Rooftop Reckoning

The city sprawled beneath us like a circuit board of gold and neon, the hum of traffic a distant heartbeat. I’d been at the firm for three weeks, and my boss, Elena, had a reputation colder than the wind that snapped at her charcoal blazer. But when she’d asked me to stay late, then led me up the fire escape to this rooftop, her heels clicking like a metronome on concrete, I knew the meeting wasn’t about quarterly reports.

“You’re nervous, Marcus,” she said, not turning around. She leaned against the parapet, the skyline bleeding into her dark hair. Her eyes, sharp and gray as storm water, pinned me in place. “Good. Nervous means you’re paying attention.”

“I’m paying attention,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. She’d loosened her blouse, two buttons undone, and the city lights traced the hollow of her throat.

“Do you know why I hired you? Out of forty candidates?” She stepped closer. The air smelled of exhaust and her perfume—something floral with a bite. “Because you don’t look at me like I’m a problem to solve. You look at me like I’m a question you want to answer.”

My cock stirred against my slacks. She noticed. Her lips curved, barely a smile.

“Prove it.”

She turned her back to me, planted her hands on the parapet, and arched her spine. The skirt rode up, revealing the lace edge of black panties. My mouth went dry.

“Elena—” I started.

“Don’t talk,” she said. “Come here.”

I crossed the distance, my hands finding her hips. She was warm through the fabric, and when I pressed against her ass, she let out a low, breathy sound that shot straight through me. I dropped to my knees behind her. She didn’t flinch.

I hooked my thumbs into her panties and pulled them down to her thighs. Her skin was pale and smooth, and the sight of her bare ass in the neon dark made my hands shake. I leaned in, my breath hot on her skin, and she shivered.

“Go on,” she whispered. “I know you’ve thought about this. About me.”

I had. Every night, alone in my apartment, I’d pictured her undoing me with those gray eyes. But this—this was something else. I parted her cheeks with my thumbs and pressed my mouth to her hole. She tasted like sweat and soap, clean and sharp, and when my tongue dragged over her, she moaned—a raw, unguarded sound that cracked her perfect composure.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Just like that.”

I licked her in slow, broad strokes, circling the tight ring of muscle, then teasing it with the tip of my tongue. Her knees trembled. She reached back and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling me closer, grinding against my face.

“Fuck, Marcus. You’re good at this.”

I pushed my tongue inside her, just a little, and she cried out, her thighs clamping around my head. I worked her open, tasting her, licking deeper, my own cock aching against my jeans. The city glittered below, indifferent, but up here she was falling apart for me.

“Enough,” she gasped, pulling me up by the hair. Her face was flushed, her lips parted. “I need you inside me. Now.”

She bent over the parapet, her palms flat on the cold stone, and looked back at me over her shoulder. “Fuck me, Marcus. Hard.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I unzipped my pants, freeing my cock—thick, aching, slick with pre-cum. I lined up at her entrance, and she was soaked, her pussy glistening. I pushed in, and we both groaned. She was tight, so fucking tight, and the way she clenched around me made stars burst behind my eyes.

“Yes,” she hissed. “Don’t be gentle.”

I grabbed her hips and fucked her, deep and fast, the sound of our bodies slapping together sharp in the night air. Her tits swung loose from her blouse, and I reached around to palm one, pinching her nipple hard. She cried out, bucking back against me.

“You like that?” I growled, my voice rough.

“More,” she demanded. “Faster.”

I gave her everything, pounding into her, the parapet digging into her hips, her moans turning into a stream of breathless curses. The city hummed below, a million strangers, and here we were—her boss, her employee, tangled in the dark.

I felt her tighten around me, her body shuddering. “I’m going to come,” she gasped.

“Come for me, Elena.”

She did, with a cry that was half-laugh, half-sob, her pussy clenching around me in waves. The sight of her losing control pushed me over the edge. I pulled out just in time, stroking myself, and came on her ass, hot and thick, splashing across her skin.

She straightened up, breathing hard, and turned to face me. Her hair was a mess, her lipstick smeared. She looked at the cum dripping down her thigh and laughed—a real, open laugh that made my heart stutter.

“Well,” she said, tucking herself back together with surprising grace. “That was… not what I expected from the new hire.”

“Should I update my resume?” I asked, tucking myself away.

She stepped close, pressing a kiss to my jaw, her hand brushing my still-hard cock. “Don’t you dare.”

CATEGORIES: [Rimming, Boss, Office, Dominance, Public]