一万ドルのお願い

自宅のドアに鍵が差し込まれる音が聞こえて、心臓が胸からすっぽ抜けるかと思った。もうすぐ八時。夫が今にもあのドアを開けて入ってくる。なのに私は隣人の玄関先に立っていて、汗ばんだ手のひらに握りしめたスマホがまるで自分を救ってくれるかのようだった。

"Derek… I'm sorry, I know it's late. I really need ten grand. Just until tomorrow. I told my husband my mother's friend got sick, but he'll be home any minute…" My voice was shaking, and I could hear how pathetic I sounded.

Derek stood in the dim glow of his entryway, tall, wearing a worn-out t-shirt. He didn't answer right away. He just stared at my tits, heaving under the thin summer dress. I always knew he looked. Tonight, he wasn't even bothering to hide it.

"Ten grand?" he drawled, pushing the door shut behind me. The lock clicking sounded like a gunshot. "And what's in it for me, Lily?"

頬に熱が込み上げた。彼のコロンが、ムスクのような男らしい香りと混ざり合って、強烈に私を襲った。罪悪感が腹の奥で燃えていたけれど、脚の間にはすでに裏切りの温もりが広がり始めていた。

"I… I'll pay you back next week, I swear. Please."

He stepped closer. His hand found my waist, fingers digging into the soft curve of my hip through the fabric.

「金の話をしているんじゃない。分かっているだろう。」彼の声は低くなり、ほとんど唸り声だった。「膝をつけ。ここでだ。俺のをしゃぶれ。そうすれば金はお前のものだ。」

I froze. My head was screaming: *What are you doing, you idiot… your husband's probably in the elevator right now.* But my body wasn't listening. The desire I'd been burying for months surged up, hot and unstoppable.

"You're serious?" I whispered, even as I was already sinking down, my knees hitting the cold tile of his hallway.

"Dead serious." He unzipped his jeans. His cock sprang out, heavy, already rock hard. Thick, with a swollen head. The smell of his arousal hit my face. "Come on, Lily. Clock's ticking, you said it yourself."

私は彼のペニスを指で包み込んだ。熱い。脈打っている。手が震えていた。罪悪感が生々しい淫らな欲望と混ざり合い、私をもっと濡れさせた。

"Just… just be quick," I breathed, and before I could talk myself out of it, I took him in my mouth.

デレクはうめき声を上げ、指を私の髪に絡めた。

"Fuck, yeah… just like that. Deeper. I've wanted to see you on your knees for months."

I worked my tongue over the head, taking him as deep as I could. Saliva ran down my chin, dripping onto my chest. The dress slipped off one shoulder, and my heavy tit nearly popped out entirely. I could hear his breathing grow ragged, his thighs starting to tremble.

「ん……いい子だ」と彼は低く唸った。「もっと深く咥えろ。夫がそのドアのすぐ外にいると思え。」

A bolt of electricity went through me at those words. I moaned around his cock, squeezing my thighs together. My clit was throbbing so hard it ached. I wanted to rub against his leg like a cat in heat. I sucked faster, hollowing my cheeks, feeling the head push against the back of my throat.

「リリー…イきそうだ…」彼は腰を動かし始め、短く鋭い突きで私の口を犯した。

I grabbed his ass, pulling him deeper. Tears stung my eyes, but not from pain—from the forbidden, filthy bliss of it. The thought looped through my head: *I'm a wife… this isn't me… but God, I want it.*

"I'm coming!" he hissed, driving in deep.

Hot cum flooded my throat in thick, pulsing spurts. I swallowed, choking a little, tasting the salt on my tongue. Some of it escaped the corner of my mouth, trickling down my chin onto my neck. He held my head, riding it out until he was empty.

When he finally let go, I was breathing hard, still on my knees. My lips were swollen, my eyes glazed.

Derek pulled two bills from his pocket—five thousand each—and pressed them into my palm. His fingers were slick with my spit.

"Here. And come back anytime you need help." He smirked, zipping himself up.

私は立ち上がり、手の甲で口元を拭った。脚は震えていた。ドレスは汚れ、髪はめちゃくちゃだった。

「私…私、こんな人間じゃないんです」と私は静かに言った。でも体はまだ熱くうずいていた。

"Of course you're not," he said, winking. "That's why you sucked me off so sweetly."

The elevator dinged in the hallway. I went cold.

"My husband…" I whispered, and bolted out the door.

Already at my own door, I heard Derek's low laugh from behind his. I shoved the cash into my purse, feeling the slick between my thighs. And I knew, with absolute certainty, that ten grand was just the beginning.