The window

The loft is empty on purpose. No bed I have to explain, a tall window, a wool sweater if I want one. Lorcan is forty-six. He is not Nils, and he is not a customer I blurred into a lover at the register. We met at a late gallery I was not working, and we had already said the sentence on the sidewalk. I want your cock in my ass against that window. I will touch my cunt. Harbor means stop. He said harbor. He came up. I was in the grey sweater and navy trousers, hair down, fifty-one and wide awake. The glass showed the harbor and not much of us. I liked that. I told him again, closer, that I wanted it filthier than the morning had been, and that filthy was still mine to steer.

I stripped the sweater off and turned to the glass. I passed him the bottle from the sill. I said slick your cock. I said I am going to put you in. His cock filled my hand, heavy, and I guided it to my ass and sank back until I had him. The stretch was sharper standing. I braced my palms on the wood frame and told him to fuck my ass. He did, deep strokes, his chest against my back, his breath at my ear without grabbing my hair. I dropped one hand to my cunt and fucked my cunt with two fingers while his cock worked my ass. I was loud. The loft could take it. I told him his cock belonged in my ass tonight and that my cunt was going to come because of it.

He fucked my ass harder when I said harder. My thighs shook. I rubbed my clit and came in a rush, cunt gushing over my fingers, ass gripping his cock so tight he swore. I laughed through it, delighted, forehead to the frame. I told him to stay in until I eased, then to pull out and come on my ass where I could feel it cool. He waited. Then he stroked his cock and came across my ass, thick, and I reached back and smeared nothing, just felt it, because I like the proof for a minute.

We stood until my legs were mine. Sweater back on, no performance of shame. I gave him water. He did not ask to sleep there, which is why I might ask him again. Harbor stayed unspoken. I locked the loft and walked down to the water alone, fifty-one, fucked exactly the way I had ordered, already thinking about coffee in my own kitchen.