Rooftop Reunion

“You still wear it.”

マーラは振り返り、古い客室乗務員の制服のネイビーの布地が夕風に揺れた。レオは屋上のドアのそばに立ち、ポケットに手を入れ、3年ぶりに見るあの歪んだ笑顔が都会の霞を切り裂いていた。

“It still fits,” I said, smoothing the skirt. “Some things don’t change.”

彼が近づいてくる。彼の匂い——煙草の煙と白檀——が、埋めたはずの記憶のように私に襲いかかった。彼の背後でスカイラインが燃え上がり、窓が金色とピンクにきらめいていた。

“You look like you’re about to board a flight to nowhere.”

“Maybe I am.”

He stopped a foot away, close enough that I could see the grey threading his temples, the way his jaw tightened when he looked at my legs. The rooftop hummed with distant traffic, a helicopter thumping somewhere over the river.

「君の話し方が恋しかった」と彼は言った。「あの洗練された態度の下に、汚いものを隠してるんだろ。」

My pulse kicked. “You always did like digging for it.”

He reached out, fingertips brushing the brass zipper at my collar. The metal was cool, his touch warm. I didn’t pull away.

「マーラ。」彼の声が低くなった。「なぜ俺に電話したんだ？」

嘘をつくこともできた。けじめが欲しかった、一杯飲みたかった、近況報告がしたかった、と言うことも。でも真実はもっとシンプルで、もっと熱く、太ももの間で秘密のように押し迫っていた。

「だって、3年間ずっとあなたのペニスのことを考えてきたから」と私は言った。「もう乗り越えたふりをするのに疲れたの。」

His breath caught. Then his mouth was on mine, hard and hungry, his hand fisting the front of my uniform blouse. I gasped against his lips, and he swallowed the sound, pushing me back against the rooftop railing. The metal bit into my hips, the city sprawled below us, a million strangers unaware.

「くそ、まだこんなにきついんだな」と彼は呟き、私のスカートを太ももまでまくり上げた。履いていたストッキング——黒で、後ろに縫い目があるやつ——は、計算の上だった。彼は気づいて、親指でそのラインをなぞった。

“I wore them for you.”

He groaned, pressing his forehead to mine. “I’m not going to last if you keep talking like that.”

“Then don’t.”

He spun me around, bending me over the railing. The view was dizzying—the river, the bridges, the blinking lights of planes descending. I braced my hands on the cold metal, arching my back as he yanked my panties down to my knees.

“Look at you,” he breathed, fingers sliding through my wetness. “Soaked already. For me?”

“Yes. God, Leo, just fuck me.”

彼は待たなかった。一突きで彼のペニスを私の中に突き入れ、私は声を上げ、唇を噛んで音を抑えた。彼は私が覚えているより太くなっていた。それとも、ただ私が必死だっただけか。彼が奥まで届くたびに、私は彼を締め付けた。

「静かに」と彼はささやき、手で私の口をふさいだ。「街中に聞かせたいのか？」

I shook my head, but my hips pushed back against him, greedy. He laughed, low and filthy, and started to move.

The rhythm was brutal, perfect. His balls slapped against my clit, his fingers digging into my hips as he fucked me over the railing. The wind whipped my hair across my face, the uniform skirt bunched around my waist, my blouse half-untucked. I could smell him, sweat and leather, feel the heat of his chest against my back when he leaned over me.

“You feel like heaven,” he grunted. “Like you never left.”

答えようとしたが、彼の手はまだ私の口を覆っていて、私は彼の手のひらにうめくことしかできなかった。彼がより深く角度をつけ、膝が崩れるような場所を突くたびに。

「そうだ」と彼は言った。「受け入れろ。全部受け入れろ。」

He pulled out and spun me around, lifting me onto the railing’s edge. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the city spinning behind me, and he drove back in, filling me completely. I clawed at his shoulders, the fabric of his shirt bunching under my nails.

“Look at me,” he demanded.

I did. His eyes were dark, pupils blown, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He looked like he was falling apart, and I loved it.

“I’m close,” I gasped.

“Me too. Come with me, Mara.”

He fucked me harder, faster, the railing groaning under our weight. My orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through me, and I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. He followed a second later, burying his face in my neck as he came inside me, hot and thick, his whole body shuddering.

For a long moment, neither of us moved. The city hummed below, the wind cooled our skin.

「あなたが戻ってくるんじゃないかと、ずっと半分期待してた」と私は囁いた。

彼は身を引き、私の顔から一筋の髪を払いのけた。「去ったのは、そうしたかったからじゃない。」

“You left anyway.”

彼は私にキスをした。今度は優しく、穏やかに。「わかってる。」

I slid down from the railing, my legs shaky. He helped me fix my skirt, his hands gentle now, a world away from the man who’d just fucked me senseless.

“Same time tomorrow?” he asked.

I smiled, straightening my collar. “I’ll wear the uniform.”

CATEGORIES: [Uniform, Rooftop, Ex-Girlfriend, Just the Two of Us, Passionate Sex]