Rooftop Ride

The city hummed below us, a river of gold and red lights, and the wind up here was cool against my skin. I’d been training Lena for six months, and every session was a slow, agonizing study in self-control. Tonight, she’d asked me to help her stretch, up on the roof of her building, under a sky bruised with stars. The fuck was I thinking? That I wouldn’t notice the way her tank top clung to her tits, or the thin line of her shorts riding up her ass?

“Okay, coach,” she said, turning to face me, a wicked little smile on her lips. “What’s first?”

“Hamstrings,” I managed, my voice rougher than I intended. “Feet apart, reach for the ground.”

She bent over, her spine a perfect curve, the fabric of her shorts pulling tight across her round ass. I could see the faint outline of her thong. My cock stiffened instantly, a painful pressure in my jeans. I tried to focus on her form, but her skin was slick with a light sheen of sweat, and I could smell her, a faint, floral scent mixed with something muskier.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked, her voice muffled.

“You need to go lower,” I said, stepping behind her. My hands landed on her hips, and the heat of her seared through the thin cotton. I guided her down, my thumbs brushing the top of her ass. She gasped softly.

“There,” I whispered. “Hold it.”

She held the stretch, and I didn't move. The silence was thick. I could feel the tension in her muscles, the trembling. Then, she straightened up, turning to face me. Her eyes were dark, pupils blown wide.

“Your turn,” she said, her voice low. She reached for the button of my jeans and undid it with practiced ease. “Let me help you relax.”

Before I could speak, she had my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free, hard and aching. She wrapped her fingers around the base, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. “Jesus, Lena,” I groaned.

“Just returning the favor,” she purred, and then she was on her knees, her mouth closing over the head of my dick.

Her tongue was hot and wet, circling the tip before she took more of me in. I tangled my fingers in her hair, guiding her, and she moaned, the vibration making my knees weak. She took me deep, her throat relaxing, and I felt the back of her throat as she swallowed around me. I watched her, her lips stretched wide, her eyes looking up at me, and I was done for.

「やめて」と私は息を吐いた。「君の中に入りたい。」

She let go of me with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to my cock. She stood, peeling off her tank top in one fluid motion. Her tits were perfect, full and round, her nipples dark and hard. I reached out, cupping them, feeling the weight of them in my hands. She sighed, pressing into my touch.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down. She wasn't wearing panties. Her pussy was bare, glistening with wetness. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” I said.

“Always,” she whispered, stepping out of her shorts.

I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist. I carried her to a low concrete wall that bordered the roof, setting her ass on the edge. The city sprawled below us, a million lights. She leaned back, propping herself up on her hands, her eyes locked on mine. I guided my cock to her entrance, sliding the head through her slick folds. She bit her lip, her breath hitching.

I pushed inside her. Slowly. Inch by inch. She was so tight, so hot. She let out a long, shuddering moan, her head falling back. I filled her completely, then stilled, letting her adjust.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded. “Fuck me, Danny.”

I pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in. She cried out, her nails digging into the concrete. I set a rhythm, a hard, fast pace that had her tits bouncing. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the open air. Her pussy was gripping me, milking me.

“Yes, right there,” she gasped. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I leaned forward, taking one of her nipples in my mouth, biting down gently. She arched her back, pushing herself harder against me. I could feel my own climax building, a tightening at the base of my spine.

“I’m going to come,” I grunted.

“Inside me,” she begged. “Come inside me, Danny.”

That did it. I drove into her one last time, burying myself to the hilt, and came with a guttural groan. My cock pulsed, pumping my cum deep inside her. She clenched around me, a high, keening wail escaping her lips as she came with me, her body shaking.

Afterwards, we stayed tangled together, my cock still softening inside her. The wind was cool on our sweaty skin. I pulled her close, my lips brushing her forehead.

“So,” she whispered, her voice lazy and content, “does that count as my cooldown?”

I laughed, a low rumble in my chest. “I think we’re going to need to work on your recovery routine,” I said, kissing her neck. “A lot.”