Rooftop Muse

"You keep shifting like that and I'm never finishing this sketch," Lena murmured, her charcoal hovering above the thick paper.

The late afternoon sun baked the rooftop terrace, turning the city skyline into a hazy orange backdrop. Wind tugged at the edges of her oversized button-down shirt, the only thing she wore besides thin lace panties. Marcus stood ten feet away, completely naked, his muscular frame gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. His thick cock hung heavy between his thighs, already half-hard from the way her eyes kept drifting to it instead of the lines she was supposed to capture.

"Can't help it," he said, voice low and rough. "You look at my dick like you want to eat it, Lena. Makes it... react."

Heat flushed up her neck. She set the sketchpad on the low concrete ledge and crossed the space between them in three strides. Her fingers brushed his chest first, tracing the ridges of muscle, then lower, over his abs. The buttons of her shirt felt tight suddenly, constricting.

"Take this off me," she whispered, pressing her body against his. "Slowly. I want to feel every button give way while you watch."

Marcus's hands were big and warm. He started at the top, popping the first button with deliberate care. The fabric parted, revealing the swell of her breasts. His cock twitched against her stomach, growing thicker, the head flushing dark.

"Like this?" he asked, eyes locked on hers as the second button slipped free. "You smell so fucking good up here. City air, paint, and that sweet wet pussy I can already taste on the wind."

Lena moaned softly when the third button opened, cool breeze kissing her nipples. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his now fully erect dick, stroking the hot length with slow, firm pulls. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, slicking her palm.

"Harder," she breathed. "I need this thick cock inside me before the sun drops."

He finished the last buttons in a rush, shoving the shirt off her shoulders. It fluttered to the rooftop floor like a surrendered flag. Marcus hooked his thumbs in her panties and dragged them down her legs, leaving her completely bare under the open sky. His mouth found her neck, sucking lightly as one hand cupped her breast, thumb circling the stiff peak.

Lena backed him toward the wide cushioned lounge chair they used for breaks. She pushed him down so he sat, legs spread, that impressive dick standing straight up, veined and pulsing. Straddling him, she gripped the base and rubbed the swollen head along her slick pussy lips, coating him in her wetness.

"Look at you," she said, voice shaking with need. "So big. Going to stretch me just right up here where anyone with binoculars could see."

"Then let them watch," Marcus growled. He grabbed her hips and pulled her down.

The first inch of his cock speared into her tight heat, making her gasp. She sank lower, taking more, feeling every ridge and vein drag along her inner walls. When she bottomed out, full and aching, they both groaned. The city hummed far below them, distant car horns mixing with the wet sounds of her pussy gripping him.

Lena rocked her hips in tight circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Marcus thrust up to meet her, hands squeezing her ass, spreading her cheeks so the breeze teased her other hole. The pace quickened, turning bold and desperate. She rode him harder, tits bouncing, her moans carrying across the rooftop.

"Fuck, your dick feels perfect," she panted, nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop... right there..."

He flipped them suddenly, laying her back on the wide chair. Now on top, Marcus drove into her with deep, powerful strokes, the wet slap of skin loud in the open air. Lena wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his firm ass. One of his hands pinned her wrist above her head while the other pinched her nipple, sending sparks through her.

Her orgasm hit first, sudden and shattering. Her pussy clenched around his thrusting cock, juices flooding out to soak his balls. She cried out, back arching, vision blurring with the sunset colors.

Marcus kept pounding through it, chasing his own release. "Gonna fill you up," he grunted, voice breaking. "Take every drop."

With a final deep thrust, he came hard, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum flooded her spasming pussy. They stayed locked together, breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat.

Later, as morning light spilled over the same rooftop, Lena poured coffee into two mugs. She wore his discarded shirt again, buttons mostly undone. Marcus leaned against the ledge, now in loose pants, watching her with a lazy smile.

"You going to actually draw me today?" he teased, sipping from his mug.

Lena glanced at the bulge in his pants, then met his eyes, a spark of fresh desire flickering. "Maybe. Or maybe I'll just keep studying... this." She reached out, tracing one finger along the outline of his dick through the fabric.

They both laughed softly, the city waking up beneath them, already wondering what the next session would bring.