Page 6 of View From the Bottom
He slid his jeans and underwear down his thighs but didn’t take them off. Not completely. I think he wanted to exert some control, to show me who was in charge by keeping me naked and himself dressed, at least partially.
The palm of his hand landed on the back of my head, his fingers applying gentle pressure to my scalp, easing me down his length. Guiding me. He knew what he liked and he wanted to make sure I brought him the pleasure he desired.
His foreskin pulled further back the harder he grew in my mouth, and eventually, there was only a single wrinkle of flesh resting just beneath the head of his cock, framing it beautifully. My tongue ran circles around it, lightly grazing the crown while trying to draw erotic noises from him. He complied, supplying me with husky moans that kept me going, that provided me with inspiration.
Luis placed his hands on either side of my head and gently forced me down his dick, assisting me with the blowjob I was giving him. The tip hit the back of my throat and he stopped, easing his grip and removing his hands. It was as though he thought he might hurt me, as though he suddenly felt he was coaxing me into doing something I might not want to do.
He wasn’t. I wanted nothing more at that moment. He wasn’t relationship material, after all. This was a hookup, quick and dirty.
But the fact that he showed concern made it easier to comply. It provided me with a sense of comfort, a knowledge that I could squeeze his thigh if I needed to and he would stop everything to make me feel at ease. Maybe we should have agreed to those terms upfront, but something about Luis told me he wasn’t a threat. The second-guesses and the nervous eye shifts and the not always knowing what to say or how to respond told me things about him. That he wasn’t some malicious, domineeringcharacter by nature. That, at one point, he’d searched for acceptance like the rest of us.
I took the opportunity to grab the base of his cock, and with a few quick pumps, worked him back into my mouth, licking and sucking every inch of him. He laced his fingers together behind his neck, cradling his head as it rolled backward. With the pull of his arms, his chest stretched wide, and he unwittingly offered himself to me. But I was too focused on the matter at hand to pay too much attention to the way his abs flexed as he pulled, to the way the sunlight spilling through the bedroom window pronounced his muscular definition with shadows dancing. Too focused to notice the way the beads of sweat balancing on his frame made him look like he’d just stepped out of the shower or wrapped up a tough workout at the gym.
The slit of his cock leaked small pearlescent drops of fluid at a steady rate, and I swept my tongue across the head to catch them, to taste them, to swallow them into me. His flavor was sweet and salty and earthy and masculine, and I would have fed from that tap daily if given the opportunity.
It had been weeks since I’d had sex with anyone, days since I’d gotten myself off, and suddenly, I felt ravenous. Like I’d been starved of some necessary life force and had just been given the chance to indulge. Only, I didn’t know how long that opportunity might last, and I didn’t want to waste time.
I guided Luis’s length into my throat and swallowed hard, capturing him in my tightness while I buried my nose in his feral bush. His hands immediately fell to my shoulders and gripped them tightly. Deep moans escaped him as his torso heaved and he bent himself over me, almost as if he were trying to escape my grasp without really wanting to. His body just couldn’t handle the sensations I gave him while milking his cock with my throat muscles.
He was trapped in my embrace as I reached around and gripped his tight cheeks, pulling him into me. They flexed, and my fingers played with the hairs that grew thinner and softer the further out they traveled, coarser and thicker the closer they sprouted to his crevice. I suddenly wanted to taste him there too, but I wasn’t sure what kind of boundaries were in place.
Suddenly, he pulled himself from me, taking a stance. His thick length was covered in saliva, and a strand of it dripped to the floor as he emerged from my mouth. “Can’t,” he started, his breath stunted. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
He smiled and gripped me underneath my arms, drawing me up to him, taking my mouth into his, and kissing me deeply as his hands explored my back. I took the opportunity to play with his ass again, something I’d become mildly obsessed with over the course of twenty seconds. It was clear that my fingers playing in his crack made his knees weak and pushed him closer to the edge. Luis panted as I separated his globes and slowly ran a finger down his crevice, but pulled away when I got too close to his opening. I guess I wasn’t going to get to indulge in that forbidden treat. Not just then, anyway.
Instead, he grabbed my sides and spun me around, bending me over the side of the bed. I felt him kicking his jeans off and peeling out of his underwear before dropping to his knees and burying his face in my ass. The feeling of his stubble on my cheeks made me tense at first, but I quickly relaxed into it, my forehead burrowing into the comforter, my hands splayed out across its softness.
