Stranded Sparks
城市灯光在远处下方像散落的钻石一样闪烁，但我能感觉到的只有马库斯的肩膀在狭窄的屋顶边缘擦过我的热度。我们的车在小巷里抛锚后，为了找信号爬到了这里，两个陌生人因为没电的电池和没电的手机被凑到了一起。他以为我没注意时，那双黑眼睛不停地瞟向我的嘴唇，而我的鸡巴仅仅因为他低沉的声音就已经半硬了。
“Fuck this wind,” Marcus muttered, pulling his jacket tighter. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a scruff of beard that made my stomach tighten. “We’re stuck up here till morning. You cold, Liam?”
“A little.” I shifted closer, our thighs pressing together. The concrete was still warm from the day’s sun, but the night air bit at my skin. “You smell good, though. Like cedar and something sharp.”
He laughed softly, the sound vibrating through me. “You hitting on me already? We’ve known each other what, two hours?”
“Feels longer.” My pulse hammered. I turned to face him, our knees bumping. “And yeah. I am.”
Marcus’s gaze dropped to my lips again, darker now. “Good. Because I’ve been wondering how you’d taste since you first smiled at me down there.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. His big hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling me in. Our mouths crashed together, hot and urgent, tongues sliding slick and deep. I groaned into him, tasting mint and the faint salt of his skin. His other hand slid down my chest, fingers digging into my shirt like he wanted to rip it off.
“Shit, you’re eager,” he growled against my lips, breaking just enough to breathe. “Get on your knees, Liam. I need to feel that mouth on my cock.”
那个命令让我的鸡巴猛地一颤。我跪倒在粗糙的屋顶上，城市在我们下方像遥远的心跳一样嗡嗡作响。我的双手颤抖着扯开他的皮带，把他的牛仔裤和内裤从粗壮的大腿上扒下来。他的鸡巴弹了出来，沉甸甸的，青筋暴起，龟头已经闪着前液。它很大，比我预想的还粗，他身上那股麝香味让我口水直流。
“Fuck, look at you,” Marcus breathed, threading his fingers through my hair. “Suck it. Deep.”
I wrapped my lips around the swollen head, swirling my tongue over the slit to catch that salty drop. He hissed, hips jerking forward as I took him deeper, stretching my jaw wide. The weight of his cock on my tongue was perfect, filling me until my eyes watered. I bobbed fast, hollowing my cheeks, spit dripping down my chin while his balls slapped lightly against my fist.
“对……就是这样。你天生就是吃鸡巴的料，对吧？”他的声音粗哑、带着挑逗，但他大腿颤抖的样子告诉我他已经快失控了。“再深一点。让我操你的喉咙。”
I relaxed my jaw and pushed forward until my nose pressed into his trimmed pubes, swallowing around him. Marcus groaned loud enough that I worried someone might hear from the buildings nearby, but the thrill only made me suck harder. He held my head steady and started thrusting, short, shallow pumps that bumped the back of my throat. My own cock strained painfully against my zipper, leaking steadily into my boxers.
After a few minutes he pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening dick. “Not coming yet. Turn around. Hands on the ledge.”
I stood on shaky legs, spinning to brace against the low concrete wall. The city sprawled out in front of me, windows glowing like eyes watching us. Marcus yanked my pants down to my ankles in one rough motion, cool air hitting my bare ass. His palm cracked across one cheek, making me yelp.
“好屁股。结实。早就想把脸埋进去了。”他跪在我身后，把我的臀瓣掰得大开。他滚烫的舌头直直地从我的臀缝舔上去，绕着我的紧致小穴打转，然后刺了进去。我呻吟着，向后顶向他的脸，湿漉漉的声音在寂静的夜里显得格外淫靡。
“Marcus……操，你的舌头好爽。舔我的屁眼，求你了……”
他埋在我股间低吼，像饿坏了似地又舔又吸。一根粗手指加入他的舌头，把我撑开，然后两根，剪动、弯曲，直到蹭过我的前列腺。我的鸡巴没被碰就一抽一抽地跳动，滴在天台上。我喘着气，额头抵着冰凉的水泥地，屁股绝望地往后拱。
他突然站起来，往掌心吐了口唾沫，抹在自己的鸡巴上。“现在就要干你。告诉我你想要。”
“I want it. Fuck me hard, Marcus. Fill me up.”
The blunt head of his dick pressed against my hole and pushed in slow, stretching me wide. The burn was intense, perfect. Inch by inch he sank in until his hips met my ass, balls resting against mine. We both groaned at the same time.
“Jesus, you’re tight. Gripping my cock like you were made for it.” He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed in again, setting a brutal rhythm. Each thrust rocked me forward, my cock slapping wetly against my stomach. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed off the rooftop walls.
“用力点，”我哀求道，声音都劈了。“像你拥有我一样操我。”
Marcus grabbed my hips, pounding deeper, faster. One hand reached around to stroke my leaking cock in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation had me seeing stars. Sweat slicked our bodies; I could smell it mixing with the scent of sex and the faint city smog.
他突然把我转了个身，却没有拔出来，还抬起我的一条腿，让我半坐在窗台上。现在面对面，他向上用力顶进我的身体，我们的额头抵在一起，灼热的喘息交织着。
“我干你的时候看着我，”他命令道。他的眼神狂野，瞳孔放大。“我要看着你在我的鸡巴上高潮。”
I stroked myself frantically, the angle hitting my prostate with every stroke. The pressure built fast, unbearable. “I’m close… gonna cum…”
“Do it. Shoot all over us.”
我的高潮像货运列车般猛烈袭来。我喊叫出声，精液如粗绳般有力地喷射在我的腹部和他的胸膛上。我的臀部紧紧夹住他，榨取着他的阴茎。马库斯咒骂着，不规则地冲刺，然后深深埋入到底。我感受到他滚烫的脉动，他在我体内深处释放，一股又一股温热的精液涌入我的体内。
我们仍然紧紧交缠在一起，颤抖着，喘着粗气，而脚下的城市依旧灯火闪烁。他慢慢拔出来，一股精液顺着我的大腿往下流。他又吻了我，这一次更轻，几乎带着温柔。
“Best breakdown I’ve ever had,” he whispered against my mouth, grinning.
I laughed, still dizzy. “Think we can get the car fixed in the morning… or should we stay up here a while longer?”
“早晨可以等等。”他的手滑下去，捏了把我沾满精液的屁股。“我还没跟你完事呢。”