Lyla Law
The party is too loud, and I need a breather, so I make my way out of the highrise apartment and find the stairwell that leads up to the rood. It's a furnished space, with plenty of cushioned wicker furniture, little spots around the roof for tenants to enjoy the view of the city and relax.
I walk to the side of the building and place my hands on the cement ledge and lean over, I suck in my breath at the height, the cars driving by down below. Even at night time the streets are busy. The racing in my heart eases up, and I swallow down a large breath of air as I look out over the city.
My head turns to the door as it opens , a man walking out onto the rooftop with his cellphone to his ear, yelling at someone. He's wearing one of the party hats my friend made all the guests wear. I smile to myself , biting back a laugh at the sight of a grown man wearing a party hat and yelling. He might actually be scary, if it weren't for the hat. I hadn't seen him inside, which isn't too surprising considering how packed it was in there. But also, it is surprising, considering he's tall and handsome. He runs his fingers through his dark hair and keeps yelling, cutting off whoever it is on the other line. I look back out at the city.
He pauses a moment. I look over my shoulder, still leaning over the edge. My eyes landing on his.
"We'll talk about this later." He grumbles. My lips tick slightly as his eyes stay locked on mine. He doesnt wait for the other person to answer. Just hangs up. He looks rich. His pants are tailored, because no pants fit a man that well right off the rack. His eyes leave mine, to go to my ass. I huff a small laugh and roll my eyes as I look back out at the city. He didnt even TRY not to look.
I hear his steps come closer, and chill runs up my spine as I feel him right behind me.
"Still looking at my ass?" I ask.
"Yeah, I am." he says and I give another laugh and then push up and turn around. Oh boy, he's even better up close. Maybe it's because he smells really good. OR maybe it's because I can see the stubble on his jaw, and the fact his eyes are such a dark brown, they appear black under the dark of night with only the city lights below to light them up.
"Viewing party is over." I say with my ass now facing the wall and my hands resting on the ledge that's waist high.
"shame, i was having a good time." he says and I smirk slightly.
"No shame, huh?" I ask.
He shakes his head and steps closer, his eyes drop down to the low cut of my dress.
"My eyes are up here." I tell him and his eyes lift.
"Yeah, but your fantastic tits are down there" he nods to my chest and lets his eyes drop back to them.
"Wow" I laugh. "What a gentleman."
"You make expectations for strangers? That's a bad idea." He says and steps closer and I dont lean back, or look away as he steps forward.
"I just thought a man that wears a childrens party hats might be a little less aggressive." I say and her grumbles and reaches up for the little string.
I reach for his hand and his eyes shoot down to my fingers wrapping around his hand and tugging it away. I hold his hand and he lifts his eyes back up to mine.
"Leave it on." I say with a little smile.
"Does it better my chances of fucking you tonight?" He asks. I laugh, dropping his hand.
"wow, you get right to the point, no wasting any time huh? Does that work for you?" I ask.
"Usually. Yes." he says. I roll my eyes and he steps closer.
"What? You dont want me to fuck you?" he asks.
I shake my head. Even though my mind is racing with all the ways a man that sure of himself might handle me in the bedroom. But I didn't do casual sex. I didnt judge those who did, but it just wasnt for me.
"I dont sleep with strangers." I say.
"My name is Ezra. Ezra Vance. My favorite movie is Wolf of Wall Street, I live in this building, and I'm a lawyer" he says.
"Hm, the lawyer thing explains why you're a prick then." I say and his lips tick and he steps forward and I stand up straight and he smirks a little more, looking down at me. In my heels I'm only maybe a handful of inches shorter than him.
"I like to cook, and love to clean." he says.
"You...love to clean?" I ask with a soft laugh and he nods.
"I dont like my space a mess. I like order. Cleanliness." he says.
"Im a slob." I say.
"That's fine. We'll fuck at my place. Or right here. Take your pick." he says and places his hand on my hip and I suck in a breath, but maintain my composure. It didnt matter how good that hand felt on me, or how annoyingly hot he was even while being a bold douche bag.
"I told you, I don't have sex with strangers." I say.
"What else do you want to know?" He asks and I laugh and shake my head , his other hands lifts and grabs my other hip and he pulls me against him. My breath hitches and he smirks.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"Lyla" I say, managing not to trip over my own name.
"Let me fuck you Lyla." he says and I shake my head.
"No." I say and he licks his lips.
"My favorite smell is rosemary." He says. I just blink at him.
"My favorite number is twenty three." He says and I swallow.
"I...I'm twenty three." I say. His brow cocks.
