Rooftop Shed

当我们跌跌撞撞地闯进那个旧屋顶棚屋时，滚烫的手掌已经滑进我薄薄的衬衫下面。城市在远处低鸣，摩天大楼的灯光在傍晚的薄雾中闪烁，但在这里，在布满灰尘的板条箱和散发着木头香气的木板之间，每一声窸窣都比我自己的心跳还要响亮。

“米沙，你他妈疯了吧……”我喘着气，背抵着粗糙的墙壁。他的手指已经在解扣子，我能感觉到乳头因凉风和那灼热的目光而挺立。“要是保安上来怎么办？这里有警报系统……”

"Then we'll be very quiet, Lena," he whispered with that same mischievous grin that always made me wet between my legs. "Or very loud. Your call."

I laughed, but the laugh quickly dissolved into a soft moan: his hand had already slipped under my skirt, fingers confidently pushing aside my panties and gliding over my slick folds. He wasn't in a hurry. With the tip of his middle finger, Misha circled my clit, barely touching, teasing. I grabbed his wrist, but not to push him away—I pressed him harder.

“就像那样……再深一点，”我贴着他的嘴唇低语。“今晚别逗我了，我已经湿透了。”

他低声笑了笑，咬住我的下唇，然后一个流畅的动作把两根手指插了进去。湿滑的声音充满了狭小的棚屋。我向后弓起身子，感觉他的指节缓缓摩擦着我体内敏感的肉壁。米沙的眼睛在半明半暗中闪着光——他没有看向破裂窗外的城市，只看着我，看着我咬住嘴唇以免叫得太大声的样子。

"Look how fucking wet you are…" he whispered right into my ear, speeding up. "We agreed on an experiment, remember? You wanted to feel what it's like when someone could walk in any second."

I nodded, my breath catching. Misha's fingers worked in a rhythm: deep and slow, then fast and shallow, then suddenly stopping—and I'd start grinding my hips, fucking myself on them. My juices were already running down his wrist, dripping onto the dusty floor. The smell of our arousal mixed with old wood and dry hay piled in the corner.

"I want all of you," I gasped, fumbling with his belt with shaking hands. His cock sprang free—hot, heavy, the head already swollen. I wrapped my hand around it, ran my fingers down the full length, feeling it pulse. "Right here. Right now."

Misha spun me around to face the wall. His hands landed on my hips, hiked my skirt up to my waist. I arched my back, spread my legs wider, feeling the cool air wash over my soaked pussy. He dragged the head of his cock along my lips, smearing the wetness, then slammed in to the hilt. I bit my hand to keep from screaming—the sensation was so sharp, so forbidden.

“操，你真紧……”他咬着牙说。他开始动起来——起初很慢，让我适应那个深度，然后越来越快。每一次抽送都伴随着我们身体湿漉漉的撞击声。他的卵蛋拍打着我的阴蒂，手指深深掐进我的胯部，力道大得足以留下淤青。

I turned my head, looking back at him over my shoulder.

"Harder, Misha… Fuck me like we might actually get caught."

他低低地吼了一声，抓住我的一把头发——不疼，但充满占有欲——然后加快了节奏。小屋里充满了各种声音：湿滑的抽插声、粗重的喘息声、脚下旧木板发出的吱嘎声。我能感觉到体内一股紧绷的浪潮在积聚。然后他突然拔出来，把我转过来面对他，让我坐在一张旧工作台上。我的双腿不由自主地缠上了他的腰。

现在我们面对面了。米沙又顶了进去——这个姿势插得更深。他的手指再次找到我的阴蒂，开始随着抽送的节奏快速揉弄。我双臂紧紧搂住他的脖子，胸口贴着他的衬衫，感觉乳头在布料上摩擦。

"I'm gonna… I can't hold it…" I whimpered into his neck.

"Come on my cock, Lena. I want to feel you squeeze me inside."

高潮像闪电一样击中了我。我在他怀里抽搐，隔着衬衫咬住他的肩膀，以免叫得全城都听见。我体内的一切都在脉动，小穴痉挛般地紧紧夹着他粗大的鸡巴。米沙又狠狠抽送了几下，然后猛地拔出来，把滚烫的精液射在我的肚子和奶子上。浓稠的精液一股股有力地喷出，弄脏了我的衬衫，顺着皮肤往下流。

We froze, panting. His forehead pressed against mine. The city outside kept living its life, but inside the shed, everything had gone suddenly quiet.

米沙用手指划过我皮肤上的精液，涂抹开来，轻声笑了。

"You're covered in me… Beautiful," he whispered.

I smiled, still trembling.

"We're experimenters, after all. Next time, the fire escape?"

他吻了我——这次很温柔，很慢，几乎轻若无物。

“除非你又这么湿、这么饥渴，”他低声回应，“现在，我们就先这样坐着……趁还没人来。”

We pressed together in the half-dark of the shed, listening to the distant hum of traffic below, our hearts still pounding in the same frantic rhythm. The forbidden heat still smoldered low in my belly, promising this was only the beginning.