I spotted Marco across the crowded rooftop bar, his sharp jawline and effortless charm drawing every eye. He was the kind of handsome that made conversations pause, yet when I approached with a witty remark about his drink choice, he barely nodded before turning away. My pulse quickened with irritation mixed with desire; I wasn't used to being ignored. That was when Luca slid in beside me, his boyfriend, with a smirk that promised trouble. "Marco's loss is my gain," he said, voice low and teasing. "You look like someone who deserves better than radio silence." I laughed sharply, retorting, "And you look like someone who knows how to fill the silence." The air thickened instantly, his gaze lingering on my lips as we bantered about bad flirting tactics and the absurdity of rooftop pretensions. Tension coiled between us like a live wire, his hand brushing mine accidentally on purpose. I felt the heat rising, my body responding despite my focus on Marco earlier. Luca's wit matched mine blow for blow, turning the ignored advances into something electric and forbidden. By the third round of drinks, the witty exchanges had turned sultry, his words painting pictures of what Marco was missing. I decided then that strength meant claiming what I wanted, and Luca was offering it with hungry eyes. We slipped away to a quieter corner, the city lights blurring as our conversation deepened into confessions of attraction and the thrill of the chase. My heart raced, pussy already wet from the buildup of sharp words and stolen glances. Luca pulled me close, whispering how he'd noticed me first, how Marco's disinterest opened doors he intended to walk through boldly. I pushed back playfully, asserting control as I kissed him hard, tasting the promise of more. Clothes came off in a rush of panting breaths and sweating skin, my hands exploring his hard body while he groaned appreciatively. Dropping to my knees, I gave him a blowjob that left him gripping my hair, his cock throbbing in my mouth as I took charge. He lifted me onto the ledge, spreading my ass and driving into my dripping pussy with powerful thrusts that made me cry out in pleasure. We moved together, horny and relentless, until he came deep inside me, cum mixing with my own release as we panted against each other. The encounter left us both satisfied yet craving the complications ahead. What happens when Marco finally notices?
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