Eric texts me as I’m pulling into the driveway of his apartment complex. “Meet me on the rooftop.”
I sigh audibly. It’s chilly tonight and I don’t want to go up there. I toss the phone on the passenger seat without responding. I choose a parking spot between two SUV’s, my little Honda barely fitting in the narrow space.
Glancing in the rear view mirror, I wipe away the mascara that has smudged the skin under my eyes. It’s late, I’m tired but I want to fuck. I grab my phone, and keys, then stuff my purse underneath the seat before exiting the car and making my way toward the stairs that lead to the roof.
I scan the parking lot. Eric’s a sneaky fuck. The last time I was here, was what? Two weeks ago? He was hiding between his SUV and a neighbor’s truck near the door to his place. When I walked past the truck, he jumped out and grabbed me, slamming me against his SUV. I screamed, before his hand clamped down on my mouth, the other hand pressed against my pussy. He was grinning that Cheshire cat smile of his, thrilled with himself for getting me so easily.
“Fuck you!” I sputtered when he let me go, storming off to my car.
He grabbed my arm, and spun me around like a rag doll. “C’mere Allie.”
“Let go! I’m leaving!” I yelled, not caring who heard us.
“Dollface, seriously, that was mean. I’m sorry. Please come here.”
I snatched my arm back and stared at him, thinking about what to do. My heart was racing and my pussy was already hot from his touch. “You’re a dick you know that?” I pushed past him, barging through his apartment door, and let him fuck me.
My kitten heels click against the pavement as I’m on alert in case he ambushes me again. The crisp autumn air stirs, blowing my hair over my face, thick strands getting caught in my lip gloss. I pull them away, tucking them behind my ear. I don’t actually like Eric. I don’t care about anything he says, but I like the way he fucks. I like that he tells me what to do. I even like that it hurts sometimes, that he pushes his thick cock inside of me before I’m ready. I enjoy his raw, unabashed desire, and requests for places to do it, such as his roof. It’s like climbing into a rollercoaster car knowing that once the bar comes down over your lap, and the ride starts moving, there’s no getting off. You just go with it screaming and all.
I take my time walking up the spiral staircase that leads to the roof, hoping Eric is already up there. I walk up the metal stairs on my tiptoes not wanting the heels of my shoes to make too much noise. When I reach the top, I find the space empty save for the black metal table and chairs that have been placed just a few feet from the top of the stairs. My phone chimes as I approach a chair.
“Strip.” Eric’s text says.
I don’t move. I’m too exhausted for his games. I want to fuck and go to sleep. I put the phone on the table and take a seat.
“Why aren’t you naked?” Eric’s voice booms as he reaches the top of the stairs. I’m surprised I didn’t hear his footsteps.
“It’s fucking cold!” I reply incredulously, crossing my arms. I love that I don’t have to use any social graces with him. I can rant and lose my mind all I want and it doesn’t faze him. He looks at me like an amusing toy.
The city’s twinkling lights shine behind him as he approaches the table and takes a seat across from me. “Off with your clothes!” he makes a sweeping hand gesture at me.
“Can we please just fuck like normal people?” I tighten the cross of my arms.
“What’s normal my dear?” his head cocks to the side.
“Inside, in a bed, where it’s not forty five degrees.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he laughs.
I stare at him, unamused. A city transit train roars past us. The tracks are just on the other side of the street. I wonder if the people on it can see us.
“Take ‘em off.” his eyebrows raise expectantly.
I slink down in my chair, and unbutton my jeans. I kick off my shoes before pulling off my jeans and underwear in one fell swoop, tossing them on the table in a heap. Eric is pulling out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his jacket. The flesh of my bare ass is pressing into the cold, waffle-like design on the chair. It’s like sitting on a giant ice cube and takes my breath away.
Eric pulls a cigarette from the box and places it between his lips. He’s not an attractive man, but seeing his face light up against the glow of the flame making contact with the end of the cigarette has me thinking for a moment that maybe on some level, I do find him attractive.
“Keep going.” he exhales a cloud of smoke. “Don’t be shy.”
