17
Enya’s plan fell apart the moment the signed offer left her fingertips. It was as if she was ripping a part of herself out and handing it over to the corporate overlord. Her dreams, ambitions and want of anything going with it. Enya didn’t return to the shop after she delivered the papers that handed over her shop to Silversson Industries. She no longer cared about cleaning or emptying her shop or trying to explain how she felt to her friends. She didn’t want to cry, to argue, to possibly lose friends who just couldn’t understand how she felt at that very moment. She would need friends later and there was no guarantee they would stick around if she let her crazy self loose on them.
Instead, Enya went to the rooftop in the search of her mysterious lover. The man who seemingly started this whole process, though she was sure he couldn’t have possibly done so. She wanted to find the comfort and strength she first felt in his arms during their rendezvous up on the very same rooftop.
He did not show up that night, just as he hadn’t the night she had slept upon the roof after the Silversson Grandma disaster. She repeated her journey also on the next night, as well as on the third. She was determined, but her mystery man was elusive.
During the day, when she wasn’t staring into the skyline from the rooftop, Enya turned off her phone and slept as much as she could. There was not much to do anyway. She was not in the mood for packing the stuff in the shop. Hiding away from everyone and everything felt good. She needed some time to calm down, heal, and not think. Sooner or later she was going to make everything alright again, that was what she always did. She didn’t quite know how, or when just that it would happen when she was ready.
On the fourth night, he showed up. Enya was lost in thought, her eyes slowly scanning the lights flickering in the distance when a light shuffling stirred her attention. Enya could not explain the relief she felt when her eyes fell onto the yellow glass of his goggles. A sense of being safe and protected filled her being.
“So you came back,” he said as he sat down next to her as if it was a completely normal thing that she’d come searching for him night after night. There was no surprise, no happiness or anger in his voice. Just plain words as if read from a page of a boring book. “Good to see you.”
He was wearing his mask along with the yellow lensed goggles that Enya remembered so well. She felt no need to see his face, look into his eyes. The mystery around him, the anonymity oddly made her trust him even more. The was no danger of either knowing the other. He was her safe escape from everything and everyone, and one person in particular.
“I had almost lost the hope that I’d see you again,” she said.
“Did you search for me?” she could hear the amusement in his voice.
“I did.” Enya was not playing any games. She knew why she was here and she was going for it. “I needed you.”
“Is that so?” He did not sound very excited. “I believe you should leave. It is not safe for you here.”
He jumped up from his seat as if it was hit by lightning. Enya was not sure whether it was her words that unsettled him or some inner drama of his own she was unaware of. It was not often that she confessed about her needing anyone, let alone told a man she had met only once in her life and spent only one spontaneous night with him.
“Please, don’t push me away,” she walked close to him. “This was the only place I wanted to be.”
“Why is that? You seemed in a hurry when you disappeared last time,” his voice was cold, full of accusation.
“Can we...” she licked her lips. Enya was not used to speaking or asking for sex. In her universe that usually happened without words. Thomas Silversson had made her beg him for pleasure a few times. But that is what brought her back to the rooftop; an attempt to erase Thomas Silversson from her life.
“We can,” he said.
“You didn’t even hear what I was going to say.”
“Does it matter? I tell you there is nothing we can’t. There is nothing you can’t. Now, tell me what you want.”
He was different today, cold and also arrogant. He reminded her of him when there was supposed to be nothing similar about those two people. Or maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her and she was seeing Thomas Silversson everywhere, including in her mysterious street artist. Still, the feeling that he reminded her of him, did not give her any rest. And even worse, it made her want him even more.
“I...” Enya swallowed the lump of guilt and anxiety in her throat.
She didn’t want to say it, to be forced to beg for what she wanted like Thomas had made her do. Yet, she knew she would because she needed it.
“I want you to take me on this rooftop again,” She finally blurted out.
“Darling, that is one sweet request I cannot reject. But tell me one thing. Why, all of a sudden, do you crave anonymous sex again, Enya?”
Enya shuddered. He was reading right through her soul. He had done it before, was doing it now again. Everything about this man should have terrified her, pushed her to run away from him. Yet, like a butterfly seeking her own destruction, Enya was flying right into the arms of men who were to burn her to ashes with her flames.
“I want to push someone out of my heart,” she bowed her head.
One thing made her feel stronger, honestly. She was not good in pretending things were any different from what they truly were. She was here only and only because she did want to let another man take what she had given to Thomas Silversson. In some way, in her twisted mind, she was hurting him. He took several long breaths. Enya could not see his eyes, but she could read pain in his body language. He made a step back, then forward, then back again, not knowing whether he wanted to reach for her and stay away from whatever madness had taken over her.
“He has hurt you,” he finally spoke.
Though hushed by the thick material of his mask, she could hear the raw emotion in his voice. It touched her and pained her. Maybe she was being unfair to him in her desire to avenge someone else.
“He did nothing,” she said curtly.
“Huh, is that why it hurts even more?”
