A hot summer day+ A Little Therapy
A Hot Summer Day
Benji’s POV
I started to wonder what I had been thinking. At the time it sounded like a pretty good idea but now... now I was beginning to regret that sudden urge I had. Seriously though, washing the car in this summer's heat wasn't exactly how I would describe fun. So here I was, my smooth skin turning a brilliant shade of red while I washed the stupid contraption. Where's the fun in that again?
I licked my lips and breathed deeply, my chest panting as hot air filled my lungs. I looked towards the house... our house, and gave a wistful glance towards the door. I'm sure I could reach it in record time if I really wanted to. So what was I doing out here anyway?
I'll give you two reasons: Number one? The car needed to be washed. The second? He wanted to.
He, being the man who was currently waving the hose excitedly around like a five year old with a new toy.
He was the only one having fun at this point. On the other hand, I was practically passed out on the ground from the sweltering heat, burning through a layer of my sweat. I looked up at him under hooded eyes, and to me, he looked like a fucking God with his glowing tan skin that never seemed to burn. Mother fucker... made me sick.
I bent down to wash the bottom half of the door I was currently working on, when I felt a cold splash of water hit me right across the middle of my back. The shock of cold was enough to cause me to gasp out loud. I could hear the distinct sound of a snicker from the other side of the car, but I chose to ignore it. When I felt another splash, this one landing on top of my head, I jumped up to my feet to find him staring at me from the other side of the car, an innocent grin on his face.
"Problem, Benj?" he asked, his voice smooth and calm. He probably thought he was really pulling this innocent act of his off, but I knew too well what kind of game he was playing. His chocolate brown eyes were twinkling and a devilish look was hinting in his features.
"Hit me again with that and you'll regret it..." I say in a low voice, hoping I was making my annoyance known. It was pretty damn hard with that sight of him across from me though. I just wanted to vault over my car and wrap my fingers around those brown curls and lock my mouth onto those full lips. But I held off... on a thread.
His grin widened slowly. "What are you talking about? It was an accident!"
I gave him a harsh glare. "Right."
He had already had far too many of those "accidents". My borrowed white wifebeater was sticking to me like a second skin now. The sun couldn't even dry it quick enough before it once again "accidentally" got wet.
"Just keep that fucking hose away from me."
"And if I don't?" he taunted.
I leaned forward so that my chest was pressed against the car, giving him my 'don't fuck with me' look. "If you don't, then I'll take that hose and shove it up your ass!" I growled out.
He just laughed. Giving him one last glare, I bent down and began to wash the rest of the car, which in my opinion is the least enjoyable part of the job. Just as I had reached down for my sponge, I felt cold water raining down on my head. Screaming, I came up to my feet quickly, finding him on the other side, with the hose pointed directly at my head and laughing his ass off.
Throwing my sponge down, I took off running for him, rounding the car, long before he could see me coming. When he did I got the water right in the face. I sputtered and choked a minute before I darted for him again.
I'm sure that if we had neighbors, they would all have been at the windows, watching two grown adults fighting for control of the hose like children. My anger had long been cooled off since he had gotten me with that first full blast of water. Now, as I wrestled with him on the ground for the hose, I laughed and managed to get him just as wet as I was.
He finally grabbed the hose completely free from my hands and rolled over to pin me to the ground. I felt the soggy earth soak into my shirt and shorts. Tossing the hose well out of my reach, he glanced back down at me, this time taking in the fact that my shirt was totally transparent. He smiled as he took in the fact that my nipples were hard.
"You're so fucking sexy..." he murmured, his voice sending shivers though my body that no cold water could rival.”Is anything else hard right now?"
I laughed, as I stroked my hands up his sun warmed back and my legs rubbed against his. "Maybe." I replied. "You'll just have to find out when we finish washing the car."
"It's done." he said, lowering his head to press an open mouth kiss to the wet skin of my neck.
I tried to hold my moan back as my back arched, but I didn't quite succeed. "No... it's not. You have to rinse the soap off and I have to wash the back."
He lifted his head slowly then pushed off my body. I regretted the move instantly. "Okay, then let's finish." he said, holding his hand down to help me up.
I went back over to the other side of the car, as he bent down for the hose. I found that my burning body needed another good dose of that cold water, but the way I was feeling, it just wouldn't do. I wanted something else to put the fire out. Him.
As I picked up my sponge and soaked it in the bucket of suds, I felt him come up behind me. I also felt the small splashes of water as he began to rinse off the car where I had already washed. I moved to the back of the car, setting myself about finishing the task of getting this car clean. I leaned over the back to reach the middle of the trunk, which I never seemed to remember to wash that part. It wasn't until I was practically horizontal on the back of the trunk, that I felt him pressing into me. I gasped and tried to turn, but he managed to keep me right where I was. His hands boxed me in, one hand still holding the running hose. Water began to spill out on top of the trunk, my nipples aching as the cold water hit them. I whimpered slightly, but felt nothing but the hard bulge of his erection pressing into my ass.