“I told you, it’s cold.” I reply before, yanking off my sweater. There’s usually no need for a bra. My tits are barely A-cups. Tiny dark nipples stand erect as I throw the sweater on top of my jeans, and pull my knees to my chest.
He brings the cigarette to his mouth again, and inhales. I’ve never actually kissed those lips. They’re been everywhere on my body but my mouth. I’ve thought about it, but I don’t ask. “Get up and walk around.” He waves me away.
I don’t know where I’m supposed to walk. The building isn’t that big, and we’re not up that high either; only three floors up.
I shake my head. “Where am I going? Someone will see.”
“They won’t, and who cares if they do? It’s not like they’re going to do anything from their cars, or the train.” he gestures to the silent tracks. “Walk over to the railing. Let me see you.”
Oh, he’s in a mood tonight. I’m his little mouse, something he can bat around, seeing how far I’ll go. I do it. I admit, I like pleasing him, but there is this part of me that wants out, wants to say “no”, and wants to boss him around for once.
My knees peel away from my chest, feet reaching the cold cement. I press myself up to standing, turn around and walk over to the railing. Wind whips through me as I walk over to the railing. I feel my hair caressing the middle of my back. I gather it in one hand and pull it over to one side, my eyes peering over the rail. It’s silent save for the random car that drives by. I try to take deep breaths to distract myself from the wind. My heart is thundering. I’m here, on a roof, naked. How did this happen? Who am I right now?
I walk back over to Eric who is still watching me. I like seeing his approval, his admiration of my body as his eyes roam over my nakedness. I’m not the only one he plays games with, and he’s not my only one, but he’s the only one who fucks me. Really fucks me in that primal, violent kind of way that gets a little scary, but is part of the fun.
His arm stretches out for me. I walk into his embrace, feel his giant hand clasp around my waist. He finishes his cigarette and mashes it into ground with his foot before playfully pinching my nipple.
“Ow!” I smack his hand.
“You like it.” he says and does it again. His lips meet the breast closest to his face. His other hand reaches for me and he turns my body to face him, his mouth enveloping a nipple, the warmth of his body is a welcome reprieve from the cold air.
“Turn around. Bend over.” he says to my breast before grazing his teeth over my nipple.
Another train roars by. I wonder if they see us, if the moonlight is giving us away. I pull away from him, turn around and bend over, exposing my ass and pussy lips. My fingers brush the tips of my toes, my gaze steady on the empty space in front of my feet, waiting for instruction.
“Spread your legs.” he orders.
I take my feet a little wider apart, my fingers reaching the ground. I jump when I feel his hand strike my ass.
“You’re not very wet. We need to change that.” he says, smacking me again.
I bite my lip to keep from yelling. He strikes it again and again. Heat rises from my stinging skin. I hear him stand, then feel his palm press against my cunt. Every part of me is freezing, except for my stinging ass and the skin of my dampening crevice.
Eric’s hand smacks me once more. I try to stand, not wanting anymore, but his hand presses against my back, keeping me down.
“I didn’t tell you to stand up.” he says.
I hear him unzip his jeans. Nervous energy, hot and bright rises to the surface of my skin. Anticipation follows as I wait for whatever he’s going to do, my breath shallow. Anyone could walk up the stairs right now. I open my mouth to say I want to go inside, but I feel the tip of his hardened cock against my warm pussy lips and all thoughts of jumping ship evaporate. I feel my slickness wet his tip. He teases my opening, rubbing the tip back and forth, lightly touching my clit with this motion, but stops when I spread my legs wider, wanting him to enter me.
When Eric’s spanking me, or fucking me, it’s as if nothing else matters. The stinging pain of the spanking or the pressure of his cock sliding in and out of me renders part of my brain mute. Catharsis takes over and a feeling of letting go and being weightless fills my body. This is what keeps me tied to Eric, this feeling of weightlessness, of being bigger than my body, of being taken someplace else.
“Not yet.” Eric says. “Stand up.”
I do so, slowly to avoid a head rush.
I face him, our bodies inches apart. A car honks down below and I nearly come out of my skin.
