Summer
of Love
By: Rhonda
There
he is. My prey. The one I’ve been wanting for so long. Don’t want him for
anything more than one night. But still, I want him. Want him badly. And I know
I can make him want me. The atmosphere here is meant for seduction. And seduce
is exactly what I’ll do.
Dance, it's the summer of love
Tonight the fiesta will come
Ah, ah, it's the summer of love
There are way too many people here. It’s so
crowded and so…typical. Why I ever agreed to come here in the first place is still
a mystery to me. As expected my four best friends have long since abandoned me
for a drink or a random sexy dance partner…or both. But, I think I’ll make the
best of the situation and at least get a drink. After all this is Cancun. It’s
a sweltering night, on a breezy, moonlit beach. The colorful Chinese lanterns
strung about only add to the heated atmosphere. Yards away, the warm ocean
water laps at the silky sand, probably providing a cool, calming air. But here,
the beat is fast and the air is sultry. There aren’t many choices on where to
go or what to do. It’s that kind of party. Either dance, or hang out around the
dance floor and drink at the several bars that had been set up specifically for
this event. If you wanted peace and quiet, you wouldn’t find it here. And no
one here was looking for peace and quiet. Hell, I don’t even think I was.
I couldn’t help be sucked in by the intense atmosphere, and as I watched the
bodies dancing, moving, grinding with each other, I realized I wanted to be a
part of it. I wanted someone to dance with, someone to press up against…just
for right now, just to satisfy this craving that’s suddenly flooded my veins.
Nothing specific, nothing too deadly, just…I wanted sex.
The realization was rather surprising to me,
but judging from the people here, I didn’t think anyone would mind. So, I was
set. I had a course of action for the evening…it wasn’t as I thought any of my
friends would be leaving this party alone, or like we’d all be leaving
together. In fact the idea was laughable. I’m sure they all assumed that I would
probably leave alone and early. But I’m intent on proving them wrong now…not
that I need to; I just like surprising them every once in a while.
But now I have to find someone. Someone
willing, someone who knows it’s just for tonight. The heat, the alcohol…Cancun
in general seem to make people more eager than in normal, every day situations.
But I don’t want just anyone. Someone hot, someone who knows how to please…and
someone male. No woman on earth could satisfy the craving that has taken over
me this evening. It had to be a man. Women were nice; women were sweet, tasty,
alluring…all that and much more. But I didn’t want a soft body, didn’t want
curves…not tonight anyway.
As I turn around and lean back casually
against the bar I take a swig of my second Corona (only appropriate, since I’m
in Mexico) and begin scanning the crowd for what I want. I have a feeling I’ll
know the second I lay eyes on him.
Dance, it's the summer of love
Tonight the fiesta will come
Ah, ah, it's the summer of love
I want you Brian. I want you so much. And
I’m going to have you. Going to make you scream my name, going to taste you,
touch you…fuck you. I’ll make you want me as much as I want you. I’ll make your
body sweat, make your face flush with passion… I want the two of us wrapped up
in each other…tangled twisting limbs, wet kisses, dripping bodies. Now. Nothing
else matters now.
Tonight we live la vida loca
Yes we'll have the time of our lives
A fiesta we'll always remember
Tonight we will taste paradise
Life is sweet and we treasure each moment
Moving closely with me as we sway
For tonight we forget our tomorrows
It's time for the music to play
Just when I stop looking…that’s when it
happens. His hands on my hips, his body pressed into my back. “Dance with me.”
I hear a breathless whisper in my ear, lips brushing my neck, the scent of
alluring cologne…. I take one last swig of my beer and turn around.
His hands are still on my hips, pulling us
together and out onto the over-crowded dance floor. All this before I even get
a chance to register in my brain that I know him. I know him and…it
doesn’t matter. He’s fucking gorgeous…his eyes are burning with a secret.
Burning with lust…and when he pulls me against him, I give in. Nothing else
matters, all I can concentrate on is the feel of his body against mine. My arms
are around his neck, his hands on my hips…now on the small of my back, beneath
my shirt, pressing into my damp skin. He licks his lips, and instinctively I do
the same. God he is so hot! Dancing with me, holding me tightly, leading our
movements…sweat dripping down the side of his face, his whole body is like
liquid fire in my arms.
He pulls me closer, if that’s possible, and
licks a small path up my neck to my ear. He starts sucking on the lobe, running
his tongue over my skin and sending shivers all over me. “Want you,” he rasps
in my ear, his hot breath leaving me breathless. “I wanna fuck you,” he
breathes, pressing his hips into my own. We’re both hard. I slip my hands under
the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. It’s already slick with
sweat, so smooth and soft…I can’t wait to feel his skin on mine. “I wanna taste
you,” he goes on, his voice low and velvety. “Feel you beneath me…writhing…desperate…moaning…all
for me…” he went on in that voice that was making my knees weak. Between each
word he pressed his lips to my neck, moving across my jaw line, closer and
closer, till he was running his tongue over my chin. I felt weak, lightheaded,
and completely on fire. His fingers slipped across my cheek and into my hair.