"It's fate then." he says and I exhale a little huff.
"My favorite color is blue, I usually prefer a deep blue, royal blue...but i think the color of those eyes, and this dress, are going to take first place."
"Smooth" I say and he smiles.
"No Lyla, i'm rough." he says and grips my hips harder and grinds himself against me.
"And fucking hard as hell right now." he groans.
"not my problem" my voice shakes.
"I think it is, because you might not fuck strangers , but I bet that cunt wants you to." he whispers.
My eyes widen slightly. "I can't believe this actually works for you" I say and shake my head.
"Tell me your cunt isnt begging for it Lyla. Go ahead.Tell me you're not fucking wet for a stranger."
"you're too aggressive" I say.
"no, I just dont see the point in lying about what I want, or not taking the shots I want to take." he says and then slides his one hand behind me and right onto my ass and I bite my lip. Jesus, why was I falling for this? Just because he was hot?
"i'm not having sex with you" I say and he slaps my ass. I jump and widen my eyes at him.
"did you just- ah!" I yelp when he does it again.
"I want to fucking rip this dress off and bend you over the ledge and fuck your cunt so hard the entire city hears you fucking cum on my cock." He groans.
"jesus christ" I hiss as her rubs my ass where he slapped it.
"turn around and lift your dress."
"what? no" I say.
He turns me around and I yelp.
"no, stop" I gasp as Im pushed over the ledge and he grabs my dress and yanks it up. His hand cracking over my ass.
"fuck!" I yell, jumping onto my toes and he slide his hand up my bare back and grabs my hair by the updo and pulls me back from over the ledge.
"what the fuck are you doing" I whimper and he wraps his other arm around me and , pulling my head back against his shoulder and his voice fills my ear.
"taking what I want Lyla" he whispers. "now , reach under that dress, and push that little thong down to your ankles and bend the fuck over so I can put my cock inside you."
My body tingles with a shiver, and I close my eyes.
"I'm...im on my period." I say.
"that just means you'll be even wetter" he groans.
My cunt clenches and I whimper. I dont know why I wasnt terrified, I dont know why I was more turned on that anything. I DID need to get fucked. It's been six months since I've had sex and this stranger was offering it to me. Well, demanding it. Every shameful fantasy I've had of being forced, is in the back of my brain. All the books Ive read, porn i've watched. The kind of shit you feel guilty for reading because you're taught it's wrong. That rape fantasies are sick and disgusting.
"please" I whimper as my voice shakes.
"take your fucking panties off, or i'll rip them off you." He groans in my ear and his hand clenches harder in my hair and I whimper.
"rip them off" I pant.
He freezes for a second. Then he exhales hard against my ear.
"I knew you were an easy fuck." he growls and then I yelp as he pushs my head forward and pushes me down over the ledge, my shoulders and face hanging over the other side above the street as he rips my dress up and grabs my panties and I scream as the fabric burns against my skin as he pulls hard and the fabric rips on one of my hips and then his pushes them down the other side and then reaches between my legs.
I wince, he was not going to...My toes curl as I feel his fingers grab the string and pull out my tampon and drop it on the ground. I've had sex on my period before, once. My boyfriend at the time was so grossed out , he ended up getting sick after looking down and seeing blood on his cock. So i never did it again with any other guys.
"Dont worry, i'll be plugging you back up sweetheart" he groans and then I feel his hand rub my pussy, his fingers going to my clit and I whimper, panting over the ledge, my mouth opening and my eyes rolling, my toes pushing against the other side of the ledge at the ground as my ass lifts and drops and I find myself riding his touch.
"mmmm, i know a slut when I see one" he groans and then smacks my pussy and grabs it and I jump and yelp. His fingers go back to rubbing my clit and his hand grabs my hair, and pulls my head back and I lift off the ledge and place my hands on it as he slides his fingers down, and slips two of them inside me.
"oh god" I moan, because fuck. Being filled felt so fucking good.
"arent you just a fucking tight little whore" he groans and shoves a third finger inside me and I cry out and hiss.
"fuck, fuck" I whine and he shoves them deeper, harder, faster and my legs are shaking and my pussy is clenching around them.
"you're a nasty little slut, arent you Lyla?" he groans and slides his fingers out and then rubs my clit again and I whimper, my pussy aching for more as my clit throbs.
"yes" i breathe. "yes" i repeat.
"Am i the first stranger you've given your cunt to?" he asks. I nod with a whimper.
"lucky me" he groans and then turns me around and grabs my dress and I gasp, and grab his dress shirt as he drops my ass down onto the cement ledge.
He grins.
