MasukJudeI woke up because the fridge would not shut up.That thing had been a dead box for two days. Now it was the loudest object I owned. Cold air. A click every thirty seconds. The ceiling light in the hall was on too. I had forgotten to kill that one.Lena was still on my floor.Sheet twisted around one thigh. My shirt nowhere. Morning coming through the window we never closed. I could see all of her. Not candle. Not storm. Day. The bite on her shoulder was already a color. Gravel marks on her knee from the roof. Dried rain in her hair.I lay there and looked at her like I had not had my mouth on every inch of that.She opened her eyes without moving.“The fridge,” she said.“Yeah.”“I hate it.”“Me too.”She sat up. No attempt to cover anything. Daylight on her tits, on the faint bruises my hands left on her hips, on the inside of her thighs. I got hard against the sheet and did not bother hiding it. She saw. She looked at it the way she looked at the ice the first night.“I should
When he stood again and pushed back inside her, the truck springs gave. The door stayed open. Rain hit her shins. He held her hips and fucked her like the alley belonged to them. The wet sound of it was lost under the storm. She watched his face in the dark. Eyes half shut. Mouth open. The muscle in his jaw jumping every time he bottomed out.“Jude.”“I know.”He pulled out and came on her stomach, on the soaked shirt, on the seat. She felt the heat of it in the cold air and dragged her fingers through it and down between her legs because she wanted him to watch.He did.He leaned in and kissed her slow. Rain dripped from his hair onto her cheeks.That was when the streetlight at the corner flickered.Once.Twice.Then it held.A second later the building behind them slammed awake. Windows lit in a ragged line, floor by floor. A cheer went up somewhere. An AC unit kicked so hard it rattled a frame. The dead traffic light went yellow, then green, then started cycling like nothing had h
The rain started before the lights did.It hit the fire escape first, hard, like someone had thrown a bucket at the brick. Then it came through the open window in a sheet and slapped the floor. The heat in the room cracked. Real air. Wet. Almost cold.Lena sat up off the sheet.“Is that—”Thunder rolled over the block and cut her off.Jude was already on his feet. He shoved the window higher. Rain blew in and ran down his chest. He laughed once, short, like he had forgotten he could. Lena stood beside him and put her arms out and let it hit her. Two days of sweat rinsed off in ten seconds. Her hair stuck to her mouth. The shirt she had stolen from him went transparent and heavy.“I have to get out of this building,” she said.He didn’t argue.They took the stairs barefoot. His shorts. Her, his shirt and nothing under it. By the second floor the concrete was dark with runoff from someone’s window. By the lobby the front doors were open because the super had given up. The street was a r
He was buried in her. Her nails were in his shoulders. Footsteps on metal. Then nothing. Whoever it was had stopped, or gone back in.Jude started moving again anyway.Short. Deep. His mouth on hers to keep her quiet. She kissed him like she wanted to climb into it. He reached between them and rubbed her clit with his thumb, rough circles, and she came with a broken noise into his mouth and her body locking down on him so hard he cursed.He did not come.He pulled out, set her on her feet, and walked her backward to the vent. The metal was vibrating, a low useless hum. He sat on it. The heat of the machine came through his shorts until he shoved them down. He pulled her into his lap facing out, toward the city, and dropped her onto his cock.She took all of him with a sound that was not careful.He held her hips and bounced her on him. Her back to his chest. His mouth at her ear. The shirt was the only thing on her and it hid nothing from anyone who might look up. She did not pull it
The roof door said AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL and it was already propped with a cinder block.Somebody had been up here before them. A folding chair. A dead plant in a cracked pot. A rusted vent kicking out air that was only less dead than the halls. The sky was that dirty orange cities get when the heat will not leave.Lena went through first.Gravel bit her feet. She had put on his shirt and nothing else. The wind up here actually moved. It went under the shirt and touched everything. Jude shut the door against the block so it would not lock them out. The latch still caught on a piece of wood someone had jammed there. Not safe. Not closed.She walked to the edge.Four stories was not high until you looked down. The alley. His fire escape. Her brick wall. A square of somebody else’s candle two buildings over.Jude came up behind her and put both hands on the low wall on either side of her hips. He did not pull her back. He put his mouth on the side of her neck and breathed there.“If I go
He grabbed her ass and pulled her down. No air. Just his tongue and the sound he made into her. She rode his face the way the heat demanded, slow grinds, her hands on the wall above the headboard. He sucked when she let him breathe. When she came she stayed there and shook on his tongue until he had to turn his head.She slid down his body, wet all over his chest and stomach, and took him in her hand. Then her mouth. Salt. Heat. She had not done this yet. She learned him with her tongue, the thick vein, the way his hip jumped when she took him deeper. His hand landed in her hair and didn’t push. Just held.“Lena.”She pulled off and climbed up him and sank down on his cock in one drop that made both of them curse.Her place had no breeze to hide in. Just skin and the wet noise of her taking him. She planted her hands on his chest and fucked him from above, thighs burning, sweat running between her breasts onto his stomach. He watched her do it. His hands on her hips didn’t steer. They







