Page 5 of View From the Bottom
As we fell deeper into one another, as our senses heightened but our reasoning diminished, nerves about my back leaning against the railing of the fire escape crept in. We were four stories up. I had no doubt Luis would grab me if I slipped, but I didn’t feel like taking that chance.
I pulled away from him. “Wanna go inside?”
“Sure,” he agreed with a lustful grin.
I grabbed the bottles of water from the landing and handed one to him. He twisted the cap and downed half of it in one slug. His Adam’s apple lifted and bobbed as he swallowed and the stubble danced across his neck, a five o’clock shadow that would probably look even sexier on the second day.
I tossed back my water as we stepped through the open window, over the couch, and onto the rug-covered parquet floor of my living room, crumpling the plastic in my fist before recapping it. I once read somewhere that it was best to downsize items before tossing them into the recycling bin and it stuck with me. I had no idea if that was true. I had no idea if the recycling even made it to the recycling center or if it was simply tossed into the back of the garbage truck with the trash. I guess it didn’t matter at that moment. But Luis did the same thing before handing his bottle to me.
I walked them to the kitchen and tossed them out, and before I could even turn around, I was pinned to the wall, my arms above my head, locked at the wrists by Luis’s strong hands. The hem of my T-shirt raised with the movement, showing off the lower part of my midsection. That olive patch of flat, furry stomach contrasted with the bright white waistband of my gray briefs where they rose above the waistband of my shorts.
Luis attacked my neck with his mouth, forcing my jawline up and my head to the side so he could taste me, so he could devour me. And I let him. My face was inches from his armpit as he made out with my neck, and without thinking, I breathed him in. I hadn’t intended to, but the heat of the day lingered on him and I found the scent of him irresistible. The black hairs that curled around themselves glistened in the sunlight pouring through the kitchen window. His presence alone was masculine and erotic. And tempting beyond belief.
Maybe I knew we’d hook up the moment I saw him turn the corner onto Forty-Fifth Street. Maybe I figured it out when he appeared next to my table at the bar in the Village. Maybe it wasn’t clear until I invited him up to my apartment. But at that moment, with his lips on my neck and my arms pinned to the wall above me, the decision had been made, and I wanted to be nowhere else.
Deodorant and cologne were no match for Luis’s rugged sweat, for his sex, and while the former both clung to him, playing with my senses like dogs play with bones, the latter had punched through to become the aching, heady scent that caused my dick to stir and my hips to buck against the kitchen wall.
Luis finally released my arms from his grip only to grasp the bottom of my T-shirt and yank it over my head, completely exposing my upper half to him. Had the air conditioner been working, the sudden exposure would have been erotically satisfying. It felt nice being ripped from my clothing by a hotguy, but the air was so thick that my undoing lacked the refreshing comfort of a cool blast pummeling my skin.
As soon as he had my shirt off, as soon as it hit the ground, he pinned my arms above my head again and buried his face in my pit, inhaling my scent, licking me, drinking me in. Maybe Luis had a thing for pits. Maybe he had a thing for me. I didn’t care. The sensations he gave me felt intensely carnal and distinctly taboo. A piece of me I would have rarely allowed anyone to indulge in—maybe no one—was being taken advantage of. And what did I care? Luis was simply a hookup. I’d probably never see him again.
After he’d bathed my pits, he dropped my arms and nipped at each of my nipples, lightly biting them, causing me to wince from the playful pain he’d inflicted on me. He then licked and kissed them before shifting even lower to kiss the flesh around my navel, playing with that sensitive area of my stomach, never giving me the chance to stop him. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to stop him from doing anything.
He unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, and I quickly kicked off my sneakers so I could easily shed the rest of my clothing. My shorts tumbled down my thighs and landed in a heap at my ankles, and Luis wasted no time nosing at the growing pouch of my briefs, inhaling deeply as he explored my package. My dick was completely stiff inside them, punching at the fabric, stretching it. A small wet spot appeared where the tip of my cock met the cotton, and Luis kissed it before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down my frame, freeing my growing erection.
His force was aggressive, all but tearing my briefs from my frame. My dick bounced up, excitement on its brain. He gently kissed the tip, then licked his lips before opening his mouth and sliding down my length, barely touching me with his tongue.The heat from his breath enveloped me. It made me writhe in anticipation.
Everything was hot: the temperature outside, the air in my apartment, Luis’s mouth on my flesh. But somehow, at that moment, it all worked.
Luis teased me like that for a while before wrapping his lips firmly around me, tasting me, taking me into him. His tongue danced a wild number up and down the length of my cock and sent knee-weakening pulses through my body. He took me into his throat and massaged the head of my cock with his tightness, his wetness. He planted his face at the base of my cock and traced his nose through my pubic hair, closing his eyes as he took my scent into him. He gently fondled my balls and brought me close to a climax I didn’t want to experience yet. Not before I’d had a chance to explore more of his body.
Once he felt he’d satisfied me enough, when my fingertips grasped at the wall behind me in vain and every muscle around my midsection began to tighten, he tore off of me and grabbed my waist, turning me around. He made me lead him to my bedroom. I was completely naked and Luis was fully clothed, and for some reason, that turned me on.
He playfully slapped my ass as we stood at the side of my bed. That full bed that I’d pushed against the wall with the window in that tiny bedroom to create more space for movement while getting dressed in front of the closet. To make entering and exiting the room less arduous. I turned around to face Luis and he bit his bottom lip with more sex appeal than I imagined was possible. He then pushed gently on my shoulders and I fell backward onto the bed, exposed to him, open to him. Beneath him.
With a gentle nudge to the back of each foot with the toes of the other, he lost his Timberland boots, then pulled off his socks, tossing them to the floor. He yanked his white tank over hishead and sent it cascading. His chest and abdomen were nearly smooth, only a few wispy black hairs dotting the valleys between the defined mounds of muscle that made up his pecs. God, he was sexy.
“You want my dick?” he asked.
I did. But I wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted me to say, so I didn’t answer. His smile had disappeared from his face, though remnants of it lingered in his eyes.
“I asked you a question.”
Shit, he was serious. “Yeah.”
“Yeah, what?”
“Yeah. I want your dick.”
“Good. Get on your knees.”
I did as I was told, sliding down the side of the bed onto my knees. My heart beat fast and my feet shoved under the drape of the comforter as Luis unbuckled his pants and pulled his semihard cock out over the band of his boxer briefs. His dick was beautiful: thick, smooth, and uncut, with one noticeable vein running along the top side of it, disappearing under the surface about halfway down its length. His foreskin had partially retracted over the head, which was slick with precome. A thick bush of curly black hair sprouted from the base and trailed around his thickness, tapering off a little when it reached his ball sack.
He guided me with cogent language. “Put it in your mouth.”
I kissed the tip, then slid his length between my lips, using as much saliva as I could muster to lube him up. His flesh was warm. A wild, earthy scent lazily hung from his pubic hair; a remnant of a day spent pounding the pavement in hundred-degree heat. I didn’t mind it. In fact, it turned me on. The mild flavor was natural and virile.
“That’s it,” he continued as I pushed further down his length, increasing the pressure each time I pulled back. “Suck that dick.”