Laying my head down onto the watery trunk, I felt him press down on top of me, his mouth locking onto the nape of my neck. My hips arched back against him, causing him to let out a low growl.
"You taste good." he murmured in my ear. "I could suck on you for hours."
I couldn't even form an answer on that one. His hands slid into the waistband of my shorts, working them for a second, before pushing them and my boxers down to my ankles. He ran his hands over my bare skin, his murmur of approval at the toned muscles echoing in my head.
"Oh fuck..."
I let him turn me quickly, his mouth taking mine in a brutal kiss as his hands slid underneath my wet shirt to rub up and down my chest. The feel of his hands on me was almost my undoing. He knew all my hot spots. One touch or lick and I would be off like a rocket. His mouth was locked onto one spot right below my left ear. His hands were slowly stroking my hips, not quite getting close enough.
"Please." I begged.
Okay, it was pathetic, but I needed an orgasm. And he was the only one capable of giving it to me. I pulled at the button of his own shorts and had them pushed to his feet in no time. His cock was hot and hard, falling into my stomach invitingly. I wasn't able to keep from lowering my head and licking the top of his erection, which was already begging to be touched and sucked.
Before I could actually get a chance to do so, his hands wrapped in my wet hair and jerked it up to his. He gripped my waist hard as he rubbed against me slowly, teasingly.
"Stop teasing." I moaned, my mouth brushing against his ear.
I smiled when I felt him shudder. His ears were sensitive to my touch, and I blew a small puff of air into one. I laughed softly when I heard the low groan rise from his chest. His hands gripped my hips and hitched me up against his body. With one hand he slowly guided himself to my entrance and then thrust up into me. Even though I had been expecting it, the feel of him surging up into me took my breath away. I trembled from the overload of sensations battling around inside of me. He was so hot and hard, pulsing deep inside of me.
He was the only one who could do this. The only one who could make me feel so dirty and cherished at the same time. He pressed a hard kiss to my mouth and then urged me to wrap my legs around his waist as he leaned us up against the car.
"Hang on." he rasped, as he sank deeper inside.
As he held my ass with his hands, I held onto the back of the car. The ride was long, hard, and very bumpy. I felt every inch of him surging in and out of me quickly. He was losing control faster than I had anticipated.
Soon I could feel myself getting to the very edge of where I most wanted to be. I could see his face tightening as his own body started to tense. Leaning toward him, I made sure my lips just brushed his ear as I whispered to him.
"I'm almost there."
He opened his eyes, his gaze hot as he glanced down at my bare chest. I could feel him swell inside of me. He leaned forward and licked both of my nipples, before kissing my lips. "You first." he groaned, as his teeth clamped down on my neck.
I felt my whole body tense with the swell of my climax. My back arched and I cried out his name. He kept pushing in me, riding me throughout my climax, his own body wanting release, but he refused to give it so soon. As I shuddered through my last tremor, I opened my eyes and watched as he reached his own peak. He gasped and panted for air as the muscles in his body strained and bulged, him filling me hotly inside where I still throbbed and ached.
I stroked his face and pressed soft kisses to his throat as he shook, his legs trembling as bad as my own. Slowly he let my legs down to the ground, his arms still holding me to him. He pressed several kisses to my mouth, his smile coming back, this time smug and satisfied.
"Are we done now?" he asked, his hands still stroking my back.
I nodded, my mouth still tasting his damp skin, still not wanting to move from where I held his warm body to mine. "Joel?"
"Hmm?"
"I think the car is going to need washing tomorrow, too."
I felt his laughter as well as heard it. "Whatever you say."
"Joel?"
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow... I get the hose."
A Little Therapy
I was hurting. A lot. My skin felt as if it were shrinking every second that passed by. The burning was almost unbearable and every time I moved, pain would radiate through every part of my body.
A small moan followed by a whimper escaped my throat as I stepped out of the cool shower and started to gently pat myself dry, taking as much care as possible to avoid any harsh contact. I held the towel in front of my body, wrapping it all the way around my waist. Stepping in front of the bathroom mirror, I figured that I had to be suffering from the world's worst sunburn. Even my tattoos couldn't hide that fact that my skin was on fire. I pushed my wet hair back from my face and grimaced at seeing that it didn't escape the torture either. I wouldn't be going out in public for a few days, especially since I would most likely be peeling in a day's time. Yeah, that would be attractive.
I resisted the urge to smash in the mirror due to its honest reflection, but instead took the less painful route of cursing under my breath. A sound from behind caused me to turn and see my brother standing there in the doorway. His face was a mixture of amusement and pity. That wasn't what pissed me off the most though. What made me even more mad? Joel had no visible signs of a sunburn. At least one of us had sense enough to put on some sunblock.
"Looks like you got it good, didn't you?" he murmured under his breath, stepping up towards me. I quickly took a step back, one hand coming up to warn him from coming any closer.