It wasn’t gentle, wasn’t a caress…his fingers fisted in my curls and he
smirked. Our lips met.
I nearly moaned and pulled him as tightly
against me as I could. They were hard, fast, passionate kisses. His tongue
quickly found its way between my lips, plunging into my mouth and tangling with
my own. I kissed him back just as roughly, forgetting everyone around us and
letting him devour me.
“Fuck…I want you…now Justin,” I panted as we
broke apart. I squeezed his hips through his jeans and pulled him tightly
against me. He smirked, feeling just how much we both needed this. “Let’s go…”
“Where?” “Do you care?” I shook my head and followed eagerly as he led me away
from the beach side party.
The temperature's rising
You search the horizon
And there's not a cloud in the sky
So dance, it's the summer of love
Tonight the fiesta will come
One hundred degrees
In the shade of the trees
One more time
Tonight is the night of our lives
De fruta la vida that's right
One hundred degrees
And we turn up the heat
One more time
For the summer of love
We couldn’t keep our hands off of one
another. Neither of us wanted to. We were hot, hard, horny…desperate for somewhere
we could be so that we could feel each other completely. “Get in,” he said,
pushing me up against the side of a jeep that I assumed was his. He kissed me
deeply, frantically, digging his fingers into the skin of my upper arms. When
he pulled away, he smirked again…dangerous, that smirk…and quickly crossed in
front of the car to get in the driver’s seat.
I couldn’t wait. I wasn’t even sure where he
was taking me, but I didn’t care. He pulled away from the beach and sped out
onto the ocean side highway that led in the direction of my hotel. I figured he
was probably staying somewhere nearby. I slid closer to him and snuck an arm
around his waist. My lips found his neck, tonguing the sweet skin there and
making him shiver. My fingers found their way to the button of his jeans. I
popped it open and smiled devilishly when he glanced at me. I leaned down, my
head in his lap, and lifted his shirt slightly. His body was still so warm;
sweaty from dancing…I pressed my mouth to his stomach, laving the skin with my
tongue. I went lower, across his abs, dipping into his navel, as my fingers
found their way to his hips.
I smiled as I went further. He wasn’t
wearing anything beneath his jeans. Wanting, needing, to help me, he
slid down slightly in his seat, even as he kept driving, so that I could tug on
his jeans. I undid the zipper and pulled the slightly past his hips. He
moaned…a low, throaty, delicious sound, when my fingers brushed his throbbing
cock. I felt his hand on my head, pushing gently, and I complied eagerly. I
heard his breath catch in his throat as my lips brushed his heated skin. His
fingers gripped onto my hair as I opened my mouth, slowly sucking on the tip of
his hard cock. “Fuck…” he hissed. I shifted my body closer and gripped his hips
as I took more of him into my mouth. He was so hot, so good…this whole
situation was wildly enticing and out of control, making it all the more
amazing.
Within
seconds, I had him close to climax, and he was squirming around in his seat,
trying to get closer to me, even as he continued to watch the road. He slammed
on the breaks the instant his cock touched the back of my throat, and
reluctantly yanked my head up. “We’re here,” he gasped, pulling me close for a
frantic kiss. I was the one to break away, practically jumping out of the car;
so eager to be with him I thought I might scream. Soon we were half-running
through the parking lot and into the hotel. It took a few seconds for me to
recognize the hotel as my own, but it didn’t matter. Unfortunately the elevator
was packed, and we had no chance to fool around. The two of us probably made an
interesting sight to anyone who really took a moment to study us. We both had
obviously flushed cheeks and were breathing heavily. Every chance he had, he’d
lean into me, or accidentally brush his fingers down my arm or across my
chest. It was killing me. Finally, after a particularly long scenic route
through almost every floor of the hotel, we were at his, one below my own. The
two of us pushed past the remaining people in the car and out into the hall.
His room was only a few doors down, and within seconds we were inside.
The night is when friends become lovers
And people are lost in their dreams
Tomorrow the spell may be broken
So celebrate love and be free
The rhythm of life beats within you
Don't try to resist when it calls
Move closer to me feel the music
Now nothing else matters at all
He slammed me back into the door, kissing me
violently as his hands yanked and pulled at my clothes. I kissed him back just
as hard, moaning at the feel of him pressed up against me. Our hands were
everywhere, searching, touching and feeling heated flesh, desperate limbs. He
pulled my shirt over my head and I quickly did the same to him. His fingers dug
into my naked back as I pulled him against me. “Fuck…you’re so hot,” I moaned,
his slick skin burning against my own. He grabbed a handful of my hair and
looked into my eyes, licking his lips as he smirked at me. “I wanna fuck you so
hard…I wanna hear you scream,” he whispered, eyes flashing with heat. His mouth
was on my throat then, sucking, licking and sampling. I slid my fingers between
our bodies and undid his jeans for the second time tonight. He kissed me again,
our tongues wrapping around each other, lips pressed tightly together, the
kisses so hard they were almost bruising. It didn’t take much longer for the
two of us to yank the rest of our clothes off.
