Rooftop Ties

彼の手のことを考えずにはいられなかった。ダイナーの私の担当エリアにマークが入ってくるたび、メニューの端を叩くあの力強い指が、私の脚の間に熱をまっすぐ送り込んできた。今夜、彼はシフトの後に会おうと言った。いつものボックス席ではなく、改装のため閉鎖されていた古い屋上バーで。街は三十階下で散らばったダイヤモンドのようにきらめき、冷たい夜風が私の短い黒いウェイトレスのスカートを引っ張っていた。

“You’re late, Sophie,” he said, voice low and amused as I stepped through the service door. He stood by the railing in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, a black duffel bag at his feet. His eyes traced the way the breeze pressed the thin fabric against my nipples.

“I had to close out my last table,” I answered, pulse already racing. “What’s in the bag, Mark? You planning to tie me up and have your way with me or something?”

His slow grin made my thighs clench. “Exactly that. You’ve been teasing me for months with those little hip swings and that dirty laugh. Tonight you’re mine up here.”

緊張すべきだった。けれど、開けた空の下で無力になることを思うと、あそこがずきずきと疼いた。彼は柔らかな黒いロープを取り出し、私たちの間でそれをほどいた。街ははるか下でざわめき、遠くのクラクションやサイレンが、突然速くなった私の心臓の鼓動と混ざり合っていた。

“Strip for me, Sophie. Slow.”

My fingers trembled only a little as I unbuttoned my white blouse, letting it fall open. Cool air kissed my skin, tightening my nipples into hard peaks. I shimmied the skirt down my hips, stepping out of it in nothing but black lace panties and my work heels. Mark’s gaze devoured every inch.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, stepping close. His palms skimmed my waist, then my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts until I shivered. “Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, breath catching as he looped the rope around my wrists, knotting it snug but not cruel. The binding pulled my shoulders back, thrusting my tits forward. He tested the knots with gentle tugs that made me sway on my heels. Each little movement sent sparks through my bound arms straight to my clit.

“Mark… it feels so good already,” I whispered, voice husky. He cupped my face, kissing me deep and filthy, tongue sliding against mine while his free hand pinched one nipple hard enough to make me moan into his mouth. The contrast of soft lips and sharp fingers had me dripping.

彼はキスをやめ、暗い目をした。「何が欲しいか言ってみろ、ウェイトレス」

「こんな風に縛られたまま、私を犯してほしいの。お願い。」

Mark spun me toward the wide concrete ledge, bending me forward so my bound tits pressed against the cool stone. The city lights blurred beneath us. He yanked my panties down to my knees, spreading my legs with his foot. Two thick fingers slid straight into my soaked pussy, curling hard.

“Fuck, you’re drenched,” he growled, pumping slowly while his thumb circled my clit. I rocked back, ropes biting sweetly into my wrists, every tug sending fresh shivers across my skin. His other hand stayed on my back, stroking, teasing, never letting me forget I was completely at his mercy.

“More,” I begged, cheek against the ledge. “I need your cock, Mark. Fill me up.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my spine. “Greedy girl.” The wet sound of his zipper sent fresh heat flooding through me. Then the blunt, hot head of his dick nudged my entrance, thick and ready. He pushed in one long thrust, stretching my tight walls until I gasped.

“Oh god… so deep.” My voice cracked. He started slow, hips rolling, letting me feel every inch sliding in and out while the ropes kept my arms pinned. The angle made his cock drag perfectly over that sensitive spot inside me. Skin slapped skin, growing slicker with every stroke. His hands roamed—squeezing my ass, tracing the rope, then reaching around to roll my clit between fingers still warm from my pussy.

最初の絶頂は前触れもなく訪れ、マンコが彼をきつく締め付け、鋭い叫びが夜風に消えた。マークは止まらなかった。彼は抜き、私をくるりと向き合わせ、縁に持ち上げて、縛られた腕がバランスを取るために後ろに置かれるようにした。私の脚は本能的に彼の腰に巻き付いた。

「こっちを見て」と彼は命じ、一気に奥まで挿入した。この体位なら、彼は私を抱きながらキスができる——塩と欲望の味がする、熱く開いた口のキス。私たちの体はより大きくぶつかり合い、彼の力強い腰の動きに合わせて私の胸が彼の胸に弾む。眼下には果てしなく広がる街、私の揺れるかかとの下に。

“Harder,” I panted between kisses. “I want to feel you tomorrow when I serve your coffee.”

He laughed breathlessly, gripping my hips and pounding deeper. Sweat slicked our skin. Every thrust jolted pleasure through me until another orgasm built fast and vicious. This time he joined me—groaning my name as his cock pulsed, flooding my pussy with thick, hot cum. I milked every drop, trembling, ropes digging into my wrists as waves of pleasure crashed over us.

私たちは体を密着させたまま、荒い息を吐き、額を近づけていた。やがて彼は慎重な指つきで私の拘束を解き、手首に残るかすかな赤い跡をさすり、優しくキスをした。

“Next shift, I’m ordering the special,” he teased, voice warm. “And maybe a side of rope.”

私は軽く浮かれたように笑い、彼を引き寄せてもう一度ゆっくりとキスをした。眼下では街の灯りが遠くで輝き続けていた。