"Don't fucking touch me." I hissed, glaring the whole time.
He laughed softly, taking another step towards me. "I'm not going to hurt you..." he trailed off slowly, looking directly into my eyes as if to give out a signal of trust. He reached out one hand to gently rub my left shoulder, only to have his hand roughly smacked away.
"Just looking at you makes me hurt." I muttered, sarcasm evident. "And you! Why didn't you make sure I put on sunblock? No, you fucking just let me go out there and burn so you could laugh and make fun of me because you don't have one streak of red on your skin! It's not fair!"
Joel rolled his eyes at my rant. "I told you to put on some before we went out to wash-"
"Did not!"
"Yes, I did."
"No you didn't!"
He took another step forward and reached out his hand for me to take in his own. "Come on... I've got something to make you feel a hell of a lot better."
I eyed him warily. "What?"
"Just trust me."
"This from the same guy who just let me lay out in the sun and burn?" I glared, not making a move to take Joel's hand.
"You didn't complain when my dick was up your ass!" I shut my mouth from the next protest I was about to utter, my face heating from something that had nothing to do with my sunburn. I mumbled a fine but didn't move to take his hand. Instead, I gestured that I would follow him out the door. With a nod of his head, he led us to the bedroom we now shared, where I found a small fan running, despite the fact that the cool air conditioner was on full blast. My skin was burning so badly, however, that I didn't even put up a fuss about it.
"Lay down on the bed." Joel instructed me.
"Oh yeah, like that's really going to help... it hurts too much!" I shouted, pointing to my burned upper body and shooting him a dark look.
"Then where does it hurt the least?"
I considered my options for a moment before replying with, "My front."
"Then lay face down and stop bitching. I'll have you feeling better in no time." Somehow I doubted that. I hurt too bad right now to be touched. Unfortunately, his touch was what I needed the most right now. Unwrapping the towel, I gingerly laid down on the bed, my body screaming out in protest as I did. If he made me feel better, I would be his slave for months. Tears were gathering in my eyes at the feel of the sheets pressing into my sensitive skin.
"If you don't do something fast, I'm going to scream." I muttered into the pillow beneath my head.
"Just relax, I read this was good for a sunburn."
I glared at the headboard. "You don't know how to read- OH!"
I was interrupted as I felt a shock of cold running straight down my spine. I gasped, back arching and then settling as the coldness began to spread and take the burning out of my skin. I drew out a moan, thankful for the brief relief. "What are you doing?"
"Ice. Feel good?"
"Yeah..." I sighed.
My body began to cool with the help of the ice that he continued to run over my burned skin, as well as the small fan blowing air over me. I could feel the ice slowly running over my ass, causing me to jump.
"There's nothing burned there!" I laughed, glancing over my shoulder to see him stroking a slowly melting cube of ice over my backside.
"Just making sure." he replied, giving me a cheeky grin. Bastard.
He slid the ice down on my lower legs, making me sigh in relief as it took away some of the pain that was soon taken away as my back started to burn again from lack of attention. I whimpered and began to squirm on the bed until he came back up to stroke my shoulders. The ice was melting faster now, the cold water running down my sides, cooling me everywhere.
"Flip over." were the only instructions that I heard his husky voice say.
Slowly easing onto my back, I found that the burn was easing a bit. The question of whether it was due to the ice or Joel was another subject altogether. In this position, I was able to watch his face as he continued to rub ice over my burns. His cheeks were flushed with color, letting me know that he was as aroused as I. Not to mention the fact that there was a hard bulge trying to push its way through his loose boxers. He was stretched out beside me on the bed, and I had to do all I could to resist the urge to run my hand over him.
He lowered the ice until it slid over my nipples, making them contract even more. I arched my back slightly and gasped at the feeling. "Those aren't burned either..." I managed to let out between pants.
"Looks like they're burning to me." he whispered, his eyes raking over my body hotly. He let the ice linger until my chest was almost numb, then he lowered his head, taking one into his hot mouth. The contrast was so strong, my hand came up to fist in his hair as he let loose a long moan. He did this several times, until I was shaking so badly that he had to hold me down on the bed with one hand to my stomach to keep from arching forward too high.
Joel pressed a lingering kiss to my stomach as he resumed in tending to my burned legs, slowly sliding the cube up and down. When his hand ventured a little too far between my legs, I gasped, nearly coming up off the bed. He held me down easily enough, as I was weak in his arms, and continued to his next destination, of brushing the cube up and down my length again and again. The throbbing between my legs was so great, I didn't know if I was going to die from pleasure or pain.
"A little further." he urged, when he noticed my legs automatically widen for him to slip between.
