“Where’re we going?”
“Up.”
The cool air on the roof hits me like a slap. The Seattle skyline spreads out below in a scatter of lit windows, and the sky above is low clouds. It could rain at any moment.
But more importantly, here there’s no glass. Nothing between my skin and the night air except the breeze lifting my hair off my shoulders and pebbling my skin with goosebumps.
Tony walks me to the far edge, where a concrete half-wall runs along the perimeter. The city drops away beyond it. My nipples harden to stiff peaks under my dress from the cold and from what my body already knows is about to happen.
He spins me around and bends me over the concrete ledge. My palms hit rough stone. My stomach meets the flat top of the wall, and I’m looking down at the parking lot and the neon sign blinking below. The drop is enough to make my head swim.
Tony pushes my skirt up again. My bare ass is in the open air, exposed to the wind and anyone in a neighboring building who happens to own binoculars.
I hear the clink of a buckle and the rasp of his zipper. His cock pushes against my entrance, and I’m so wet he slides through my folds without resistance, the head of him nudging my clit before dragging back to where I need him. My fingers curl against the concrete.
“Please.” I don’t recognize my own voice.
He thrusts into me in one stroke, and I cry out in pleasure. He stretches me wide, and the shock of his cock bottoming out while we’re on the roof makes me shiver and lower my head closer to the ledge. The city tilts below me. My pussy grips him so tightly he groans.
He’s thicker than Robert, and my husband knows the exact tilt of my hips that makes me gasp. Tony doesn’t, and my body is cataloging every difference.
He grips my hip with one hand and fists my hair with the other, yanking my head back. The stretch in my neck makes me gasp. He bends over and brushes his lips by my ear.
“You would have let me fuck you in the hallway.” He pulls back and drives into me again, deep enough that I cry out in denial.
“No!”
Tony slows. His cock slides out until only the tip is inside me. My pussy throbs around him, trying to pull him back in.
“Say it, Shannon.”
“I wouldn’t have—”
He stays right there while my pussy flutters around the tip of his cock. The wind is cold on my bare skin and his hand in my hair. I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t fuck me.
“Say it,” he growls, and when he rocks the head of his cock in and out of me, I suddenly understand what Adrian figured out weeks ago. I don’t get off on the fucking. I get off on the surrender.
“Yes.” It rips out of me. “Yes, I would have let you.”
He slams back into me. My scream echoes across the rooftop. His cock hits that magical spot inside me and sparks of pleasure zing straight up my spine. My toes curl in my heels.
“All three of them.” His strokes find a rhythm. Deep, hard, each one bottoming out. “Watching me fuck you against the wall. And you’d have just begged for more.”
I’m nodding before the words register. My pussy is clenching around his cock with every thrust, each squeeze an enthusiastic yes, and my hips are pushing back to meet him because my body has always known what she wants even when my brain is still pretending to have standards.
Normally this is the part where I’d start composing the retelling. The version I’d whisper to Robert while he fucked me for it. But there’s nothing to compose. Robert isn’t waiting for this one.
Tony groans and drives into me so hard the impact jolts me forward and he holds there, balls deep. The fullness of him pressed against my cervix sends a shudder through my whole body.
Then he pulls out.
I whimper and push backwards, chasing his cock.
“Turn around.”
His hands are already pulling me up and spinning me so my back is against the concrete ledge. My skirt is still bunchedaround my waist, my bare pussy exposed to the night air, and Tony is looking at me with the same expression I’ve seen so many times at the poker table. The one that means he’s about to take everything.
He grabs the straps of my dress and yanks the fabric down my shoulders to my elbows, baring my tits. No bra tonight. My bold choice is now my pain as my nipples stiffen from the cold. I’m half-naked on a roof.
