Chapter 19

“We never go anywhere,” she said aloud, looking out the window at the busy city street below. It wasn’t said with disappointment, merely observed factually as she turned back to face him. Dennis looked up from his place on the bed. His chest remained shirtless, but he had his black trousers on again and his laptop in its place of name.

“Where do you want to go?” he asked, a note of strain creeping into his voice.

“Nowhere,” she assured him, flopping down on the bed. He reached out to stroke her arm warmly, but briefly. He went back to his laptop. She waited a moment, then said, “You know, I could be working.”

“Do you want Robert to bring you back to campus for an hour or so?” Dennis asked absently, his eyes intently scanning whatever was on his screen.

“I guess,” she said, mildly irked at his dismissal of her. She got up and went to the door.

“I’ll see you for dinner,” he said. “We’ll go somewhere.”

Again he failed to look at her, and it was with a sigh of disgust that Marqi closed the door after herself. She jogged downstairs and sought out Robert. He appeared in the lobby momentarily, and Marqi assumed Dennis had called him.

“Back to school, miss?” he asked politely.

“Yes, please,” she answered. She followed him to the car and went through the usual drill, thinking how odd this area of town was considering how different it was from the downtrodden student housing merely a few blocks away. When they arrived at her dormitory, Marqi thanked the chauffeur for the ride, got out of the vehicle, and climbed the miserable steps to her aging building. Her room was overly hot, having been shut up all day without the air conditioning or an open window to let the place breathe. She switched on the a/c feeling only a mild pang of guilt, and then went to her desk. She got out her English text and tried to concentrate on what she could only assume was a farce of a traditional romantic tale. It was dry, boring, the characters impossibly stupid, and she was forced to endure them for thirty pages before the lead decided to off himself.

“Nice,” Marqi breathed sarcastically to herself. Literature was no friend to her. No matter what she read, some character was always doing something that defied all common logic. It frustrated her to have to write endless papers explaining why the writer took a perfectly decent piece of imagination and warped it until it was unrecognizable. She pulled a fresh pen from her desk drawer and tried to think of a coherent way to transfer her thoughts to paper. She doubted the English Lit professor would care about her opinions, and therefore she tried valiantly to discern the theme of the piece before proceeding further.

She was so deep in thought that Marqi hardly noticed the shadows stretching across the lawn outside. The sun sank lower, and Marqi actually jumped when the phone at her bedside rang. She picked it up, half expecting the voice of the doomed characters of her essay to be on the other end.

“Come downstairs,” Dennis said, “we’ll be late for our reservation.”

“Reservation?” Marqi repeated nervously. She wasn’t remotely ready for anything that required a reservation. “Dennis, I don’t…”

“Not a word, just get down here.” Click, dial tone.

“Son of a bitch!” she swore, slamming the phone down. She abandoned her pen and paper and flew to her closet, hopelessly searching for that elusive little black dress she hoped would somehow be in here. It wasn’t. She grabbed something that was a cross between a sundress and a salsa skirt and pulled it on quickly. She dug the matching silver sandals out of the back of the closet and shoved her feet into them, thinking immediately how ugly her toes looked. She hadn’t had a pedicure recently enough to be wearing these particular sandals in public, but it was rather past too late to do anything about that. She ran a brush through her long, dark hair, put on a dose of lip gloss, and yanked her purse from her desk. She barely remembered to add her room key back to the collection before running out the door like a woman possessed.

“What kept you?” Dennis chided, pausing to kiss her cheek before ushering her into the town car.

Marqi laughed shortly and said nothing as Dennis slid in beside her. The car rolled forward and she found herself trying to see where they were going through the dark. The streetlights illuminated things, but not enough for Marqi to understand where they were headed. She was slightly disappointed when they ended up back at the hotel.

She said nothing as Dennis took her hand and led her into the hotel where she’d fucked him earlier. At first she was surprised when they passed the hotel’s restaurant, but when he led her toward the elevators, she figured they’d be dining in his room. He astonished her yet again by taking her past the guest elevators to a side bank of cars. Here they rode up to the rooftop, and Marqi was pleasantly greeted by a waiter in a white coat and a private dinner for two complete with twinkle lights and a big, silvery moon in the star-flocked sky. Her date led her to the table where their personal server poured champagne. They drank, and he refilled their glasses, then disappeared at a wave from Dennis.