I obeyed, not sure what the smile on his face meant. With one push, he managed to slip the cube into my entrance. The sensation was phenomenal, if not a little painful. The ice cube immediately began to melt inside its hot surroundings. My muscles contracted as I tried to push the object out of my body, but he held it deep inside of me with the tips of his fingers, stroking my length as he did. Just as I thought the feeling was almost too much to handle, I felt the cool insides of his mouth replace his hands over my now full erection. I jumped as the cold ice began to grind against my flesh as his tongue explored my taste. The ice melted soon enough, but the fresh numbing feeling lingered.
I could feel my climax slowly building inside, but I didn't want to reach my pinnacle just yet. Not without him anyway. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him to my mouth so that I could taste him. He complied with that much, but the rest of his body stayed away. I coaxed him lovingly with my mouth for him to yield, but he still resisted, his will much stronger than mine now.
"Please." I begged against his mouth, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. He smiled and shook his head.
"You're too burnt. I don't want to hurt you-"
"You won't! Please..."
"Not yet." I think he could sense my distress as I let out a frustrated grunt.
"Let's put some of this on so that you don't hurt tomorrow okay?" he asked, holding up a large bottle of aloe vera gel. I sighed and nodded, knowing he was right. With some help, I sat up on the bed, his hands sliding the cool lotion over my skin. I sighed, my head dropping forward as his magic hands and the cooling gel did wonders to my sunburned skin.
My urge to cum slowly started to subside, but not enough to take the edge off completely. When his hands slid around to cup me gently, the feeling started all over again. I leaned back so I was touching his chest, feeling the sticky substance that was displayed on my back mold us together. His fingers stroked my flesh, his mouth pressing slow kisses across my shoulders. His hands stopped for a minute, my body numb to his missing touch as he gathered more lotion into his palm.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his hands inching closer to my erection with each word until they covered it completely.
"Yes." I whispered, eager for anything he would give me at this point.
"Lay down on your back then." he said, letting me go so that I could move backwards.
The sensation of his skin peeling from my own sticky flesh sent shivers down my spine. It didn't hurt, but it just felt really... kinky. I laid on my back as he asked, watching as he came to part my legs slightly when he knelt on either side of them. At some point he had shed his boxers and was proudly showing off his nude form. He inched up on his knees until he was able to bend my knees up and forward so that my thighs were pressed gently between his own.
This was certainly new.
I frowned and started to sit up, when he pressed a hand to my stomach. "Stay." he ordered. Then, he slowly began to grind himself on my erection, causing my heart to leap out of my chest from the feeling. I didn't even feel the slightest twinge from my burned skin. Nodding, I watched with curious eyes as he ran a finger over my lips, before grasping my hard erection and slowly guiding myself into him. When he was down as far as his muscles would allow, he ran his hands slowly up and down my sides. "Comfortable?" he asked as I nodded, a harsh moan ripped out of my throat at that very moment.
His head fell forward as he moved upwards, bringing himself off of me then back on slowly to deepen myself inside of him, his movements almost too slow to handle. When he was finally seated as far as he could go, we were both gasping for air and control. His hands found their way to my face, cupping my cheeks between his palms, causing tremors to run though me. When I finally managed to look up at him, he took that as a consent to continue.
Slow and easy was the game this time, no rushing and no fast pleasure. He was afraid of hurting me, so that kept a rein on his desires. His hips moved just the smallest of a fraction to the right as he brought himself up then down again, drawing a long moan from myself. I smiled as I watched his face contract, as well as the muscles surrounding him on his arms and chest. It wouldn't be long now I figured as I grasped his erection. Sweat was starting to slide down the length of his chest, despite the cool air blowing over us. Again he moved as I pumped, his gasp so sharp that I thought I had hurt him in some way. But the sigh that soon followed let me know I hadn't.
My head fell back at his sudden movements and an "Again!" was ripped out of my throat.
"What? This?" My breath caught and I nodded vigorously. "Yeah..."
Reaching down, he once again cupped my balls as he circled his hips, my own jerking up to thrust a little deeper inside of him. That was what it took to send myself over the edge. I cried out his name several times as my body went taut. He held onto my hips tightly, so that I couldn't thrash around and hurt myself. As he watched me go, the strong urge to take his own pleasure was there, but he held himself back, wanting to watch me while halting his movements to do so.
Still in the throes of my own pleasure, I reached up with both hands and brought him down to me, my mouth clamping onto his as his body covered my own. He tried to hold himself up off of me, but I lowered my hips, my now limp cock falling out of his body. In one swift movement, I guided himself into me, which sent him flying. His head reared back once again as he clenched his teeth, his seed pouring hotly into me. I smiled slightly as I watched him battle through his climax, my heart still beating in an irregular pattern as I proceeded to come off my high.
I stroked his damp skin, pressing gentle kisses to his face and murmured sweet words to him until his arms finally gave out and he collapsed on top of me. His breathing was as ragged and heavy as mine was moments earlier, our hearts thudding together in a steady rhythm. Feeling nothing but a wonderful, heavy, satisfied feeling over my body, I stretched beneath him. A smile lingered on my lips as he turned his head to rest on my chest, with him cradled sweetly in my arms.