We tumbled into his bed, and he was
instantly on top of me, his hands everywhere, his mouth once more on mine. We
were both on fire, our skin slick with sweat. I couldn’t remember ever being so
desperate for someone as I was for him. “Justin,” I gasped, arching my hips
upwards against him, running my hands down his back and pulling him tightly
against me. “Justin I want you now…please just…fuck me.” I wasn’t above
begging, especially not now when I wanted him so badly. He broke away and
looked down into my eyes. I moaned when he rotated his hips against mine, our
cocks rubbing together heatedly. He smirked, though he was breathing just as
heavily as I was, and did it again. I pressed my palms to the small of his back
and pushed him down against me harder, making him moan and sending chills all
over both of our bodies. “God Brian…” he hissed, looking down at me again. I licked
my lips as I stared up at him, begging him with my body and my eyes to take me.
He looked so good…his eyes full of lust, his lips swollen and wet, his hair
damp with sweat. “Justin…” I pleaded. He nodded and whispered, “Now.” I agreed.
I couldn’t stop touching him. As he leaned
over me for a condom and lube, I ran my hands down his back, over his ass and
thighs and planted kisses all over his throat and shoulder. We were quick about
it, both of us desperate for him to be inside me. I slipped the condom on him
as he pushed a lube-covered finger inside me, stretching me slightly. Seconds
later I squeezed his hips and captured his mouth in a fierce kiss, letting him
know I was more than ready. He pushed my legs up, bending my knees and settling
himself between them.
I dug my fingers deeper into his slim hips
as he pushed inside me and screamed. “Oh fuck Justin…” I moaned, squeezing my
eyes shut and gasping for breath as he filled me. I felt his forehead on my
chest, felt his tongue licking my sweaty skin. His arms slid down my legs,
forcing my knees up farther. “Jesus Brian…” he moaned, his voice low and
throaty. “So…fucking…tight,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my back as he
pushed deeper inside me. “More…” I begged, putting my hands on either side of
his head and pulling his mouth down to mine. We kissed deeply as he began
thrusting in and out of me, harder and faster each time. My body jerked as the
tip of his cock hit against my prostate. I bit down on his lip and moaned
loudly. The two of us were frantic, our kisses hot and needy as he thrust
deeply inside me. I wrapped my legs around his back as he stretched my arms out
above my head and linked our fingers. Our bodies were slick with sweat as we
moved against each other. It was so hot I could barely breathe, but I couldn’t
get enough, couldn’t taste or feel enough of him.
“So close…” he moaned into my mouth,
pressing our swollen lips together once more. “Fuck Justin it’s so good. Make
me come…” I begged. He reached between us and stroked my cock feverishly, as he
thrust inside me again and again. “So hot Brian…God, you’re good…better than
I…thought.” His voice was ragged, his eyes glazed over in passion. I grabbed
his hips and forced him deeper, harder, and felt him stroke me again and again.
We came then, at the same time, screaming and moaning, our hands groping, our
bodies pushing against each other so we could be as close as possible. It was
so good, just what I needed, what I wanted. He collapsed on top of me and lay
there for a few moments, catching his breath. I did the same, feeling my heart
pounding in my ears, my mouth open in a desperate attempt to suck in as much
air as I could.
After a while, he pulled out of me and
rolled off of me onto his back. I leaned over and slid my arm around his waist
as I looked down into his flushed face. When he opened his eyes a few seconds
later I smiled and leaned down for a kiss. “Thanks,” I whispered. He smirked.
“Thanks to you too,” he replied softly. He put his hand behind my neck and
pulled me in for another kiss, more passionate this time. I had a feeling I’d
be having trouble getting the taste of him off of my lips in the days to come.
Somewhat reluctantly, I slid out of bed and pulled on my forgotten clothes. He
propped himself up in bed and watched me, his _expression lazy with lingering
pleasure. My body was still tingling from that incredible climax, and I knew if
I didn’t leave now, I’d probably jump back into his bed and start this all over
again. He raised an eyebrow at me as I glanced over at him again, almost
inviting me to stay. I crossed the room in three strides and leaned down to him
for one last kiss. It was passionate and hot and made me want him all over
again. But we both knew better.
“I’ll
see ya around Brian,” he whispered when we broke apart. I nodded and made my
way to the door of his room. “Night Justin.” He smiled, and I left, a smile
playing on my own lips. Now that had been a great start to a long, hot
summer.
The End
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