"Dont worry, I wont let you splatter on the sidewalk." he says and I whimper. What a fucked up thing to say, but he knows it, he grins and spreads my legs and then steps between them. He lifts his fingers to his mouth. My mouth parts as I watch him suck them clean. They're tinted with my blood.
"Take my cock out while i clean your little bleeding cunt from my fingers" he groans.
What a sick bastard. My hands dive for his belt and he grins as I quickly undo his belt and pull it free. My hands racing to undo the button, the zipper , my heels falling off my feet and I wiggle them free and let them drop, my bare feet pushing at his pants and I shove them down and he grins, sucking the last finger clean.
"the ones who try to be the good girls, are the dirtiest, you liked that didn't you?" he grins and licks his fingers one last time. I nod and he smiles and then steps forward.
"condom" I whimper.
He grins and then grabs my jaw and lifts my chin and then shakes his head as he pushes his cock against my pussy.
"i want your pussy to soak my cock in cum and blood" he groans and I whimper, and gasp, my eyes widening as he pushes inside of me. I wince, feeling him stretch me, watching him as he groans while looking at me.
"fuck, that's a good whore, let me right in like a good girl" he groans and I clutch his shirt and his hand goes behind back , holding me , my legs wrapping up and around, hooking over the back of his thighs.
"the best time to fuck, is when a whore is on the rag, you all get so fucking horny when you bleed" he grunts and thrusts deeper and I cry out.
"sick little bitch, you're a fun one" he grins and then pulls me closer and leans his head down, his cock buried inside of me.
"take my belt, and wrap it around your fucking neck" he growls.
my hands dont want to let go of his shirt, afraid he'll fucking toss me over the buildings ledge. I was fucking around with a man who might be a fucking psychopath. Yet, I was so horny, and he was giving me something better than any of the fucking fantasies Ive ever imagined for myself.
I move my hands down and he grabs my face and holds it. His breath panting over my mouth, we dont kiss as he moves his nose against mine.
"good girl, such a good fucking girl" he pants as I slide the belt out of the loops. I whimper at his praise. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"now put it around your fucking neck, through the loop, give me a leash to hold you by while i fuck you." he exhales and them slams his mouth to mine and I moan into his mouth, the kiss is rough and even a little painful as his teeth his my lip and he bites down on my lower one as my hands reach up and start to wrap my neck with his belt.
"you hot fucking whore, give me that" he growls once I get the leather through the loop and he gives me a shove and my eyes go wide as I fly back, and the leather zips through the ring and yanks tight around my throat, and he pulls me right back to him before i fall over the fucking edge.
Tears fill my eyes and my hands reach for his shirt. My heart pounding, and now, im fucking terrified.
He smiles at me as tears fall down my cheeks and I start panicking. Clawing at the tight leather around my neck, and the fact he couldve fucking killed me when pushing me back.
"god, your cunt gets fucking tight as hell when you're scared. love fucking you whores with your life on the line" he groans and then stops pulling and I gasp as I pull the belt looser and he grins and throws his arm around my lower back, and thrusts into me hard.
"oh, you fucking tight little thing' he growls at me. "fuck yes, keep that fucking cunt tight for me Lyla"
He rubs his cheek on my mine and then turns his head and licks my tears, and bites my cheek. Not hard, but i flinch and whimper.
"Lean back" he growls. I shake my head, tears still running down my cheeks. The rape fantasy coming to life, was enough for me. I had no desire to have my life threatened.
"either lean the fuck back, or I'll push you again, and maybe this time, i wont pull you back" he warns and I cry.
"Please, im scared" i cry.
"i know you are, that's what makes this so fun" he says. "lean the fuck back" he growls loudly and I whimper. My hands shaking, everything fucking shaking as I lean back, my hands behind behind me, on the dangerous edge of the ledge.
"tilt your head back" he says and I whimper. His eyes on my trembling lips, he grins.
"dont make me fucking angry, do as you're told" he says , and I cry out, my head dropping back, and he still has his arm around my lower back, his hand on the belt, holding it, but it doesnt make me feel safe.
"oh youre so fucking scared, i can feel how scared you are, feel it in this fucking pussy, feel it in the way your fucking shaking, you're really pretty when you cry Lyla, real fucking pretty"
The belt tightens and I gasp , unable to move my hands from the ledge, because im terrifed I'll slip back.
"oh fuck, that's good, you're doing so fucking good you slut"
He grunts and pulls out and I pant as he drops the belt but still holds me by my lower back and I whimper, looking down as he slaps his cock on my pussy.