“Don’t worry. They can’t see us.” Eric places his hands on my hips. “Look at me.”
I meet his eyes. We stand there, starting at each other while his hand slips between my legs. His middle finger presses against my clit and makes my legs twitch. I don’t like too much direct clitoral stimulation, and he knows it but pushes against it anyway.
He presses a little harder. I close my legs, ensnaring his hand. His fingers still manage to swirl around my clit. Heat pushes against my hips like smoke rising from a fire. My breath is still shallow as the sensation between my legs gets louder. Eric likes taking me out to my edge, where I get to a point where I feel I may shatter like a glass vase being thrown against a wall.
I squirm, part my legs, and push my hips back trying to escape his fingers. His other hand has my hip. He pulls me back in, shoving his fingers between my legs again. I continue to squirm.
“You’re awfully feisty tonight.” he teases.
I chew on the inside of my cheek, still writhing, the sensation against my clit becoming too much. It’s always too much, but he likes to see how far he can go before I snap.
The hand that’s holding my hip moves to grab a fistful of hair. He pulls my head back, exposing my neck. His mouth presses against the taut flesh making me shudder, giving my mind something else to focus on besides the heat in my cunt. For a moment, I stop fighting. I melt into the pressure of his mouth against my neck.
He lets go and sits down again, his hands pulling on my thighs to come closer to him.
“Bend over.” he instructs.
I do so, but this time I grab the chair I was sitting on to give my hands something to rest on as pulls me closer. I feel his tongue, flat against my dripping skin. He laps at me before stroking my asshole with his tongue. I move my hips up and down against him, feeling his lips envelope my pussy before lapping at it again.
My hand reaches between my thighs, fingertips moving in tiny circles on the flesh above my clit. I hear people laughing on the sidewalk below and fear returns but it’s dull in comparison to my desire to come on Eric’s face.
He licks me harder, pushing his tongue against my clit. My fingers are wet now and slide around easily. I feel the hard smack of his hand against my ass as he licks me. I shudder at the sensation and whisper “Again.”
His hand strikes my ass, the sting on my skin prickling like being stung by a swarm of bees. I can’t help myself, I want more and find the word “again” leaving my lips once more.
Over and over his hand comes down on my ass. I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow but I’m so close to coming that I don’t care.
“Stand up.” Eric says and I do so, turning around to look at him. “Walk over to the railing.”
He follows behind me. I feel my heart speeding up at being more visible now to anyone passing by. His hands rests on the small of my back, my pussy damp and cold in the chilly air.
“Put your hands on the railing.” Eric instructs, placing his hands on my hips and pulling them toward him.
The sparking city lights are still shining, the moon illuminating our bodies as he pushes his dick deep inside of me. My hands squeeze the railing to keep from screaming. He’s so thick that it always hurts at first.
“Touch yourself.” he says.
I can barely breathe from the intensity of the pressure inside my cunt and against my ass, but I reach for my clit and start lightly teasing it with my fingertips.
Eric is still deep inside of me, fucking me with sharp thrusts. Eventually he alternates these with longer thrusts, nearly pulling all the way out of me. I start bucking against him once I start to relax, the sound of our bodies slapping against each other reverberates in my ears.
I look out at the road below us, watch the cars go by as we fuck. He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my neck back. “Get greedy for it Allie.” Eric whispers in my ear.
I slam against him harder and faster, pressing my fingers harder against my clit, completely lost in this moment where nothing else matters. I am no one. I belong to no one in this moment. It’s then that the burst of my orgasm shoots through me in all its glittering, sparkling glory. It’s everything I have not to yell and scream as the sensations wreck me.
My hips slow down and Eric’s pumping does as well but not for too long. My pussy is still pulsing as he starts speeding up, his hips thrusting harder and harder until I feel disoriented, stretching, and extending farther than my physical body. He comes, heat blasting through my insides, his cock slowing to a stop before slipping out of me.
Silence passes through us as Eric is already buttoning his jeans. I walk back over to the table, collecting my clothing thinking I don’t have to do this again, but know I’m lying to myself.