City Lights

"Nunca había hecho esto antes."

Maya said it like a confession, her voice barely cutting through the hum of the city below. The rooftop was warm, the breeze carrying exhaust and the distant thump of a club two blocks over. Leo leaned against the low wall, watching her silhouette against the neon glow.

"Me neither," he said, and meant it. Not like this. Not with someone he'd met twenty minutes ago in a dive bar bathroom, trading looks over the sink while she fixed her eyeliner.

She laughed, low and rough. "Liar."

"I swear." He stepped closer. The gravel crunched under his boots. "I don't usually... you know. Follow strangers onto roofs."

"Good." She turned to face him. The city lights painted her in red and blue. "Neither do I."

His heart was pounding so hard he could feel it in his throat. She was beautiful in that messy, real way — dark hair escaping a ponytail, a rip in her jeans at the knee. Her eyes kept dropping to his mouth.

"So what now?" he asked.

She answered by grabbing his shirt and pulling him into a kiss.

It was hungry from the start. No slow build, no tentative touching — her tongue slid against his, her fingers twisted in the fabric at his chest. He groaned and pushed her back against the wall, and she gasped into his mouth.

"Fuck," she breathed. "Okay. Yeah."

His hands found her waist, her hip, the curve of her ass through those ripped jeans. She arched into him, and he felt the heat of her, the way her breath caught when he pressed closer.

"I want..." She paused, licked her lips. "I want your cock in my mouth."

The words hit him like a punch. His dick twitched in his jeans, already hard from the kiss, from her body against his.

"Here?" He glanced around — the rooftop was empty, but the city was right there, windows lit up across the street.

"Here." She was already dropping to her knees, gravel crunching under her. "Right here."

His hands shook as he unbuckled his belt. She watched him, eyes dark and patient, and when he pulled his jeans down enough to free his cock, she let out a small, satisfied sound.

"God," she said, wrapping her fingers around the base. "You're big."

He couldn't find words. She leaned in and took him in her mouth.

The warmth of her tongue, the wet seal of her lips — he let his head fall back, a groan escaping his throat. She started slow, teasing, her tongue tracing the vein along the side. Her hand worked what her mouth couldn't reach, steady and firm.

"Fuck, Maya..."

She hummed around him, and the vibration nearly made his knees buckle. She pulled off just long enough to say, "You can move. Just... don't hold back."

He didn't need to be told twice.

He found a rhythm, shallow at first, his hands tangled in her hair. She took it, took him, her eyes fluttering closed, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. The sounds she made — wet, greedy — drove him crazy. He thrust deeper, and she gagged, just a little, but she didn't pull away. If anything, she pushed forward, taking him further.

"Like that?" he rasped.

She nodded as best she could, her nose brushing his pelvis. A string of saliva connected them when she pulled back, then she dove in again, hungrier.

The city hummed below them. A siren wailed somewhere distant. None of it mattered. There was only her mouth, her tongue, the way she looked up at him with those dark eyes while she worked him.

"Close," he warned. "Maya, I'm gonna—"

She didn't stop. She doubled down, her hand squeezing the base, her throat opening for him. He came with a strangled cry, his hips stuttering, his fingers tightening in her hair. She swallowed, kept swallowing until he was empty, then pulled off with a wet pop.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned up at him.

"Told you I've never done that before."

He laughed, breathless, and pulled her to her feet. "You're a natural."

She kissed him, tasting of salt and herself. "Let's go somewhere comfortable."

He didn't argue. They walked back to the stairwell, hand in hand, the city still glowing below them.