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7
Jet takes my arm as
we leave the restaurant, but instead of heading back towards the elevators we came from, he pulls me in the opposite direction, further into the building. “Where are we going?”
We turn the corner and I see another elevator, this one needs a key. Jet pulls the keycard out of his pocket, swipes it, and the door to the elevator opens. “The roof. This building has an incredible view.”
And it does. Manhattan and Central Park spread out before us, lights sparkling in the late evening light. I’ve rarely gotten to see Central Park from above like this, and it looks amazingly lush, at the height of its summer greenery. Tourists swarm Columbus Circle below us, and from this height it’s easy to see the groups they form and the patterns they follow. I like seeing New York like this.
On the roof itself is a small sitting area, lights set into the roof give off a warm glow, and the chairs and couches scattered around give it an air of lazy luxury.
“How’d you get us up here?”
Jet comes to stand beside me at the railing. “I know the guy who owns the building. He offered to let me have some exclusive roof time tonight.”
“Oh, exclusive,” I say. “So I guess that means that we won’t be bothered up here.”
“No we won’t.” He draws me in to him. “And it means that I can do this.”
He kisses me, and I feel myself go pliant. I lean against him, the feeling of his lips on mine waking up echoes of the orgasm in my body, and I love it. Plus, he’s a fantastic kisser. I pull away for a second. “You just made me come in a restaurant full of people, but you need the privacy of a roof to kiss me?”
“I never said that your mouth was the only thing I wanted to kiss.” Then his mouth is on mine again, one hand tangling in my hair, the other pulling my body against his. I can feel his erection pressing against me, hard as a rock and longer than I thought possible. The rest of him is hard too, just like I suspected that first day I saw him, and I don’t think I’ve ever been as excited to see someone without their clothes on.
He leans me back just a little, and I sense the open space behind me, remembering that I’m against the railing of a high-rise. I freeze. “Maybe not where I can fall to my death,” I say.
“I would never let you fall,” Jet says, and his face is so open, so sincere, that I believe it without hesitation. He pulls me with him towards the scattered seats, but we don’t sit. We get tangled in each other again, roaming hands and greedy lips. I push his suit jacket off his shoulders, start working on the buttons of his shirt. He helps me by undoing the buttons on his cuffs, and then his shirt is gone, and I’m staring. I can’t help but run my hands down his sides, watch the way his muscles bunch and contract under my touch. I’ve never considered licking something off somebody before, but I would lick almost anything off of Jet just to have my mouth on his skin.
The curling tattoos I saw on his forearms in the shop wrap around his arms, blossoming into full sleeves. The images are too many for me to puzzle out right now, but even at first glance I can tell they’re gorgeously designed. I follow the line of his shoulder up to his face again where he’s watching me with that wicked little smile. “Like what you see?”
“Yes,” I say, and before I even finish the word his hands are on me, turning me, undoing the clasp of my dress and peeling me out of it. My god, am I glad I wore my matching sexy underwear today. My dress pools at my feet and Jet pulls me back against him. His skin is hot on mine and his hands are exploring me, stroking my sides and dipping under the edge of my panties before traveling up again. I turn, and watch him look at me, that same feral look coming into his eyes. I’m coming to like that look.
“Like what you see?” I ask.
He doesn’t even say anything in response. The next thing I know I’m in his arms, being lowered back onto one of the couches. His lips leave a line of heat as they travel, gliding across my skin. Down my neck, teasing my shoulder, and coming back to the center. He helps me out of my bra, and no sooner am I free then his mouth is on my breasts. I moan, arching into him as he sucks on my skin, engulfing it with heat, using his teeth to tease. My nipples go hard under his attention, and the rest of my body can’t wait for him to touch it. “You are stunning,” he says.
I pull his face back up to mine, kissing him with all I’ve got, and using my leverage to reverse our positions. He teased me all night, and now it’s my turn. I undo his belt, and I don’t waste any time pushing his pants down, followed by his underwear. He has to help me get his pants off the rest of the way because I’m distracted by just how big his cock is. Up close and personal like this, I can see how thick it is, the length standing proudly at attention. I take him in my hand and he groans. I can feel how hard he is, and I know he was hard for most of dinner, watching me get off.
Well that’s his own damn fault.
I dip my head down to taste him, taking just the tip of him into my mouth. He swears under his breath, and I manage to keep from smiling as I suck him in deeper. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salt on his skin.
A breeze comes across the roof, and goosebumps raise across both our bodies. Jet shudders underneath me as I draw my tongue down the length of his cock, licking at the base. “Hmm,” I say, “maybe I should tease you for hours before letting you come.”
