“I never do anything I don’t very much want to do, June. Trust me. I know I don’t have to.”
Why is that so hot? The mere idea of his wanting nothing more than to please me? My body melts back into his, and a low groan leaves him at my acquiescence, vibrating against my back.
“Should we go inside?” I ask in a whisper.
“No,” he says, before his fingers start making small, steady circles over my clit.
“Graham,” I breath.
“I like you out here well enough.” His hand on my belly slides up to my breast, cradling it and tweaking the nipple over the fabric. I let out a low moan, my breasts terribly sensitive right now, and start to writhe. I look around nervously, as it’s dark but not pitch black. Relief glides through me as I note the rest of the neighboring rooftops are empty.
“Quiet, lady luck. You wouldn’t want anyone to find out just how dirty you are,” he says as if reading my thoughts. “Letting your boss rub your pretty pussy on the roof, where anyone could see.” His words are a taunt, and instead of instilling fear, they make me want him more, make that pleasure heighten.
“Graham,” I murmur. His fingers continue to work me. “I need you.”
“After you come, I’m dragging you into the shower and fucking you,” he groans into my neck.
“Okay,” I mewl, my hips rocking against his hand, one hand lifting to hook around his neck and stop myself from falling if my knees give out. The loud booms are filling the air more and more frequently and pleasure builds seemingly in time with it, circling and twisting in my lower belly. I’m about to let out a breath, to come hard on his hand and beg him to take me inside for a hard fuck when a door opens, a couple coming out onto the rooftop of the building in front of us. Graham’s hand slides from my breast to my belly once more.
No, no, no,no!
We’re going to have to go inside and finish this, even if it’s just in the stairwell, before we’re actually inside. I don’t think I can make it much further without self-imploding.
“Hey there,” the man says, waving in our direction as he steps onto his own roof. Another firework goes off, lighting up the sky and taking his attention.
“Hey, how’s it going?” Graham asks, voice so casual.
I start to pull away, disappointment flooding my system, but the hand that was on my breast slides under my tee, pressing to my bare belly and holding me in place. Then, slowly, meticulously,torturously, he begins sliding his fingers over my clit again. I bite back a moan, eyes wide and panicked but that need reigniting quickly.
“Stay quiet,” he murmurs into my neck, and my breath hitches, my fingers tightening around the railing before us. There’s a solid wall that starts at my waist, so they couldn’t see anything if they wanted to.
“We almost forgot about this, but I’m glad we heard it and made our way up there,” the man across the way says over his shoulder.
“Definitely wouldn’t want to miss it,” Graham says, pushing me further into him. His hard cock pokes my back, and the pleasure ratchets up, bringing me right back to that edge again. He grinds into me from behind, and my knees weaken, though he holds me upright.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans low into my neck, and I tighten further.
“Graham,” I whisper, quiet and nearly inaudible over the loud boom of the fireworks.
“I know, baby. I know. It feels good, doesn’t it? You’re so wet. I can’t wait to slide inside you.” My breathing is ragged now, my hands shaky, and with spectacular timing, the finale begins.
Dozens of fireworks explode over the ocean, one after another, a near-deafening cacophony, and I let out a small moan as fireworks of my own burst behind my closed eyes, as Graham’s fingers speed up, pressing harder and giving me exactly what I need to come.
And come.
And come.
The sky becomes silent just as I return to myself and I realize Graham is breathing heavy in my ear, his body still holding me up, his cock still hard as a rock. Clouds of smoke drift in the sky, but I can barely register anything other than the feel of Graham’s hand still between my legs.
“Quite a show, right?” the man on the other balcony says. I let out a little laugh that almost ends in a moan as Graham’s fingers continue to slide over my clit.
“Fantastic,” Graham says, moving to cup my still sensitive pussy.
“Well, have a good night,” the guy says with a wave before taking his partner back inside, but I can’t respond, not when I’m swallowing another moan and letting my head fall back.
There is no reason why I should still be turned on, but god, I am. I buck my hips and let out a soft mewl of need as the door slams behind our neighbors.
“We should go inside,” I murmur, feeling him hard beneath me and shimmying a bit. “Take that shower you offered.”