"fuckin look at that...fuck thats fuckin sexy" he groans and rubs his cock all over my pussy. He was watching himself smear my blood all over my pussy.
"mm, fuck, i wish you whores bled all the time, nothing as good as wet bloody cunt" he grunts and slams his dick back inside of me. I scream and grab onto him and he grabs me, pulling my ass off the ledge.
"ride my fucking cock with that pussy, bleed on me" he groans loudly and his one arm is around me, reaching for the further side of my ass, grabbing it , the other arm wrapped around my back, his hand between my shoulder blades as I wrap my legs aaround him tight and my arms around his neck. I use my legs and arms to ride him. He smiles at me.
"you're a real fucking whore, such a good fucking whore" he groans and thrusts into me, using his arm and hand on my ass to help bounce me on his cock.
"nasty little slut, miss little i dont fuck strangers, getting her stupid little cunt fucked by a stranger, no condom, my dick bare and buried in your dirty little cunt"
"you fuckin love it" he groans. "god , youre a fucking disgusting little bitch arent you?"
"like men that take what they want....like men that threaten to throw your little pussy over the side of a building, like men screwing your messy little blood covered pussy" he grunts and I kiss him. Slamming my mouth to his as I keep bucking my hips and he groans.
"fuck, youre such a nasty bitch" he grunts and then sets me back down the ledge and I keep one arm around his neck, the other reaching behind his back as he leans into me, making me lean back.
"You better hold on tighter Lyla, because im not gonna fucking hold you." he warns and I moan as he slaps his hands to the cement and starts to fuck me hard. I clutch at his back, my arm tightening around his neck.
"you scared?" he groans.
"yes" I pant.
"you're a hot fucking little whore Lyla, best fuck ive had in a long time, loving what a fucked up little slut you are, your cunt is fucking incredible" he groans and my toes curl.
"i'm gonna cum" I whimper.
"do it you fucking whore, cum all over the cock that forced you to spread these fucking legs" he groans and I clench around him.
My head goes back and i lose my train of thought, my arm loosens and my hand releases his shirt.
"FUCK!" he growls and grabs me as I fall back , my orgasm pulsing around his cock and pants and pulls me tight to him and right of the ledge, his cock slipping out of me.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" he yells at me, but Im fucking dazed and my legs are jello.
"jesus christ!" He yells at me and then the pushes my hair back and holds my face.
"the fuck was that?! I told you to hold on!" he yells at me and i giggle. Delirious and drunk on a strangers dick.
"the fuck, the fuck" he shakes his head at me. Growling at me, and I just giggle and then clutch his shirt.
"what are you , suicidal? thought you'd get one last fuck in before you threw yourself over the ledge?"
I giggle and shake my head.
"thats not fucking funny, you literally almost fucking died" He growls at me and I laugh and pat his chest.
"im not....laughing at that" I laugh and he growls at me.
"then what the fuck are you laughing at?" he snarls and I smile. My eyes looking up at the top of his head and I giggle. I reach up and flick the carboard party hat that didnt even phase me as I was getting fucked.
He snarls and snatches it off.
"You're fucking insane" he growls.
I shrug. "maybe"
"you killed my fucking hard on." He growls.
I give him a little pout. "poor stranger with my blood on his dick." I say and pull his belt off of my neck and hold it in my hand.
He snarls. "I SHOULD throw you off the fucking building."
"Do it. I'll haunt you afterward." I say and shove my dress down.
"So was that all an act? The good girl that doesnt sleep around, the being scared?" he asks .
"No, i dont sleep around. You just happened to weaken with me with offering me one of my fantasies. And i was definitely scared. Youre kind of fucked up Ezra Vance." I say and pick up my fucking tampon and walk it to the trash at the side of the building.
"Says the woman who almost died seconds after cumming on my dick by throwing herself back." he growls.
"Mmm, so you're a hero as well as an asshole. Good for you." I say and walk over and pat his chest. Handing him a napkin from one of the tables.
"Where are you going?" he asks as I walk back to the door.
"Home." I shrug and open the door.
"Wait a fuckin minute" he says, cleaning his dick and pulling up his pants.
"no thank you!" I call back and let the door shut, and race down the stairwell with maniacal laughter. I left my shoes on the roof, but oh well.
I sneak back into the party, and to the guest bedroom I'm staying in tonight. I close the door, and lock it. Smiling to myself as I go to the bathroom and clean myself up and get ready for bed.
The party is still going when I doze off an hour later, smiling to myself at the thrill of what happened on the roof. Dirty and dangerous. I wasnt sure sex would ever be the same after my encounter with Ezra Vance.