Fucking Hot

The AC has been broken all weekend and it’s one-hundred and two degrees outside. She’s sitting on the recliner with her feet folded underneath her ass. Her tee-shirt is tied around her waist just under her breasts. She’s wearing rainbow-colored boy-shorts. Her hair is tied in a messy ponytail and her face is patchy red. The blonde highlights in her bangs seem darker from sweat. She keeps using her hand to fan herself. Every time I glance over she groans and hangs her head to the side like it wants to fall off. “This really sucks,” she blurts out.

There’s something about the way her neck melds into the base of her skull. The connection seems so fragile and tenuous. I could grab it and almost wrap my fingers all the way around. I could pick her up off the ground and let her dangle as I look into her eyes.

There’s no breeze flowing through the open windows. Every movement is like trying to push through dense hot swamp. She lets out a long sigh. She looks reminiscent of all those times I pounded into her until she overheated. The pained look on her face isn’t all that different than the pained look she has when she’s on the verge of cumming.

Mindlessly flips through her phone, she’s unaware of what is growing inside me. “It’s so dumb that the repair guy can’t get out here till tomorrow,” she tells me without looking up.

Yeah, it sucks, but her incessant moaning is getting old. She thinks this is hot? I’ll show her hot. I stand and walk over to her. She glances up with only her eyes. I slide my hand over the face of her phone and grip it before I pull it away. I place it on the coffee table. “What are you doing?” she asks with half a smirk.

“What do you think?” I answer, taking off my belt.

She shakes her head no. “Not in this fucking heat.”

But I’m already wrapping my belt around her neck and looping it through the buckle. She lifts her chin giving me better access. “Do I seem like I care?” I ask. She doesn’t respond but I watch as she swallows hard. A large gulp travels down her throat.

My fist grips the belt and I lift her to her feet. Turning away, I hold the leather over my shoulder and tow her behind me. She shuffles her feet trying to keep up. “Do you really want to do this?” she protests as I drag her up the stairs. “I’m a sweaty hot mess.”

“Yes,” I answer. “I really want to do this.”

When we reach the bedroom I flip on the fan before I lead her over to the bed. I sit her down on the edge. She’s still complaining. “It’s even hotter up here than it is downstairs.”

“Good,” is my only response. I let go of the belt and and leave it hanging loosely on her shoulders. Then I rub the back of my knuckles between her legs. The outline of her pussy presses against the cotton. Her lips part and I gently grind on her clit.

“Doesn’t that feel good? I ask.

She lets out a whimper. I stop long enough to push my shorts down and pull my shirt over my head. She reaches for my cock and tugs with both hands. I return my knuckle to her clit.

Moving her panties to the side, I slip a finger into her. She strokes my cock faster. I take one of her legs and put it over my shoulder. A smile grows on my face before I bite her calf. She grimaces and tries to pull away but I snatch her leg until her foot is by my ear. I take her other leg and place it on my other shoulder. She falls onto her forearms. I grip her thighs and yank so her ass hangs of the edge of the bed. I rub my head on her through her boy-shorts and she grinds against me. “I thought it was too hot?” I ask.

She shrugs and bites her bottom lip and I grab the belt, wrenching it around her throat.

“If it’s too hot for you I could stop,” I suggest with faux concern, sliding the entire length of my shaft along her clit. “Are you sure you want this?”

She nods and I grip the belt in my fist. With my other hand I hold my cock and use my head to push her panties to the side. I keep focused on her blueish-gray irises and work my way in.

Her mouth opens. “You fucking whore.” I say in regards to nothing. I snap the belt tighter and push all the way into her cunt. As I ease in, I let go of my cock. “You like the way that feels?”