He starts to say something, but it’s cut off by the moan he makes as I plunge him to the back of my throat. A laugh bubbles up in my throat, and I know he feels the vibrations in his cock. I pull back slowly, sucking along his length and enjoying the way his muscles jump as I use my tongue. But that’s all I get to do. He sits up, pulling me away from his cock and to my feet. He’s on his knees in front of me now, watching me as he strips me of my panties. I feel a little shudder go through me when I’m naked in front of him—everything but that little purple toy. And then that’s gone too, replaced by Jet’s mouth, and I swear I would fall over if it weren’t for his hands holding me up.
I’m still sensitive from my orgasm downstairs, and I feel the movement of his tongue in even more detail. He presses it through my folds, bringing it back to circle my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and I cry out. Suddenly I remember where I am, that I’m outside, and we’re not the tallest building in the area. Someone could be watching from a window as Jet tortures me with his mouth. I feel myself get impossibly wetter with that knowledge.
Jet’s tongue plunges inside me followed quickly by his fingers, and my knees almost buckle. My hands are deep in his hair, and I know that if he keeps this up much longer I’m going to come again, and I want him inside me when I do. I manage to take a step back from him, and the sight of me glistening on his lips almost does me in. “No more teasing,” I say. “Please.”
He smiles wickedly. “Well, since you said the magic word. But first,” he picks up the toy again from where he laid it on his jacket. His arm slips around my waist and he slips it back on. “This is what it’s meant for.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he says, grinning. His voice lowers as he touches the toy, wiggling it inside me and making me shiver. “So I can fuck you and tease you at the same time.” He slips on a condom, and I see him find the remote in the pocket of his discarded pants. He sits on the couch, and it’s an amazing sight—behind him, New York city laid out in glimmering light, and him naked and glorious. I don’t wait for his invitation to straddle him, and I take the opportunity to kiss him. His lips are amazing, soft and full, and I feel like every moment I’m kissing him there’s a new sensation. He’s stealing my breath and giving it back, and I can’t wait for him to fuck me until I can’t breathe at all. “Please,” I say, in the moments when we’re stealing breath, “I need you inside me.”
He pulls back, raising an eye brow. “It almost sounds like you’re begging me.”
“Whatever it takes,” I say, “to get you to fuck me.”
“How can I say no to that?”
He fits himself against me, and I sink down onto his cock. I groan at the fullness of him. He’s so thi
ck, and even as wet as I am, he’s stretching me. I go slowly, taking him an inch at a time. Jet doesn’t waste that time. He traces patterns on my breasts with his tongue, leaving my nipples till the last second. He bites at them lightly, and I shiver. My entire body is overloaded with sensation, and by the time his cock is all the way in me I’m gasping for breath. No one I’ve ever been with has made me feel like this. I’ve never felt this full. And just when I think I might be getting used to it, he turns on the vibrator.
I swear loudly, and he laughs. The rhythmic pulsing has my hips squirming on his cock, the delicious fullness reinforcing the pleasure of the toy. He kisses me, and locking his hands around my hips, he starts to move. Slowly at first, just a rocking that pushes the toy harder against my clit. Even that is enough to have me shaking.
“You feel fucking amazing,” he says, and I’m not sure how I have enough blood left in my body to blush, but I manage to. I want to say something back, something about how his cock is touching places I didn’t even know I had, but there aren’t enough words left in my brain.
He thrusts harder, and I gasp, an orgasm flowing through me hot and hard. I wasn’t expecting another one so quickly, but the combination of the toy and his cock is undoing me. I think I say his name, I’m not sure, I’m too wrapped up in the glowing sensations shuddering through me. I can’t breathe, and I’m clinging to Jet, unable to do anything but feel. He’s fucking me now, deep and hard, every stroke making this orgasm last. There are lights behind my eyes and I can’t tell if they’re stars or city or even if it matters. Oh god.
I manage to suck in a breath, and I can hear myself moaning. My voice is loud on the roof top and it’s matched by the sound Jet is making as he pushes into me. The wave of this orgasm lowers, but I can feel it rising again, hard and fast, because Jet doesn’t stop. He fucks and I feel, and I can tell he’s close when his rhythm falters. His strokes are more desperate, and I rock against him, seeking one final release. His hand wanders from mine for a moment, and the vibrations in the toy explode. His next thrust sends me over the edge, and I scream into the open air. The pleasure of this orgasm sizzles in my veins and I feel like I’m contained in a sun of pure sensation. I’m blind with it, feeling him slide home with his own orgasm. I shudder on his cock, my pussy clenching around him, reacting to his orgasm with a hundred delicious aftershocks.
