The Best Man III

“Oh my god, are you sure we’re allowed up here? This feels kind of illegal.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, my neighbor says he comes up here all the time. Just… let me see… he says there’s a key for the door somewhere around here…”

“So, your neighbor… his cousin works for…”

“The company in charge of maintenance for the building: lawn care, plumbing… that means they need access to the roof, too.”

“And he just gave your neighbor this key?”

“No… not exactly. He left the key hidden here in case they wanted to have a party on the roof for New Years, but it never happened. Ah—here it is!”

Finally, you find what you’re looking for hidden on top of one of the lightboxes.

We’re cramped in the small stairwell of your apartment building. I try to move out of your way while you fumble to insert the key into the lock.

Even though we’re celebrating our six-month anniversary, tonight has been pretty normal for us—dinner at our favorite restaurant and then back to your place to watch a movie.

God, it was a terrible movie. That’s what happens when we scroll for too long without being able to agree on something… we end up putting on something neither of us want to watch.

About halfway through, you turned it off and asked if I wanted to go on a little adventure. I was curious, so I agreed.

“Welcome to paradise!”

You take my hand and guide me out onto the rooftop. There’s nothing up here except for a small outdoor lounge set. It looks brand new.

“Wow… what an amazing view of the city. And oh my god, I’ve never seen so many stars from here before…”

“Yeah… it’s really beautiful, isn’t it?”

I lean against you, unable to take my eyes off the millions of little dots painted across the sky above us.

Your arms wrap around my waist and I lean my head back against your shoulder. The midnight air is cool and everything seems so still and quiet. The sounds of the traffic below us are muffled up here, almost like we’re in our own little bubble.

“Doesn’t it make you feel so… small. Looking up at all those stars… realizing how big the universe is compared to us standing here right now?”

“Yeah, it does.”

“It makes me feel so alive, like anything is possible, like I could do anything or be anything I want.”

“That’s how you make me feel.”

I’m still not used to you saying such romantic things, it catches me off guard, but in a good way.

I turn around and drape my arms over your shoulders. You look down at me with a playful smile on your face.

You’re so… different… to how I thought you’d be. I’ve known you for so long and watched you with a lot of different people and I just never pictured you to be so… sweet.

“You make me feel some other things, too…”

“Oh… is that so?”

“Well, yeah. You make me feel annoyed when you can’t pick a movie to watch and then force me to sit through half of what can only be described as a very badly written romantic horror movie… I mean, what kind of genre is that?”

“Oh my god, you said you wanted to give it a try!”

“Oh, and you’re the worst kind of passenger princess—feet up on the dashboard and all of those hair things you leave around my car, what are they called?”

“Scrunchies. And I think I maybe left two in there…”

“Don’t even get me started on how much you snore…”

“Oh my god…”

I bury my face into your chest, heat rising in my cheeks. You always do this… get me all flustered.

You also love to tease me about how quickly we’re moving or the fact that no one thinks this is going to work out between us.

You’re goofy and casual and just so unlike anyone I saw myself with at this stage in my life… sometimes I do wonder about how serious you are about us. All the jokes and teasing is nice but—

“Hey…”

You cup my chin in your hand and lift my face to meet yours.

“You also make me feel brave. And stable… happy.”

Your lips touch mine so softly, just for a moment before you pull away. The look you’re giving me now makes every doubt I have about us disappear.

You hesitate as if you’re about to say something else.

Emotions, especially big ones, are hard for you, I’ve always known that, and right now, looking up into your eyes, your hands around my waist, holding me close… I know how you feel about me.

“You don’t have to—”

“I do though. I want to. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You kiss me again, the softness from before replaced with something more urgent and intense.

As we kiss, I push my arms against your chest, walking you a few steps backward until your legs hit the back of the large lounge chair. You fall back onto the soft pillow, and it’s large enough that I can climb onto your lap, my legs spread apart on either side of you.

“Ever fucked a girl under the stars?”

