The wind whipped cold across the rooftop, but I was burning.
Raven's back was against the rough brick wall, my hand still planted beside her head, caging her in. Her hoodie was rucked up, my palm full of one heavy breast, thumb teasing her nipple through lace until it peaked hard. Her neck was wet from my mouth, marks blooming dark where I'd sucked and bitten, claiming her in the open air.
She was trembling.
Not from cold.
From the war between her shyness and the heat I was forcing through her walls.
"Not here," she whispered again, voice cracking. "Someone could....."
I silenced her with my mouth on her throat, licking a slow, wet line up to her ear.
"No one comes up here," I growled. "And even if they do, they'll see what's mine."
Her breath hitched.
I dropped to my knees.
Yanked her skirt higher, shoved her lace panties aside.
She gasped, hands flying to my hair, half pushing, half pulling.
I didn't give her time to think.
Buried my face between her thighs.
Licked her long, hungry strokes from entrance to clit, tasting her arousal sharp and sweet. She was already soaked, dripping down my chin.
"Elliot....fuck....."
I sucked her clit hard, flicking my tongue fast, relentless. Two fingers thrust inside her, curling, pumping while my mouth worked her over.
Her legs shook. Hips bucked against my face.
I didn't stop.
Added a third finger, stretching her, tongue lashing her clit until she was grinding against me, chasing it.
She came fast, body seizing, pussy clenching around my fingers, flooding my mouth.
I drank every drop.
Licked her through it until she was whimpering, oversensitive, trying to push my head away.
I stood.
Wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, eyes locked on hers.
She was wrecked already, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes glassy.
I spun her around.
Pressed her front to the wall, skirt flipped up, panties yanked down to her knees.
She braced her hands on the brick, ass out, trembling.
I freed my cock, aching, leaking and lined up.
Thrust in one brutal stroke.
She cried out, the sound sharp in the open air.
I clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Quiet," I growled in her ear. "Or the whole campus hears how I fuck you."
She nodded frantically, tears in her eyes, but pushed back against me, taking me deeper.
I fucked her hard.
Hips slamming against her ass, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. The rooftop echoed with wet sounds, her muffled moans against my palm.
I grabbed her hair, arching her back, pounding deeper.
Changed angles, lifted one of her legs, hooked it over my arm, opening her wider.
She sobbed into my hand, pussy fluttering around me again.
I dropped her leg, spun her to face me.
Lifted her.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, back scraping brick as I thrust up into her deep, punishing strokes that made her breasts bounce against my chest.
Her hands covered her own mouth now, eyes squeezed shut, trying so hard not to scream.
I fucked her against the wall until her second orgasm hit, body locking, pussy milking me so tight I saw stars.
Didn't stop.
Carried her to the ledge, sat her on it, dangerous height behind her, city lights far below.
Held her hips and thrust slow and deep, grinding against her clit with every stroke.
She bit her own hand to stay quiet, tears streaming.
I flipped her again, bent over the ledge now, ass up, skirt around her waist.
Took her from behind, one hand fisted in her short hair, the other rubbing her clit hard.
She came a third time, body shaking violently, muffled screams into her arm.
I was close.
Pulled out, spun her, dropped her to her knees.
She knew.
Opened her mouth, tears and mascara running, and took me deep.
I fucked her mouth hard, fast, until I came with a groan, spilling down her throat.
She swallowed, choking slightly, eyes locked on mine.
I pulled her up, held her against me, both of us panting.
The wind cooled the sweat on our skin.
I kissed her forehead, her tear-streaked cheeks.
"I don't care what anyone says or thinks of me," I whispered fiercely. "You're mine."
She opened her mouth to speak....
And froze.
Her eyes went past me, wide with horror.
I turned.
Mia stood at the rooftop door.
Frozen.
Eyes locked on us, on Raven's torn fishnets, her smeared lipstick, my cock still out, the evidence of what we'd done undeniable.
The wind howled.