He was speaking the words that Enya was not ready to admit to herself. Maybe that was why she needed his company again. Maybe that was why she was ready to trust him even without seeing his face. There was something very sweet about him, and something too familiar.
“Tell me what you really want, Enya.”
“Make me forget him,” she said without thinking. Sometimes words betrayed her. Usually, those were the most sincere words that came out of her mouth. “Please.”
He pulled her close and wrapping his strong arms around her, held her in his firm embrace so long that tears started pouring out of her eyes without her consent. Enya rarely cried in anyone’s company. She always tried to keep looking strong.
“Watch the night with me, Enya,” he whispered into her ear. “Naked,” he then added, and her whole body shivered.
She knew exactly what she wanted as she came here but watching the night while being naked was not exactly her idea of passionate sex meant to push the other man out of her mind. Watching the night sounded too intimate, too sincere. She wanted him to erase every memory of Thomas from her heart. Yet, whatever he said or did, reminded her of him even more.
If she hesitated for another minute, she knew she was going to change her mind. Enya quickly unbuttoned her shirt and let it slide down her shoulders and pool around her feet. It was a warm autumn night and the wind was kind to her. She felt the caress of the cool air. The kisses placed by his hot mouth contrasted it and gave her a mind-blowing blend of sensations.
“Your turn,” she said, licking her lips, impatient to get a better look of his body. She had not had a chance to see much during their first night.
He was wearing an over-sized black hoodie and Enya’s fingers reached for the zipper and pulled it down. Enya was expecting to see a strong, muscled chest. The colorful skin that was revealed to her took her breath away. She let out a gasp as he took off the hoodie and stood in front of her baring what she thought was a very symbolic body art for him.
There was a fiery black dragon rising from the ashes on his chest, with its wings spread to the sides and flames and ashes covering his belly and waist. The design covered almost every inch of his chest. It was a very detailed work, very sensual, powerful yet carrying the pain that the dragon had felt. Its eyes were bright green and there was a scar that ran down the dragon’s long neck to where she supposed was its heart.
“Where did you get the scar?” she asked him, her finger tracing its outline.
He took her hand into his as he helped her trace the scar.
“Tough childhood,” he shrugged. “My dad loved music and booze more than anything.”
He looked away and she knew he did not want to talk more about it. Enya’s whole body trembled. That scar carried so much more than painful memories of his childhood. He was a survivor. Someone who not only rose up again but turned his pain into beautiful art.
“Did you make the design yourself?” it was not really a question. She could see the familiar style. His street art was much bigger in size but the beautiful details and the raw anger that she saw in all those works came from the same source.
“I made the sketch, a friend did the ink,” he explained. “What’s next?”
She could not see his lips but she knew he was smiling mischievously. Her jeans were discarded next and then her underwear. Enya stood nearly naked in front of him wearing only her bra.
“Can this stay?” she asked, not sure if she could hide behind that small piece of lace or if she wanted him to rip it off and kiss her nipples.
“No way,” he growled and did exactly as she imagined. The bra flew across the roof and his palms cupped her breasts. “Your heart is beating fast,” he whispered. “Breathe!”
She took long and deep breaths. Her chest rose filled with air and fell as she let it out. When her breathing calmed a little bit, he bowed his head and placed tender kisses on her breasts. So many that in no time Enya was left breathless again. Too soon he pulled away, his mask falling to hide his face before Enya could see what was behind it. With her now completely naked, he followed suit, leaving only his mask and goggles to cover his face.
They sat down. She felt small and protected as she leaned against his chest and placed her hands on his knees. He hugged her bare shoulders protecting her from the wind. As they sat there in silence, Enya studied the ink on his arms. They carried the same dragon theme, but there were also some numbers hidden in the design, which Enya thought were dates that mattered to him. There were also some scars which were covered with the artwork.
“They are beautiful,” she said. Touching them, made her feel stronger, and believe that there was no hardship or disappointment that could crash her.
“I’ll make sure you have a nice view of them when I take you,” he promised.
His hand slid down her thigh. He massaged the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh, getting very close to her exposed pussy but never touching it. He then directed her hand toward his crotch and placed her palm on his cock that jerked to life as her fingers touched it.
Enya hesitated for a moment, before she cured her fingers around his member. With every touch he grew larger and harder. So much power flew through her body as she held that sensitive shaft in her hand and knew he reacted to her; she had the ability to make him want more, love him or hurt him.
Distracted with now very erect cock in her hand, Enya had completely forgotten the fingers that were getting closer and closer to her slit. It first felt that his mind was far away and his fingers were mirroring his thoughts by caressing her thighs in those lazy, circular movements. The more he ignored her needy parts, the more awake and excited they got. There was the heat of her body radiating through them, burning her from the inside, and the cool night air that brushed her love lips, made them tremble and crave for more touch.
When his fingers finally found her clit, she winced and squeezed the hard member in her hand. He responded to her with a throaty groan and more forceful caress on her pink little button setting it on fire. He collected her juices in his fingers and brought them to his mouth. He licked them clean, moaning as he swallowed her flavor and made her feel like the most delicious treat that had touched his tongue.