“Not this week, no.”

“Shut up…”

You grip my ass, squeezing firmly as I lean forward to kiss you again.

Your hands slide under my shirt, your touch cold on my warm skin. You pull my shirt over my head and toss it onto the ground next to us.

I feel goosebumps prickling across my bare chest as your hands move to massage my tits, your lips kissing every inch of me that you can.

“I want you…”

I work to undo the buttons on your jeans, but you take hold of my wrists and stop me.

“No, no. You got to pick the movie, I get to be in charge now.”

You lean forward a little, helping me off your lap. You stand, and then motion for me to sit on the side of the chair.

“Take your pants off.”

You flash me a naughty grin as I slide my leggings off. I take my place on the edge of the chair in nothing but my thong now, the brisk air causing me to shiver a little.

You kneel in front of me, so we’re face to face. First, your lips are on my neck. You kiss me softly, sucking a little on the one place you know I love.

My hands are behind me, holding me upright as your lips move down to my tits. You take one nipple into my mouth, sucking on it gently. Then the other…

You kiss down my stomach, between my legs… softly biting my inner thigh as you pull my thong to the side.

“Fuck…”

And then your tongue slowly teases me, spreading my lips apart. The warmth of your body and your mouth against my skin feels so good, I move forward on the chair a little more to get closer to you.

Your tongue teases my clit as your hands grip my thighs, spreading my legs as wide as you can. God, I love the way you do this…

My hands are in your hair, pulling gently, guiding your tongue to just the right spot. You alternate between flicking your tongue around in circles and closing your mouth around me entirely, sucking gently…

“Mmm, yeah, like that…”

“You taste so good.”

I cup my tits in my hands, gently pinching my nipples as you tease me with your tongue.

“Fuck… more…”

“So greedy. Where are your manners?”

Your tongue flicks across my clit in fast motions and I tilt my head back, gazing up at the gorgeous night sky.

“Please, more… please.”

“No. You don’t cum until I say you can cum. You just lie here and take it.”

Suddenly, your fingers are pushing inside me as your tongue moves in a slower motion, eager to draw this out. The sudden fullness mixed with the rush of excitement from the tone in your voice makes me that much more desperate.

“Oh god, I love when you do that.”

“I know.”

Oh my god, you’re so good with your fingers. You make me cum during foreplay all the time like this, with your tongue on me and your fingers thrusting into me…

But there’s something about being told I shouldn’t cum yet, that I can’t cum yet… that I have to just lie here and let you play with me for as long as you want to… it’s so hot.

“Oh god… fuck, I don’t know if I can…”

“Not yet. I want more of you first…”

Fuck, this is almost unbearable. I want to cum so badly, my hands are gripping the sides of the couch cushions now… I’m trying to hold on… but…

“Yes, oh my god. Right there… right… fuck…”

Your tongue is moving quickly around my clit, three fingers fucking me so hard and deep…

“Yes… yes…”

“I don’t think so.”

All at once, it stops. Everything stops. The feeling is indescribable… the pressure just waiting for release. I feel like I’m about to explode.

You’re leaning back on your knees, just taking in the sight of me, a smug smile on your face.

“You… are the worst.”

“Hmm, that’s not what you were saying a few seconds ago…”

“Please… I…”

You look at me expectantly. This is the game you like to play lately: making me desperate and disheveled and then watching me squirm, toying with me… seeing how wound up you can make me.

In our life together, I’m the composed one. I’m the planner, the organizer, the one who takes charge. Lately, we’ve been toying with reversing those roles and I’ve got to say… it’s really fucking fun.

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please make me cum.”

“I didn’t quite hear that.”

You stand up and unbutton your jeans, dropping them to the ground with your boxers. Your hard cock is inches away from me and I suddenly can’t think properly.

“I… uh…”

“You were about to beg some more, I think.”

Heat prickles up in my cheeks and the desire to push back flares up in me. Instead of doing as you say, I lay back on the large chair, slipping my thong off and spreading my legs in front of you.