Benji’s POV
I started to wonder what I had been thinking. At the time it sounded like a pretty good idea but now... now I was beginning to regret that sudden urge I had. Seriously though, washing the car in this summer's heat wasn't exactly how I would describe fun. So here I was, my smooth skin turning a brilliant shade of red while I washed the stupid contraption. Where's the fun in that again?
I licked my lips and breathed deeply, my chest panting as hot air filled my lungs. I looked towards the house... our house, and gave a wistful glance towards the door. I'm sure I could reach it in record time if I really wanted to. So what was I doing out here anyway?
I'll give you two reasons: Number one? The car needed to be washed. The second? He wanted to.
He, being the man who was currently waving the hose excitedly around like a five year old with a new toy.
He was the only one having fun at this point. On the other hand, I was practically passed out on the ground from the sweltering heat, burning through a layer of my sweat. I looked up at him under hooded eyes, and to me, he looked like a fucking God with his glowing tan skin that never seemed to burn. Mother fucker... made me sick.
I bent down to wash the bottom half of the door I was currently working on, when I felt a cold splash of water hit me right across the middle of my back. The shock of cold was enough to cause me to gasp out loud. I could hear the distinct sound of a snicker from the other side of the car, but I chose to ignore it. When I felt another splash, this one landing on top of my head, I jumped up to my feet to find him staring at me from the other side of the car, an innocent grin on his face.
"Problem, Benj?" he asked, his voice smooth and calm. He probably thought he was really pulling this innocent act of his off, but I knew too well what kind of game he was playing. His chocolate brown eyes were twinkling and a devilish look was hinting in his features.
"Hit me again with that and you'll regret it..." I say in a low voice, hoping I was making my annoyance known. It was pretty damn hard with that sight of him across from me though. I just wanted to vault over my car and wrap my fingers around those brown curls and lock my mouth onto those full lips. But I held off... on a thread.
His grin widened slowly. "What are you talking about? It was an accident!"
I gave him a harsh glare. "Right."
He had already had far too many of those "accidents". My borrowed white wifebeater was sticking to me like a second skin now. The sun couldn't even dry it quick enough before it once again "accidentally" got wet.
"Just keep that fucking hose away from me."
"And if I don't?" he taunted.
I leaned forward so that my chest was pressed against the car, giving him my 'don't fuck with me' look. "If you don't, then I'll take that hose and shove it up your ass!" I growled out.
He just laughed. Giving him one last glare, I bent down and began to wash the rest of the car, which in my opinion is the least enjoyable part of the job. Just as I had reached down for my sponge, I felt cold water raining down on my head. Screaming, I came up to my feet quickly, finding him on the other side, with the hose pointed directly at my head and laughing his ass off.
Throwing my sponge down, I took off running for him, rounding the car, long before he could see me coming. When he did I got the water right in the face. I sputtered and choked a minute before I darted for him again.
I'm sure that if we had neighbors, they would all have been at the windows, watching two grown adults fighting for control of the hose like children. My anger had long been cooled off since he had gotten me with that first full blast of water. Now, as I wrestled with him on the ground for the hose, I laughed and managed to get him just as wet as I was.
He finally grabbed the hose completely free from my hands and rolled over to pin me to the ground. I felt the soggy earth soak into my shirt and shorts. Tossing the hose well out of my reach, he glanced back down at me, this time taking in the fact that my shirt was totally transparent. He smiled as he took in the fact that my nipples were hard.
"You're so fucking sexy..." he murmured, his voice sending shivers though my body that no cold water could rival.”Is anything else hard right now?"
I laughed, as I stroked my hands up his sun warmed back and my legs rubbed against his. "Maybe." I replied. "You'll just have to find out when we finish washing the car."
"It's done." he said, lowering his head to press an open mouth kiss to the wet skin of my neck.
I tried to hold my moan back as my back arched, but I didn't quite succeed. "No... it's not. You have to rinse the soap off and I have to wash the back."
He lifted his head slowly then pushed off my body. I regretted the move instantly. "Okay, then let's finish." he said, holding his hand down to help me up.
I went back over to the other side of the car, as he bent down for the hose. I found that my burning body needed another good dose of that cold water, but the way I was feeling, it just wouldn't do. I wanted something else to put the fire out. Him.
As I picked up my sponge and soaked it in the bucket of suds, I felt him come up behind me. I also felt the small splashes of water as he began to rinse off the car where I had already washed. I moved to the back of the car, setting myself about finishing the task of getting this car clean. I leaned over the back to reach the middle of the trunk, which I never seemed to remember to wash that part. It wasn't until I was practically horizontal on the back of the trunk, that I felt him pressing into me. I gasped and tried to turn, but he managed to keep me right where I was. His hands boxed me in, one hand still holding the running hose. Water began to spill out on top of the trunk, my nipples aching as the cold water hit them. I whimpered slightly, but felt nothing but the hard bulge of his erection pressing into my ass.
