Rooftop Stud

The city lights glittered like scattered jewels below us as the last students rolled up their mats and headed for the stairs. My pulse hammered harder than it should after a simple vinyasa flow. Elena, our yoga teacher, had watched me the entire class—her eyes lingering on the way my sweat-soaked tank clung to my chest, the obvious bulge in my shorts when we moved into warrior poses.

She was a vision in tight black leggings that hugged her firm ass and a cropped top that barely contained her full tits. At thirty-two, Elena moved like liquid sex, every stretch and bend a deliberate tease. Tonight the rooftop studio was ours alone after she asked me to stay behind “to work on your alignment.”

“You’ve been staring at my cock all evening, Elena,” I said, voice low as I stepped closer, the warm night breeze carrying the scent of her coconut lotion and clean sweat. “Something you need?”

She bit her lip, cheeks flushing under the string lights. “Maybe I have, Marcus. You’re built like a fucking stud—thick thighs, that fat dick swinging every time you drop into downward dog. Makes a girl wet just watching.”

My hands were on her waist before she finished speaking. I pulled her against me, letting her feel exactly how hard I’d been since the first sun salutation. Her nipples poked through the thin fabric, begging for attention.

“Fuck, you’re direct,” I growled, sliding one hand down to squeeze her juicy ass. “I like that.”

Elena moaned softly, grinding her mound against my thigh. “I’ve wanted this cock since you joined my evening class three weeks ago. All that muscle… you’re a goddamn stud, Marcus. Take me right here. I don’t want slow and gentle—I want you to fuck me stupid under the stars.”

I didn’t need telling twice. In one motion I yanked her leggings and thong down to her knees, exposing her shaved, glistening pussy. The city hummed far below as I dropped to my knees and buried my face between her thighs. My tongue dragged up her wet slit, circling her swollen clit while she grabbed fistfuls of my hair.

“Oh shit… yes, right there,” she gasped, hips bucking. “Lick my pussy like that, stud. Deeper—fuck, your tongue feels so good.”

I sucked her clit between my lips, two thick fingers plunging into her tight cunt, curling hard against her g-spot. Elena’s legs shook. Juices ran down my chin as she rode my face, moaning loud enough that I hoped the wind would carry it away.

“Don’t stop—I'm gonna cum already,” she whined. Her walls clamped around my fingers as she shattered, a hot gush flooding my mouth. I kept licking through her orgasm until she was trembling and breathless.

Rising, I shoved my shorts down. My heavy cock sprang free, veined and leaking, easily nine inches and thick as her wrist. Elena’s eyes widened with raw hunger.

“Jesus, look at that dick. No wonder you walk like you own every room.” She wrapped both hands around my shaft, stroking roughly. “I need it inside me. Now.”

I spun her around, bending her over the wide wooden railing that overlooked the glittering skyline. Her ass looked incredible—round, smooth, and presented like an offering. I slapped my cock against her soaked folds, teasing her entrance.

“Beg for it, Elena. Tell me how bad this stud’s cock is gonna stretch your pretty pussy.”

“Please, Marcus—fuck me hard. Wreck my cunt with that massive dick. I want every inch,” she panted, pushing back desperately.

I drove forward in one brutal thrust, burying myself balls-deep. Her walls fluttered wildly around me, hot and silky. Elena cried out, the sound echoing off nearby buildings.

“Fuuuuck, you’re splitting me open—so big—oh god, don’t stop!”

I gripped her hips and started pounding, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with the distant traffic. Each thrust made her tits bounce beneath her top. I reached around to pinch her nipples, rolling them hard while I railed her from behind.

“You feel that, baby? That fat cock owning your pussy?” I grunted, sweat dripping down my back. “So fucking tight… gripping me like you never want me to leave.”

“Harder—please—fuck me like the slut I am tonight,” she begged, voice breaking on every stroke. I gave it to her, hips snapping fast, my balls smacking her clit. The railing creaked under us. I pulled her hair, arching her back so I could bite the side of her neck.

After a few minutes I pulled out, spinning her to face me. “On your back. I want to watch your face when I fill you.”

Elena kicked her leggings off completely and lay down on the thick yoga mats, legs spread wide. I knelt between them, hooked her ankles over my shoulders, and sank back in. The new angle let me grind against her clit with every deep thrust. Her pussy made obscene wet sounds as I drove into her again and again.

“Yes—right there—your cock is hitting so deep,” she moaned, nails raking down my chest. “I’m gonna cum again—don’t you dare slow down, stud.”

I pounded faster, sweat flying, the city lights blurring above her blissed-out face. Her walls started pulsing, milking me. Elena’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as her second orgasm crashed through her, juices squirting around my shaft and soaking the mat.

The sight and feel of her cumming pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and roared, thick ropes of cum erupting straight into her spasming cunt. Pulse after pulse until it overflowed, dripping down her ass as I kept grinding through the aftershocks.

We stayed locked together, panting, the warm night air cooling our skin. Elena smiled lazily, tracing a finger over my abs.

“Best alignment session ever,” she whispered, squeezing her pussy around my softening cock. “Same time next week, stud?”

I kissed her hard, already feeling myself twitch back to life inside her.

“Wouldn’t miss it for anything.”