“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself.”

Your face registers a look of shock and then something else as my hand moves between my legs… I tease myself a little, still so wet from you playing with me.

“Don’t you dare.”

Looking you in the eyes, I slide two fingers deep inside myself, pumping them in and out softly. Your eyes are fixed on my fingers, temporarily distracted.

“Mmm, that feels so good.”

Your hand closes around your cock and you stroke yourself in time with my movements. Your eyes roam around my body, taking in every inch, the way I’m moving while fucking myself…

I’m just as desperately taking in the sight of you—the movements of your hand, the way your chest is rising and falling, the muscles in your arms flexing…

I love the way your moans sound, I love the way you stare at me. Fuck, this feels so incredible… I can’t take my eyes off you.

“Add another finger…”

I don’t hesitate, sliding a third finger inside me as I thrust in and out, my fingers covered in my wetness already.

“Play with your tits for me.”

My free hand trails around my thighs, up my stomach, and squeezes both of my tits, one at a time… pinching each nipple between my fingers… watching the look on your face as you take in the sight of me.

“I don’t know if I can… fuck. I can’t wait…”

“Just a little longer. Just…”

“Good girl. Just keep going. Almost—”

My fingers are getting a little tired, but I can’t stop. I need more, I need to be full, I need to cum so fucking badly.

You’re jerking your cock faster, your body shaking a little at the quick movements.

“I need you, please. Baby…”

“That’s it. A little more…”

“I need your cock. Please… baby. I need you to—oh my god.”

“Yeah, come here, stand up. Lean against the chair like that.”

I stand quickly and turn around, leaning over the chair, my ass facing you. I arch my back as you take your place behind me, gripping my hips harder than you probably mean to.

You cock slides into me, all the way, in one smooth motion.

“Yes…”

“Fuck…”

One of your hands reaches around me, around my neck, under my chin. You force me to look up at the stars as you thrust inside me again and again.

“Oh my god, yes. Fuck…”

“You feel so good, baby. So warm… yeah, take it like that.”

The hand around my throat moves to my shoulders, and then you’re gripping my hair. God, I love when you do that.

“Fuck me, harder. Like that, please… I need it.”

“Such a good girl for me. Taking that cock so good, fuck… you feel so good. Play with that clit for me, baby.”

I reach my hand between my legs and tease my sensitive clit, rubbing it back and forth as you fuck me. My thighs are trembling and I feel like I’m going to burst...

“Can I… please. Fuck, I need—”

“Yeah, baby. Cum for me. I want you to cum all over my cock.”

“Yes, fuck. Oh my god!”

“Moan louder for me.”

“Don’t you dare fucking stop. Keep playing with that clit until I’m done.”

My body goes limp from exhaustion and the build-up of pleasure, all except for my fingers, which keep toying with my clit, teasing it up and down…

The sensations are almost too much, almost too intense, but I keep going just like you said. I love the sounds you’re making, the way your fingers are digging into my thighs as you pull me back onto your cock again and again…

“Cum for me, please. Please, baby. I want your cum inside me, please…”

You fuck me hard, your cock driving deep inside me, over and over again until I feel you cum. Your cock twitching inside me makes me clench around you a little tighter.

“Fuck… that feels good when you do that.”

“Likewise.”

You stay there a moment, your cock buried inside me and your body leaning on top of mine. Then, you kiss my shoulder softly before standing upright and sliding out of me.

“Ugh…”

My legs feel like jello and I curl myself up into a little ball on the couch while you search for your jeans and slide them back on.

You offer me my shirt and I quickly slip it on, excited for the warmth. You sit down on the chair next to me and there’s enough room for me to stay curled up, with my head in your lap.

“The view is really lovely.”

You stroke my hair out of my face and look down at me.

“Yeah, it is. We should get inside. You’re going to freeze out here.”

“In a minute… I just want to enjoy this for a little longer.”