Chapter 4 #2
He fucks me slowly at first. Long, rolling strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Every thrust rocks me against the stone, and his cock pulses every time my inner muscles tighten.
“Look at you.” His thumb brushes across my nipple, and I gasp. “Tits out on a rooftop. Pussy stuffed full of my cock. Anyone could see.”
“I know,” I moan.
“And you love it.”
I nod because I can’t speak. My pussy is squeezing him rhythmically, involuntarily, my body pulling him deeper with every thrust. My thighs start trembling around his hips.
Tony picks up his pace. His hands drop from my tits to grasp my hips, and he pulls me onto his cock with each thrust, using my body weight to drive himself deeper. The concrete bites into my ass and I don’t care.
“You came here without your husband.” He’s fucking me faster now, each thrust pinning me to the ledge. “Didn’t even wear panties. You walked into my casino already dripping, ready to bend over for whoever got to you first.”
I gasp because he’s right. My tits are out on a casino rooftop with another man’s cock inside me and my wedding ring is in the car.
And right there, mid-thrust, Robert’s face flashes through my head. Not the version that greets me at the door with his cock hard and his eyes glazed. The kitchen face. The one from yesterday when he said you lied to me without raising his voice.
I clench so hard around Tony my abs cramp, and he hisses through his teeth.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Say it back to me.”
Tears sting my eyes. “I came here dripping.” My orgasm is building from somewhere deep and dark, not the bright fizzy climb I’m used to. This one is dragging me under. “Ready to bend over for whoever got to me first.”
“That’s right.”
He slams his cock against that spot over and over, and the pleasure is tightening like a fist in my core. He lets go of my hip with his other hand and reaches between us, his thumb pressing my clit, circling hard, and my hips buck against him.
Tony’s phone buzzes in his pocket. I feel it vibrate against my inner thigh. He ignores it. When it buzzes again, his rhythm turns punishing.
My pussy flutters in pre-orgasm spasms, and my clit throbs against his thumb. I’m almost there. I’m almost gone.
And then Tony says it.
“Your husband doesn’t know you’re here, does he?”
His words are almost conversational, like he’s confirming a dinner reservation. His eyes locked on mine, so I can’t look away when it hits.
The orgasm detonates.
Not like a wave. Like the floor dropping out.
I come harder than I’ve ever come with Tony.
The first time in his office, the night with both of them—nothing touched this.
My vision whites out. A scream tears through the open air, and my pussy spasms violently, gushing around his cock.
The orgasm keeps going, wave after wave, my pussy clenching around him so hard my whole body shakes.
I’m falling apart on a casino rooftop, and I can’t stop coming.
Tony explodes with a roar while I’m still pulsing. He drives deep and holds, his cock twitching as his cum floods me. My pussy milks him through it like my body is trying to take everything it can before the reckoning comes.
I don’t know how long we stay locked together, but when he pulls out, cum mixed with my wetness slides down my inner thigh. I stay where I am, slumped against the ledge, because I don’t trust my legs.
He fixes his pants. His phone buzzes again, and when he pulls it out and reads the screen, I watch his face go flat. He’s turning to make a call when a voice comes from across the roof.
“Tony. We need to talk.”
It’s Adrian.
I straighten up as my entire body buzzes in awareness. He’s standing near the rooftop access door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. How long has he been there?
Adrian’s eyes meet mine. His expression gives me nothing. Then he looks at Tony, and a conversation passes between them that I’m not part of.
“Downstairs,” Tony says. He pulls me off the ledge, steadies me with hands that don’t match the cold focus on his face. Then he walks towards Adrian without looking back.
Adrian holds the door open. “I’ll walk her down.”
Tony doesn’t argue. His footsteps disappear down the stairwell, rapid Italian already echoing off the concrete walls.
Adrian and I stand on the rooftop. Wind in my hair. Tony’s cum cooling between my legs. I straighten my dress, and my body hums with aftershocks of pleasure.
When I stumble towards Adrian, he meets me halfway and holds my arm as he helps me navigate the stairs.
The three men are gone from the hallway, and Adrian walks me to the elevator and presses the button.
While we wait, Adrian’s voice is careful and low. “Things are going to stop being handleable soon.”
Before I can ask what he’s talking about, the elevator dings and the doors slide open. I step inside and turn around, and Adrian puts his hand on the door to hold it.
“Don’t come back, Shannon.”
It’s not a threat. He sounds tired.
“I don’t know if I can do that.” I’m a woman standing in an elevator with another man’s cum running down her leg and her wedding ring in the car. “I don’t know who I am without this place.”
Adrian studies me. His hand is still on the elevator door, and for one second, his expression cracks.
“Then figure it out somewhere else.” He pulls his hand back. “While you still can.”
The elevator doors close on his face.