Too Fucking Hot

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Jenna took a swig of beer, then went back to running the cold bottle over her skin. She rolled it along her arm, pressing it against the soft crook of her elbow for a few moments. Then she held it to her temple. A little buzzed, she decided what the hell, leaned back, let her knees sag open, and brought the bottle between her thighs. It was deliciously cool against the soft, tender skin just below her boxer shorts. Slow, easy strokes and her taut nubs were aching. Shedding her last inhibition, Jenna dragged the bottle along the entire length of her pussy. As she ground it against her clit in gentle circles, the fabric at her crotch grew saturated from both sides.

Upstairs, Patrick’s screen door slammed, snapping Jenna out of her private world. She hastily set the beer bottle down on a step, and none too soon, because he appeared with a gin and tonic in his hand and came to sit on the step just above hers.

He’d changed from his street clothes into his own “heat-survival” outfit: a pair of baggy, green swim trunks. Jenna let her eyes sweep over his broad chest and briefly imagined teasing her fingers through the light fuzz of hair on his pecs. Then, smiling at him, she raised her beer bottle and said, “Cheers.”

Patrick grinned back and clinked his glass to her bottle. “Cheers.”

They sat and sipped their drinks for a few minutes, exchanging mundane chit-chat about the day and the heat. Jenna finished her beer and was about to get up and get another when she noticed the intensity of Patrick’s gaze on her. He was so caught up in staring, she realized, that he didn’t notice her looking back. Glancing down, Jenna discovered that as they’d been talking, she’d leaned forward slightly to rest her elbows on her knees. Her tank top, damp though it was, had peeled away from her skin and hung just loose enough that, from his seat on the step above her, Patrick could see her naked breasts.

That did it. Jenna decided she should see just how interested he was.

She looked at her empty beer bottle and mused, “You know, I think the main appeal of beer in this weather is that you can cool yourself off by pressing the bottle against your skin.”

Laughing, Patrick rattled the ice in his near-empty glass and said, “Same with this.” As an afterthought, he held it against his throat.

“That looks like heaven. I think I’m going to go get myself some ice,” Jenna announced.

“Here, have some of mine,” Patrick offered. He reached into his glass, pulled out a dripping ice cube and extended it to her.

Rather than taking it, Jenna just smiled, closed her eyes and tilted her chin slightly in invitation.

After a few, hesitant seconds, she felt the brush of fingertips and wet ice along her jaw line and then down the smooth column of her neck.

“Oooh, that feels good,” she moaned, her eyes still shut.

The icy, wet trail continued around to the nape of her neck and Jenna held her long, brown hair away from her shoulders in a clear invitation to Patrick to continue teasing her with the ice cube. He traced light circles on her shoulder, then ran the welcome chill along her collar bone, pausing at the center long enough to send thin, melting streams down her chest. As the trickle of water slid over the curve of her breast, Jenna felt him move the ice cube just enough to adjust the flow so it ran directly over her nipple.

She shivered and let out a breathy moan. The ice cube was removed.

A moment later, Jenna felt it rubbing lightly over her straining nipple through her cotton tank top. Ecstatic, she arched into that teasing, delicate touch. Moisture began to pool between her nether lips as she felt Patrick circle the ice cube in broad strokes over her areola and nudge her hardened, fleshy bud.

Opening her eyes, Jenna looked up at Patrick to see him staring raptly back at her, but also somewhat uncertainly, like he wasn’t sure how far he could go. Her gaze locked with his, she laid back against the stairs and slowly raised the hem of her tank top, baring her breasts.

Patrick just breathed. Slowly, he shifted to position himself over her, took another ice cube out of his glass, and slipped it in his mouth. Then, he lowered his head to her breast and closed his lips around one tender peak. Jenna let out a gasping yelp that immediately became a satisfied groan as he bathed her pebbled flesh in a frigid wash, lightly flicking with his tongue. Patrick began rhythmically sucking, his cool, wet lips lightly squeezing her tender peaks, steadily increasing the pressure of his milking motion. As he drew her yielding flesh in and out, her body obeyed his skilled command and began to release a flow of salty, feminine juices from her pussy.

As he suckled at her, one hand roamed up from the curve of her hip to cup her other breast. Gentle lips and tongue soon gave way to teeth. Carefully, Patrick bit down until his teeth held her nipple like pincers, then stretched her fleshy tip taut. Her moans grew louder as he dropped his hand from her breast down to her buttocks. Jenna parted her thighs to let him settle in between.

Immediately, he cupped her fleshy cheeks in both hands and ground her against him, rubbing his erection along her pussy. At Jenna’s fevered encouragements, Patrick slid his thumbs inside the legs of her boxer shorts and held apart her slick folds, allowing him to brush his straining cock as close as he could possibly get with their clothes still on.

“Oh, God, Patrick, can we go inside? I really want you to fuck me,” Jenna murmured.

Letting her nipple slip from his mouth with a wet pop, Patrick raised his eyes to hers and chuckled, “I thought you’d never ask. So…” he hesitated, momentarily sheepish. “Uh, your place or mine?”

Okay, so it was kind of funny. Jenna grinned. “Mine. It’s closer.”

They were barely inside her apartment when Patrick tugged her sweaty shirt up and over her head, tossing it on the floor as he pulled her into a hard kiss. Their tongues dueled as each of them fumbled with the other’s waistband and dragged their shorts down. Parting only for the few seconds it took to shove their shorts completely down and off, their mouths dove back together and they slowly devoured each other. Jenna felt Patrick’s hands cup her buttocks and as he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist.

His hard, thick cock nudged its way between her engorged pussy lips.

“Can I fuck you here? On the table?” Patrick panted, shifting her weight slightly so that the slippery tip of his penis teased at her opening.

“Mmm…unh…no, not sturdy enough,” Jenna managed to grunt out. “Bed’s the best.”

Patrick groaned in disappointment, but staggered back toward her bedroom, carrying her on his hips and stumbling occasionally because he couldn’t bring himself to stop kissing her.

When they finally reached the bed, he didn’t bother with finesse. He slid her body down and followed with his, not losing contact for a second.

Jenna was in heaven. Patrick was giving her exactly what she wanted, what she needed, and it was hard and fast. He eased her thighs apart and leaned down, resting his shoulders in between and forcing her legs open even wider. With delicate fingers, he opened her pussy to him and lowered his mouth to flick at her throbbing clit with his tongue. Jenna’s breath hitched. She raised her hips, grasped Patrick’s head very lightly, and slowly began rocking her hot, wet cunt against his face. Patrick pushed his tongue into her slick channel and let her fuck into him.

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