Laying my head down onto the watery trunk, I felt him press down on top of me, his mouth locking onto the nape of my neck. My hips arched back against him, causing him to let out a low growl.
"You taste good." he murmured in my ear. "I could suck on you for hours."
I couldn't even form an answer on that one. His hands slid into the waistband of my shorts, working them for a second, before pushing them and my boxers down to my ankles. He ran his hands over my bare skin, his murmur of approval at the toned muscles echoing in my head.
"Oh fuck..."
I let him turn me quickly, his mouth taking mine in a brutal kiss as his hands slid underneath my wet shirt to rub up and down my chest. The feel of his hands on me was almost my undoing. He knew all my hot spots. One touch or lick and I would be off like a rocket. His mouth was locked onto one spot right below my left ear. His hands were slowly stroking my hips, not quite getting close enough.
"Please." I begged.
Okay, it was pathetic, but I needed an orgasm. And he was the only one capable of giving it to me. I pulled at the button of his own shorts and had them pushed to his feet in no time. His cock was hot and hard, falling into my stomach invitingly. I wasn't able to keep from lowering my head and licking the top of his erection, which was already begging to be touched and sucked.
Before I could actually get a chance to do so, his hands wrapped in my wet hair and jerked it up to his. He gripped my waist hard as he rubbed against me slowly, teasingly.
"Stop teasing." I moaned, my mouth brushing against his ear.
I smiled when I felt him shudder. His ears were sensitive to my touch, and I blew a small puff of air into one. I laughed softly when I heard the low groan rise from his chest. His hands gripped my hips and hitched me up against his body. With one hand he slowly guided himself to my entrance and then thrust up into me. Even though I had been expecting it, the feel of him surging up into me took my breath away. I trembled from the overload of sensations battling around inside of me. He was so hot and hard, pulsing deep inside of me.
He was the only one who could do this. The only one who could make me feel so dirty and cherished at the same time. He pressed a hard kiss to my mouth and then urged me to wrap my legs around his waist as he leaned us up against the car.
"Hang on." he rasped, as he sank deeper inside.
As he held my ass with his hands, I held onto the back of the car. The ride was long, hard, and very bumpy. I felt every inch of him surging in and out of me quickly. He was losing control faster than I had anticipated.
Soon I could feel myself getting to the very edge of where I most wanted to be. I could see his face tightening as his own body started to tense. Leaning toward him, I made sure my lips just brushed his ear as I whispered to him.
"I'm almost there."
He opened his eyes, his gaze hot as he glanced down at my bare chest. I could feel him swell inside of me. He leaned forward and licked both of my nipples, before kissing my lips. "You first." he groaned, as his teeth clamped down on my neck.
I felt my whole body tense with the swell of my climax. My back arched and I cried out his name. He kept pushing in me, riding me throughout my climax, his own body wanting release, but he refused to give it so soon. As I shuddered through my last tremor, I opened my eyes and watched as he reached his own peak. He gasped and panted for air as the muscles in his body strained and bulged, him filling me hotly inside where I still throbbed and ached.
I stroked his face and pressed soft kisses to his throat as he shook, his legs trembling as bad as my own. Slowly he let my legs down to the ground, his arms still holding me to him. He pressed several kisses to my mouth, his smile coming back, this time smug and satisfied.
"Are we done now?" he asked, his hands still stroking my back.
I nodded, my mouth still tasting his damp skin, still not wanting to move from where I held his warm body to mine. "Joel?"
"Hmm?"
"I think the car is going to need washing tomorrow, too."
I felt his laughter as well as heard it. "Whatever you say."
"Joel?"
"Yes?"
"Tomorrow... I get the hose."
A Little Therapy
I was hurting. A lot. My skin felt as if it were shrinking every second that passed by. The burning was almost unbearable and every time I moved, pain would radiate through every part of my body.
A small moan followed by a whimper escaped my throat as I stepped out of the cool shower and started to gently pat myself dry, taking as much care as possible to avoid any harsh contact. I held the towel in front of my body, wrapping it all the way around my waist. Stepping in front of the bathroom mirror, I figured that I had to be suffering from the world's worst sunburn. Even my tattoos couldn't hide that fact that my skin was on fire. I pushed my wet hair back from my face and grimaced at seeing that it didn't escape the torture either. I wouldn't be going out in public for a few days, especially since I would most likely be peeling in a day's time. Yeah, that would be attractive.
I resisted the urge to smash in the mirror due to its honest reflection, but instead took the less painful route of cursing under my breath. A sound from behind caused me to turn and see my brother standing there in the doorway. His face was a mixture of amusement and pity. That wasn't what pissed me off the most though. What made me even more mad? Joel had no visible signs of a sunburn. At least one of us had sense enough to put on some sunblock.
"Looks like you got it good, didn't you?" he murmured under his breath, stepping up towards me. I quickly took a step back, one hand coming up to warn him from coming any closer.