Enya leaned closer to him. She liked how his shaft was squeezed between their bodies, enjoyed the hardness of his chest, and now, as she knew that there was a fiery dragon inked on it, she almost felt the heat of that fire as his skin touched her back. His breath was heavy and when his chest rose and fell, it seemed that the dragon was coming to life and it was its fiery breath warming her back.
His fingers reached back to her clit. He had left them lonely for several long moments and she knew she did not disappoint him when he discovered all the sweet juices her lonely pussy had released in the absence of his fingers, waiting for him. Her excitement was dripping down her thighs and onto the rooftop. His strong fingers explored her folds, massaging her swollen lips, teasing her opening, probing it, pushing in and withdrawing quickly, leaving her hungry for more.
Their hands moved in perfect unison, every time he rubbed hard on her clit, she put more pressure in her caresses on his cockhead; when he circled her opening, she did the same to his shaft; when she touched his balls, he pinched her clit and made her body jump with pleasure. With his other arm, he held her in his embrace.
“Tell me what you want,” he repeated.
Those simple words gave no rest to her. They also empowered her. Enya realized she liked telling her lovers what she wanted and getting it from them.
“I want to see the dragon and the stars as you fuck me,” she said.
He shifted behind her, rising to his knees. Enya winced as his manhood slid free from her grip. Her pussy was also abandoned and left alone against the cool touch of the wind.
“Lie down,” he commanded.
He helped her to lower her back until she felt the cold touch of the roof against her. It was so much nicer when she was leaning against his chest. Now, as he spread her legs and knelt between them, so close to her aching pussy, a perfect view of his upper body opened in front of her eyes.
“Place your hands under your head and don’t move them,” he told her.
Enya did as he asked. Grabbing her hips, he helped her lift her legs and spread them wide apart.
Enya felt her face blush with embarrassment. With her legs in the air so widely open, they had formed a V frame through which she would watch him. Her folds were open and exposed to him. Her breasts stood proud and erect, with nipples pink because of all the excitement they got, blushing under his gaze hidden behind those glasses.
He did not hurry. Every time he eased himself a little bit into her heat, he pulled back and Enya whimpered as the emptiness inside her was becoming unbearable. Every time his cockhead laid at her opening, her insides quivered ready to swallow him in. He pushed inside her, halfway, and pulled back. Enya thought that not only his eyes but also the bright green eyes of the dragon were staring at her. She was getting so impatient, she tried lifting her ass and thrusting into him but the strong hands at her hips held her in place.
“Relax, beautiful,” he spoke to her. “Lie back and enjoy.”
And then he was inside her again and pushed all the way in. Enya’s back arched. He grew even larger when buried inside her. She felt so full that even breathing was an effort. He did not move until the tension left her body and she relaxed under the double-gazes piercing her to the rooftop. Varying the speed and depth of his thrusts he took his pleasure driving Enya mad with desire to explode around him. He was skilled enough to not let her rush with it.
Washed in the lights of the city, he made love to her unhurriedly. His grip on her hips was hard and Enya knew he was going to leave a new set of marks on her. His breathing grew ragged and it seemed like the dragon was flapping its wings as it flew out of the fire. The flames and ashes also came to life as his chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing.
He placed one of her legs on his shoulder and used his free hand to rub her clit driving her wild.
Thrusting into her deep and fast now, and teasing her clit mercilessly, he pushed Enya further and further into the land of blissful pleasure. She exploded first and as her pussy shook and quivered around him, he thrust harder and harder and harder until she felt his hot essence fill her body.
“Thomas,” Enya screamed in bliss as her body shook in the aftershocks of her orgasm and as he shot strings of his cum inside her. She was not sure why she called that name but she knew that was the only name that came to her mind, the only person she needed right now.
“I am right here, darling,” he said and collapsed on top of her.
It took several long moments for Enya’s mind to recover from the maddening orgasm and for the words to sink into her conscience. She did not ask who he was, he did not deny being someone else. He hugged and kissed her and called her ‘darling’ as only Thomas Silversson did.
Enya’s hand, still trapped under her head, moved before she knew what she was doing. She pulled off the mask and the glasses to find a pair of vibrant green eyes staring at her, those eyes that she loved and hated so much. Those lips, the very same ones that she had been dreaming about for so many days, crushed against her mouth and stole a kiss from her before she could speak a word.
Confused and filled with anger, Enya wrapped her arms around Thomas’ neck. She did not feel relief from the realization that she was in his arms again. The world just grew darker and the pain of being deceived filled her.
She let herself enjoy another moment in his embrace. He buried his nose into her hair and inhaled deeply. His body shook feverishly, his grip tightened. They lay on the roof in silence. There were no words that could fill the void between them, no words to make things right.
Enya did not find the words even after she got up, put her clothes on and left. He did not say anything either. The sound of their silence was all that filled this night. The night of their farewell.