watched it run out, a rather satisfied smile appearing as though he were proud he had put it there.
She reached out her hand and helped him sit, and then hauled him to his feet. He winced and let out a groan unconsciously, making Sydney give him a disapproving look.
"I'm ok," he assured her.
She looked at him seriously, "You better not be lying to me…" she said as she tucked him back in his pants and they started to walk back to the house.
She sat him on the bed and started to remove his clothes. He yawned tiredly as she removed pieces, smiling at his fatigue. She scolded herself for letting him stay outside that long, on the cold ground, and hoped that he wouldn't be sick in the morning.
She laid him back, not bothering with pajamas, and removed the rest of her clothing before crawling in the bed with him.
She snuggled into him, his eyes were already closed, sleep taking him quickly. She smiled and drifted off, still feeling them mixed together inside her.