"Don't fucking touch me." I hissed, glaring the whole time.
He laughed softly, taking another step towards me. "I'm not going to hurt you..." he trailed off slowly, looking directly into my eyes as if to give out a signal of trust. He reached out one hand to gently rub my left shoulder, only to have his hand roughly smacked away.
"Just looking at you makes me hurt." I muttered, sarcasm evident. "And you! Why didn't you make sure I put on sunblock? No, you fucking just let me go out there and burn so you could laugh and make fun of me because you don't have one streak of red on your skin! It's not fair!"
Joel rolled his eyes at my rant. "I told you to put on some before we went out to wash-"
"Did not!"
"Yes, I did."
"No you didn't!"
He took another step forward and reached out his hand for me to take in his own. "Come on... I've got something to make you feel a hell of a lot better."
I eyed him warily. "What?"
"Just trust me."
"This from the same guy who just let me lay out in the sun and burn?" I glared, not making a move to take Joel's hand.
"You didn't complain when my dick was up your ass!" I shut my mouth from the next protest I was about to utter, my face heating from something that had nothing to do with my sunburn. I mumbled a fine but didn't move to take his hand. Instead, I gestured that I would follow him out the door. With a nod of his head, he led us to the bedroom we now shared, where I found a small fan running, despite the fact that the cool air conditioner was on full blast. My skin was burning so badly, however, that I didn't even put up a fuss about it.
"Lay down on the bed." Joel instructed me.
"Oh yeah, like that's really going to help... it hurts too much!" I shouted, pointing to my burned upper body and shooting him a dark look.
"Then where does it hurt the least?"
I considered my options for a moment before replying with, "My front."
"Then lay face down and stop bitching. I'll have you feeling better in no time." Somehow I doubted that. I hurt too bad right now to be touched. Unfortunately, his touch was what I needed the most right now. Unwrapping the towel, I gingerly laid down on the bed, my body screaming out in protest as I did. If he made me feel better, I would be his slave for months. Tears were gathering in my eyes at the feel of the sheets pressing into my sensitive skin.
"If you don't do something fast, I'm going to scream." I muttered into the pillow beneath my head.
"Just relax, I read this was good for a sunburn."
I glared at the headboard. "You don't know how to read- OH!"
I was interrupted as I felt a shock of cold running straight down my spine. I gasped, back arching and then settling as the coldness began to spread and take the burning out of my skin. I drew out a moan, thankful for the brief relief. "What are you doing?"
"Ice. Feel good?"
"Yeah..." I sighed.
My body began to cool with the help of the ice that he continued to run over my burned skin, as well as the small fan blowing air over me. I could feel the ice slowly running over my ass, causing me to jump.
"There's nothing burned there!" I laughed, glancing over my shoulder to see him stroking a slowly melting cube of ice over my backside.
"Just making sure." he replied, giving me a cheeky grin. Bastard.
He slid the ice down on my lower legs, making me sigh in relief as it took away some of the pain that was soon taken away as my back started to burn again from lack of attention. I whimpered and began to squirm on the bed until he came back up to stroke my shoulders. The ice was melting faster now, the cold water running down my sides, cooling me everywhere.
"Flip over." were the only instructions that I heard his husky voice say.
Slowly easing onto my back, I found that the burn was easing a bit. The question of whether it was due to the ice or Joel was another subject altogether. In this position, I was able to watch his face as he continued to rub ice over my burns. His cheeks were flushed with color, letting me know that he was as aroused as I. Not to mention the fact that there was a hard bulge trying to push its way through his loose boxers. He was stretched out beside me on the bed, and I had to do all I could to resist the urge to run my hand over him.
He lowered the ice until it slid over my nipples, making them contract even more. I arched my back slightly and gasped at the feeling. "Those aren't burned either..." I managed to let out between pants.
"Looks like they're burning to me." he whispered, his eyes raking over my body hotly. He let the ice linger until my chest was almost numb, then he lowered his head, taking one into his hot mouth. The contrast was so strong, my hand came up to fist in his hair as he let loose a long moan. He did this several times, until I was shaking so badly that he had to hold me down on the bed with one hand to my stomach to keep from arching forward too high.
Joel pressed a lingering kiss to my stomach as he resumed in tending to my burned legs, slowly sliding the cube up and down. When his hand ventured a little too far between my legs, I gasped, nearly coming up off the bed. He held me down easily enough, as I was weak in his arms, and continued to his next destination, of brushing the cube up and down my length again and again. The throbbing between my legs was so great, I didn't know if I was going to die from pleasure or pain.
"A little further." he urged, when he noticed my legs automatically widen for him to slip between.
I obeyed, not sure what the smile on his face meant. With one push, he managed to slip the cube into my entrance. The sensation was phenomenal, if not a little painful. The ice cube immediately began to melt inside its hot surroundings. My muscles contracted as I tried to push the object out of my body, but he held it deep inside of me with the tips of his fingers, stroking my length as he did. Just as I thought the feeling was almost too much to handle, I felt the cool insides of his mouth replace his hands over my now full erection. I jumped as the cold ice began to grind against my flesh as his tongue explored my taste. The ice melted soon enough, but the fresh numbing feeling lingered.