Alone with Dennis on the rooftop, Marqi couldn’t help but smile. “Something tells me they would have held our reservation.”

“Perhaps,” he countered, taking her hand and kissing her fingertips, “but I couldn’t wait another moment.”

He stood up, pulling her from her chair directly into his arms. He kissed her hard on the mouth, and she tasted champagne, feeling his hardening cock pressing into her through his pants.

“I’m ready to build up my appetite,” he breathed, his hand coming up to cup her breast. Marqi opened her mouth to him, sliding her own hand along the bulge in his trousers. He hissed through his teeth before kissing her again. He reached back, smoothly unzipping her dress and forcing her out of it. Her tits bounced unsupported as the fabric fell away, leaving her in nothing but heels and her thong. Dennis’s hands roamed down her back, squeezing the firm lobes of her ass, and pulling her taut against him. He rubbed his cock on her, kissing her mouth, his cock growing harder with each passing second. Marqi returned the favor by opening his pants and helping him out of them. He unbuttoned his dress shirt and she smoothed it away from his chest, letting it join the litter of clothing at their feet. Dennis pushed her down on her knees, commanding her to, “Suck.”

Marqi’s lips parted as she invited his cock into her mouth. She sucked him as he bade, her head bobbing along his length while he watched, thinking how erotic it was to see her long, midnight hair swaying freely with her tits. Her nipples were teased by the chilly night air, and he reached down to touch his shaft, forcing his deeper into her mouth with a thrust toward her. He had been horny since he’d seen her in that little dress, hugging her curves, showing off her body’s perfection. He’d almost taken it off her in the car, but he’d been thinking about fucking her on this rooftop since he’d made the arrangements, and his anticipation had only served to heighten his current pleasure. He pushed her back, ready to fuck her blind on the cold, hard roof. She laid down on their pile of clothes and spread her legs, knowing well how he liked to see her like this. He lowered himself between her thighs, rubbing her lightly with the head of his swollen cock. His dick was already red and hard as a rock when he positioned himself at her pussy. She reached up to grip his shoulders, tilting her hips to welcome his penetration. She gasped when he tunneled into her, his hard cock splitting her open. Her pussy closed around him, kneading his hard-on lightly while she whimpered beneath him. He touched her breasts, licking her nipples while she moaned and raised her hips to meet his thrusts. Dennis fucked her slowly, enjoying every motion of his long, hard cock sliding in and out of her body. Her pussy grew wet and needy and she moaned his name loudly.

“Oh, Dennis,” she murmured, cooing a little louder, “harder, please! Harder!”

“What do you want me to do, little pet?” he asked, “Hm? Would you have me fuck you so hard that you scream?”

“Yes, please,” she begged him, her pussy clenching his cock. She raised her hips, riding him as he thrust, sliding up on his cock while he bore down so that she could rub her clit against him. “Mmmm, yes, fuck… fuck…”

“Yes, my little slut, tell me what you want,” he chuckled.

“Fuck me, Dennis! Fuck me hard!” she writhed beneath him, and he banged her without shame, their bodies bared to the night sky while he probed her, slamming his cock into her harder and harder, over and over again, while she begged him for more, her round, firm tits squashed against his chest as his hardened cock rammed into her, so hard it was like a statue of glass, unrelenting and smooth inside her. She came on it hard, screaming his name over and over again while her pussy drenched his cock with her juices. Like glass, Dennis shattered; his cock spurted hard and hot inside her as he fucked out every last bit into her wanting pussy. She milked him, loving it, while he spasmed and moaned, groaning as every last drop burst from his balls and shot out of his long, hard cock, relieving him of his burden. Release was sweet for both of them, and for long moments afterward, neither of them spoke.

Slowly Dennis disentangled himself from her and stood up, his proud cock gleaming with their come.

“Delicious,” he uttered. “Now, let’s eat.”