I wasn’t as fresh as a morning daisy—neither of us were—but Luis didn’t back away. I was showered and clean, but no amount of scrubbing could compete with a day in the sun, a day walking up and down New York City sidewalks in the intense heat. Luis reveled in my earthy spice, however. At first, he simply nippedat my furry cheeks and kissed his way down my crack. But then he dove in and furiously licked at my hole, making me clench and tighten in surprise, then flex and open for him as I found comfort in the way he explored my entrance.
Soon, I’d feel him enter me, spread me, stretch me beyond belief with his cock as he held my back in place for his welcome arrival.
But not yet. Not until he apparently savored me and tasted every flavor I had to offer. Not until he dug into me with his tongue and traversed every knot and ridge. Not until he explored me, dragging himself from my balls, up my taint, and nosing at my bud, drawing my essence into him. Luis seemed to linger there for minutes on end, testing me, teasing me, pressuring me to open for him. He seemed to have a thing for the rawness of a man, for the naturalness of the male body.
I flinched and moaned and cried out as he rimmed me, as he repeatedly dipped into my opening, then pulled out and planted kisses on me. And with each brush of his tongue across my opening, with each crush of him into me, my flesh ignited and I begged him to fuck me.
Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, once I’d given up control and begged for his cock, he gathered himself behind me. I felt him pull to his feet, place his hands on my waist, and draw me to a kneeling position, kneeing the back of my legs and pushing me to rearrange myself on the bed. He wanted my head resting on the pillow and my legs spread out behind me, supine on my stomach.
Luis positioned himself behind me, then took a moment to cover me with his frame, to turn my head toward his with his fingers and kiss me deeply from behind. That kiss wasn’t just so I could taste myself on his lips—which I did, and savored. It was meant to convey feeling. To convey an emotion of appreciation, of mutual admiration and trust, of knowledge andunderstanding of what we were about to engage in, of the action he was about to take. Of exactly what he was about to impart on me.
After he kissed my mouth, he kissed my chin, then my shoulder. He then crawled down my back and fell between my legs again. I dropped my head to the pillow and raised my hips slightly off the bed, assuming a position that would make his entrance easier on the both of us. Words weren’t spoken. Luis simply kissed my hole, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva between the two of us as he pulled away.
Finally, like a mirage in the desert, a gentle breeze blew through the window and tickled my beaded flesh. It was as though I’d never felt the wind before, never experienced a breath of fresh air. I only hoped the breezes would keep coming, that they would be the start of a trend. Of milder temperatures and midsummer breezes sailing over me while I slept naked at night, stretched out under a cool bedsheet. At the very least, I hoped for more bearable days in the high eighties rather than the high nineties, let alone a hundred fucking degrees pounding down on top of the city.
Luis’s weight felt good on top of me, even in this heat wave. His presence was comfortable. His heat was a nice change of pace. A different kind of heat, one that was altogether welcomed.
The tip of his cock pressed against my opening, and I closed my eyes while pushing out around him. He held the base of his length in one hand and my waist in the other, holding me steady as his hairy thighs rubbed against mine. We were both warm and slicked with sweat, the motionless ceiling fan above us doing nothing for anyone. I prayed for another breeze.
But thoughts of anything other than Luis’s cock when it penetrated my opening and slid a few inches inside of me were gone with that fucking breeze. I gasped and croaked at thesensation of searing pain that shot through me. I clawed at the comforter, twisting my fingers into the fabric.
But I wanted it. So badly.
Luis paused and I breathed, and as I caught my breath and relaxed into him, he continued easing himself into me, slowly and gently. By the time I felt his pubic hair brush against my ass, I knew he’d buried himself in me completely, and I silently begged for him to never leave me. His cock felt so good inside of me. So perfect. So natural. A sense of completeness washed over me as I adjusted to how full I felt; incredibly stretched and exposed in the grip of a stranger, but perfectly comfortable under his weight.
Luis scooped his arms underneath my chest and pulled my body up to meet his. My back, tight and moderately defined, faint lines running courses around natural pockets of muscle, leaned into his chest. His lips fell to my shoulder, then my neck, as he began to move his hips, pulling himself slightly out of me before pushing back in, finding his rhythm.
Every movement seemed intentional, every warm breath on the back of my neck and every bead of sweat crashing into my skin from his frame seemed almost planned to accentuate the experience. He knew how to fuck.