I could feel my climax slowly building inside, but I didn't want to reach my pinnacle just yet. Not without him anyway. I grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him to my mouth so that I could taste him. He complied with that much, but the rest of his body stayed away. I coaxed him lovingly with my mouth for him to yield, but he still resisted, his will much stronger than mine now.
"Please." I begged against his mouth, his teeth nipping at my bottom lip. He smiled and shook his head.
"You're too burnt. I don't want to hurt you-"
"You won't! Please..."
"Not yet." I think he could sense my distress as I let out a frustrated grunt.
"Let's put some of this on so that you don't hurt tomorrow okay?" he asked, holding up a large bottle of aloe vera gel. I sighed and nodded, knowing he was right. With some help, I sat up on the bed, his hands sliding the cool lotion over my skin. I sighed, my head dropping forward as his magic hands and the cooling gel did wonders to my sunburned skin.
My urge to cum slowly started to subside, but not enough to take the edge off completely. When his hands slid around to cup me gently, the feeling started all over again. I leaned back so I was touching his chest, feeling the sticky substance that was displayed on my back mold us together. His fingers stroked my flesh, his mouth pressing slow kisses across my shoulders. His hands stopped for a minute, my body numb to his missing touch as he gathered more lotion into his palm.
"Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his hands inching closer to my erection with each word until they covered it completely.
"Yes." I whispered, eager for anything he would give me at this point.
"Lay down on your back then." he said, letting me go so that I could move backwards.
The sensation of his skin peeling from my own sticky flesh sent shivers down my spine. It didn't hurt, but it just felt really... kinky. I laid on my back as he asked, watching as he came to part my legs slightly when he knelt on either side of them. At some point he had shed his boxers and was proudly showing off his nude form. He inched up on his knees until he was able to bend my knees up and forward so that my thighs were pressed gently between his own.
This was certainly new.
I frowned and started to sit up, when he pressed a hand to my stomach. "Stay." he ordered. Then, he slowly began to grind himself on my erection, causing my heart to leap out of my chest from the feeling. I didn't even feel the slightest twinge from my burned skin. Nodding, I watched with curious eyes as he ran a finger over my lips, before grasping my hard erection and slowly guiding myself into him. When he was down as far as his muscles would allow, he ran his hands slowly up and down my sides. "Comfortable?" he asked as I nodded, a harsh moan ripped out of my throat at that very moment.
His head fell forward as he moved upwards, bringing himself off of me then back on slowly to deepen myself inside of him, his movements almost too slow to handle. When he was finally seated as far as he could go, we were both gasping for air and control. His hands found their way to my face, cupping my cheeks between his palms, causing tremors to run though me. When I finally managed to look up at him, he took that as a consent to continue.
Slow and easy was the game this time, no rushing and no fast pleasure. He was afraid of hurting me, so that kept a rein on his desires. His hips moved just the smallest of a fraction to the right as he brought himself up then down again, drawing a long moan from myself. I smiled as I watched his face contract, as well as the muscles surrounding him on his arms and chest. It wouldn't be long now I figured as I grasped his erection. Sweat was starting to slide down the length of his chest, despite the cool air blowing over us. Again he moved as I pumped, his gasp so sharp that I thought I had hurt him in some way. But the sigh that soon followed let me know I hadn't.
My head fell back at his sudden movements and an "Again!" was ripped out of my throat.
"What? This?" My breath caught and I nodded vigorously. "Yeah..."
Reaching down, he once again cupped my balls as he circled his hips, my own jerking up to thrust a little deeper inside of him. That was what it took to send myself over the edge. I cried out his name several times as my body went taut. He held onto my hips tightly, so that I couldn't thrash around and hurt myself. As he watched me go, the strong urge to take his own pleasure was there, but he held himself back, wanting to watch me while halting his movements to do so.
Still in the throes of my own pleasure, I reached up with both hands and brought him down to me, my mouth clamping onto his as his body covered my own. He tried to hold himself up off of me, but I lowered my hips, my now limp cock falling out of his body. In one swift movement, I guided himself into me, which sent him flying. His head reared back once again as he clenched his teeth, his seed pouring hotly into me. I smiled slightly as I watched him battle through his climax, my heart still beating in an irregular pattern as I proceeded to come off my high.
I stroked his damp skin, pressing gentle kisses to his face and murmured sweet words to him until his arms finally gave out and he collapsed on top of me. His breathing was as ragged and heavy as mine was moments earlier, our hearts thudding together in a steady rhythm. Feeling nothing but a wonderful, heavy, satisfied feeling over my body, I stretched beneath him. A smile lingered on my lips as he turned his head to rest on my chest, with him cradled sweetly in my arms.