SadisticExcess

I didn’t re-read this piece before I published it. I know that some words would find their way out, others would find their way in, and the story would suffer for these edits. I wrote this in one sitting, one long moment at the computer with the memory in my head.

It hasn’t rained in ages it seems and the grass underneath us is dry, but still, somehow, green. I can still tear it from the stem instead of pulling it until it breaks - that almost hay-like texture that seizes one of my favorite parks despite the sprinklers and a diligent lawn crew. Summer has made itself known, I think to myself as the sweat beads on my forehead and slips down my back. Perspiration forms on even covered skin amid the vibrant and glowing stare of the evening sun. It hasn’t set yet and the air still feels heavy, laden with humidity. Rain clouds loom in the distance.

Silence has fallen between us, that comfortable silence that comes with time and knowing the person next to you better than you probably should. I watch a wasp hovering over some heavy brush in the distance, the ducks and goose that swim in oddly straight lines along the creek. A fallen tree serves as a bridge over the dark water which houses fish and turtles, many of whom have found their evening meal tossed to them from children or other equally silent adults.

I watch you brush away the clinging shards of cut grass from your thigh. I see the angry mark that shows just under the line of your shorts, a reminder of other, less gentle, less introspective days. The wind blows and I will it to cool my skin, but my shirt refuses to budge, keeping the heat in. A shadow creeps across the land, slowly moving over the grass until we are slowly swallowed by the welcome tint of blue and gray amid the orange and red. The sensation of heat abates and I lay back against the lawn, staring up into the blue sky that fades into the palest shade of white.

My arms fold behind my head and I swat away the high pitched squeal of a mosquito before I close my eyes. A moment later, you are curled against me; in spite of the heat, my sweat and yours, you are curled against me. My breathing evens out slowly. I am lost in the constellation of lights behind my eyelids, drifting endlessly.

When they open again, the sun has crept just below the horizon, fading into a dark sky, shouting its tributes in riotous colors of purple and blue. Clouds begin to roll in lazily, stretching along and taming the sky’s colors. My movement stirs you and I feel the stroke of your cheek through the fabric of my shirt. I roll onto my side and look down at you, all rumpled and sleepy-eyed. My fingers curl into your side and you make some noise of protest that I could never duplicate.

‘Shh…’ It is a simple sound, but you obey its command. Your lips remain parted as if suspended from some unspoken thought. My fingers shift the simple material of your shirt slightly until the barest of touches brushes against your stomach. I can feel your reaction, see it reflect in your expressive face. My fingers move higher until they brush along the edge of your bra, skimming the material, the flesh that swells eagerly above it.

Your breathing has changed. It comes quicker and in uneven gusts as I twist your mind and body around the world I create between us. It is only a moment later when your nipple comes to rest between my thumb and index finger. It is a casual roll, ever so light, that hardens that peak so beautifully, but the harder tug makes a moan erupt and your back arch off of the grass. A resulting rumble tumbles out of my throat and I lean down finally to brush my mouth to yours.

The feel of your teeth surprises me when our mouths touch and I draw back momentarily until your lips meet mine again in what I can only describe as hungry. I feel your hands slide up until they brace against my neck and your nails, your blood red talons, dig into my skin. I am tasting the swell of your bottom lip in my mouth, my tongue running over it in a lazy fashion despite the crescent shapes you imprint into my skin. My finger twists hard suddenly and you break away, dragging your lip away, across the sharp edge of my teeth.

‘Shh…’ I repeat again, glancing up ensuring that our alcove has not been penetrated by unwelcome company. The sun creeps into the horizon and the sky grows darker. My fingers slide down and tug upon the tie that holds the navy shorts to your hips. It releases easily, sliding out of its pretty bow with grace. I feel your nails tighten further and stare down into your face with a silent warning; they ease only a fraction.

I know without looking that your panties are white, an insubstantial lace that looks so delicate and erotic against your skin. You are a creature of habit and colors and fashion. The barrier melts away under the tips of my fingers, your flesh yielding sweetly as my fingers dip between your thighs and into the waiting moisture. The tension in your fingers tighten again and I feel a sharp sting followed by a trail of moisture that trickles down my neck.

‘Bloodthirsty pet.’ My lips brush against your ear, the sound of your breathing and mine seeming as if inside a hollow tunnel. I feel your body arch up against me and I slid my fingers lower, pushing a single finger inside the hot tunnel of your sex. My teeth graze along your neck, the curve of your shoulder. ‘So wet, open up for me.’ It is a simple statement, but the words echo and reverberate in your skin and through the stiff line of my cock that presses against your side.

I exhale, my thumb tracing over your clit, grazing. Soft whimpered noises emit from your mouth and wet sounds play delicately along the soft skin of your thighs. My fingers pull from you and there is a flurry of movement as I push your shorts and panties down along your legs. I can see you looking, searching the growing darkness for eyes. There is always the chance of getting caught fucking on the lawn of some city park. The idea excites us both and makes the movements jerky.

I move above you, sliding between your thighs and push down my shorts. My cock springs free, hard and aching. I wrap my palm around the length of it, pulling the skin upward until the head is covered, then slowly back. My other hand bites into your inner thigh, gripping the muscle and skin there, my nails digging in as repayment for the marks most certainly lingering on my neck. I watch you fingers move along your body and part the slick folds of your flesh, watch the thumb that grazes over your hardened clit, and my grip tightens reflexively on my length. The tip oozes, greedily, selfishly indulging in its own pleasure.

The moment we both tire of games becomes quite obvious and it triggers in both of us almost at the same time. You shift ever so subtly, I mirror your movement with my own. My thumb strokes your open slit, moving above you, the head of my cock sliding effortlessly in the moisture between your thighs. When the head pushes against your slick cunt, you moan and the pressure that slides around my cock forces me to grit my teeth.

I am staring down at the place where we are joined, outside, here in the open. I feel cool air finally brush over us and push in, sinking my cock inside you fully. My eyes close, my breath catches with yours. ‘Fuck.’ I say, a forced word, sound, that comes without warning from my mouth.

Your nails rake my shoulders. ‘Yes, fuuucckk.’ The sound is drawn out as I pull from you and slam back in, our hips meeting with a wet sound. It repeats and draws a noise from you. My fingers dig into your thighs, my nails curling in as I pull you closer to me to meet each slick, wet movement of my cock. Our bodies move against one another, our shapes barely registering in the dark that surrounds us now that the sun has set.

The shadows are obvious in the story they tell however, the lewd movements of my hips grinding into yours, unmistaken. I feel your legs wrap around me and tighten, keeping the movements short, fast; the sounds coming one on top of the other. My cock tightens, I can feel it swollen, aching in the swollen wet folds of your cunt. I feel your hand reach between us, your fingers brushing against my cock as it slides quickly in and out of your pussy.

‘Come in me, D.’

I jerk at the words, driving even harder inside you, the grass digging into my knees, your back. Your hips move to meet mine and I feel you still for a long moment before your body jerks and your mouth opens up with a soft cry. Your body flutters around me and I push into you until I, too, pause.

A long moment later I hiss, and there is a jerk of my hips as I flood into you, filling your cunt with my seed. I blink, sweat blurring my vision. I shake my head, slowly pulling my cock from you before falling back into the grass. Silence stretches.

Rain begins to fall seconds later.