“Yes,” she moans. I rip her shirt above her tits. The skin on her chest is red and hot. A layer of sweat coats everything. I give them each a slap and her breathing hitches. She slips away so I pull her closer at the same time as I push in. I’m as deep as I can be. I don’t let go when I ease away. With all the force I have, I slam into her. She jolts but I hold her in place. She cries out. I pull away again and thrust again. Each thrust comes quicker than the last. And soon, I’m slamming into her over and over. Her high-pitched whines only encourage me to fuck harder.

I make the belt taught around her throat, drawing her face closer to me. If I wanted, I could lean down and give her a kiss. But what I want is for her to see me. She was sitting on the recliner dying of heat. And now she’s melting around my cock. That’s the power I have. I wanted her. Now I have her. Harder, faster, as if I’m trying to burn our home down with our friction, sweat drips off my nose and onto her. I watch it roll between her breasts down to her bellybutton.

I need her to feel the kind of craziness I have for her. It’s something I’ve lost control over. It’s the kind of madness that lights a fire in the fireplace in the middle of summer with no AC. It’s the kind of insanity that needs to fuck her so close to it our skin cooks. Her mouth opens like she’s trying to breathe. The raspy scratches of her lungs trying to suck in air is the only thing I hear over my grunts. My nostrils flare. She sees I have every intent to pull the belt tighter- that I might never let go. Her eyes flutter. She goes limp. It’s at that moment I give her some slack. She gasps for air. When she’s gotten two or three good breaths I yank the belt again.

By now sweat falls off me like I’m a steamy hot rain cloud. With my free hand, I reach down to her chest and smear it all over. Touching her is like pressing my entire hand on a red hot stove top. But that instinct to recoil is gone. It’s been replaced by the instinct to press harder.

I drop the belt and wrap my arms around her back. In one aggressive motion, I thrust into her as I lift her off the bed. Holding her body weight she wraps her legs around my waist and her arms my neck. She grinds her hips against my cock. I carry her into the bathroom and sit her on the sink. She leans back and her head rests against the mirror leaving a damp spot. Her hands grip the granite counter to brace herself as I pound against her. The glass that holds our toothbrushes knocks over and rattles. The lotion falls into the sink. The shaving cream tumbles onto the floor. My body and her body crash into one another. I don’t care if the vanity breaks. I don’t give a fuck if we rip it from the wall and the broken pipes spray us with freezing water.

Wrapping both hands around her throat, she becomes this lifeless fucktoy. It’s as if we’ve been trekking the whole day across a scorching desert. Instead of using our last bit of energy to climb the next dune, we decided to use it to fuck. Her eyes close and I don’t slow down. I keep going. I throb against her soft wet flesh. My balls get tense. I could unload if I wanted, but not yet.

Picking her up again, she rests her head on my shoulder. Her arms are around my neck but her legs loosely grip my hips. I carry her into the shower. I push her against the wall and I turn the nozzle just enough to get the full pressure of freezing cold water. Still inside her, I fuck her against the tile as we get drenched. Her tee-shirt and panties soak and stick to her. She leans back and we look at one another. Water drips down our faces. Our eyes are open so wide. We kiss like it’s a contest to see who can swallow who. Her tongue falls deep into my mouth and her nails rip into the flesh on the back of my neck.

Moments earlier we were on the verge of heat stroke. All our fluids were rushing to our skin in a futile attempt to stay cool. And now the cold water burns so much worse. Each drop is ice piercings our flesh and stabbing our organs. Her back slaps against the shower wall. Our bodies are still so hot it turns the water into vapor.

She cums uncontrollably against me. There’s nothing choreographed in her movements. They’re random, as if no one had ever taught her what an orgasm looks like and she was letting her body do what it needed to do. She gets so tight around my cock it holds my expulsion back, the pressure building more and more, and when I get to the point I think she will choke it out of existence it becomes too much. I unload inside her, groaning and snarling, releasing it all as deep into her as I can.

I feel her chest taking deep breaths against my chest. And I’m just as desperate to get air into my lungs. She rests her head on my shoulder and I hold her there until our bodies become still, letting the freezing water cool our overheated bodies.