Above the City Lights

I never thought I'd be here, watching the city sprawl beneath us like a carpet of scattered diamonds. The rooftop of our apartment building had become our secret, mine and Marcus's, and I knew I was playing with fire. My husband, David, was away on business again, and the loneliness had a way of making me do stupid things.

"So you finally came," Marcus said, his voice low and rough, stepping out of the shadows. His silhouette was sharp against the glow of the skyline, and I could feel the heat of him even from a few feet away.

"I shouldn't be here," I whispered, but my feet didn't move.

"You've been saying that for a week, Lena." He stepped closer, and I could smell his cologne mixed with the night air. "But you keep coming back."

"David would kill me if he knew."

"David's not here." His hand found my waist, and I shivered. "I've watched you, you know. From my balcony. The way you walk, the way you smile. I've thought about this so many times."

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. "Marcus..."

"Tell me to stop, and I will." His thumb traced circles on my hip. "But I don't think you want me to."

I didn't. God help me, I didn't. I pressed my body against his, feeling his erection through his jeans, and I heard him groan.

"You're so beautiful," he breathed against my neck, his lips tracing a path to my ear. "I want to fuck you right here, under the stars."

The rooftop was our world, private and exposed all at once. The distant hum of traffic and the occasional siren were the only sounds, along with our ragged breathing.

I reached down and unzipped his jeans, freeing his cock. It was thick and hard, and I wrapped my fingers around it, feeling the heat of his skin. He hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck, Lena."

I stroked him slowly, teasingly, while his hands worked at my skirt, pulling it up around my waist. He groaned when he found I wasn't wearing panties.

"Jesus, you came prepared."

"I hoped," I admitted, my voice shaking.

He turned me around, bending me over the low concrete ledge. The city spread out before me, a thousand windows and lights, and anyone could have seen us if they'd looked up. The thought made me wetter.

"Spread your legs," he ordered, his voice thick with desire.

I obeyed, and he pushed his cock against my entrance, not entering yet, just teasing me with the pressure. I moaned, pressing back against him.

"Please, Marcus."

"Please what?" He ran his hand down my spine, making me arch.

"Please fuck me."

He drove into me in one smooth thrust, and I gasped at the fullness. He was bigger than David, and the stretch was exquisite. He started moving, slow at first, letting me feel every inch of him sliding in and out.

"You feel so good," he grunted, his fingers digging into my hips. "So wet, so tight."

I couldn't speak. The view of the city, the night breeze on my bare skin, the feel of him filling me—it was overwhelming. I gripped the edge of the ledge, my knuckles white.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Each one sent a shockwave through my body, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.

"That's it," he whispered. "Take it all."

He reached around and found my clit, rubbing it in circles as he pounded into me. I was already close, trembling on the edge, and his fingers pushed me over. I came with a shuddering gasp, my inner walls clenching around him.

He didn't stop. He pulled out and spun me around, lifting me onto the ledge. My legs wrapped around his waist, and he sank into me again, this time facing me, so I could see his face contorted with pleasure.

"Look at me," he commanded.

I did. His dark eyes were burning into mine as he fucked me, slow and deep, each thrust hitting a spot that made my vision blur.

"I'm going to cum," he warned, his voice strained.

「中に出して。」

He groaned and buried his face in my neck as he came, his body shuddering against mine. I felt his warmth flooding me, and I held him tight, my legs still wrapped around him.

For a moment, there was only our breathing and the hum of the city below.

Then his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He pulled away, fumbling for it, and I saw the name on the screen: *David*.

My blood ran cold.

"It's your husband," Marcus said, his eyes wide. "He's calling me."

We stared at each other, the night air suddenly freezing.

"Hello?" Marcus answered, and I watched his face go pale. "Yeah, she's here. We're... we're on the roof."