ウイスキーとウェディングケーキ

私はあの息苦しい宴会場のテーブルに座り、考えられるのは彼の手のことだけだった。心臓が激しく鼓動していて、テーブル中の全員に聞こえているに違いないと思った。ジェイクは向かい側に座り、ぱりっとしたスーツ姿で、肩越しの誰かに微笑みかけていた。私はテーブルクロスの下でドレスの裾を握りしめ、今すぐあの指が私の肌の上を滑るのを想像していた。

Megan's wedding was loud, as always. The guests had already gotten into the booze, the music was blaring, and Jake and I had come here as a couple finally ready to act on what we'd been whispering about late at night. He didn't know I'd overheard his conversation with his buddy last night. The one where he admitted how much he wanted to fuck me at this wedding, with everyone around none the wiser.

"You smell especially good tonight," he whispered, leaning in close as the waiter topped off our champagne. His breath burned against my ear.

"Good?" I smirked, running my foot up his ankle under the table. "What if I told you I'm already wet just from the way you smiled at me?"

彼の目が暗くなった。ジェイクは固唾を飲んだが、離れなかった。代わりに、彼の手のひらが重いテーブルクロスの下で私の膝に置かれた。彼の指は上へと這い上がり、私のドレスの薄いシルクをさらに高く押し上げた。私はテーブルでその場で声を漏らさないように唇を噛んだ。

「本気で言ってるの？ここで？」と彼は息を漏らしたが、その声はすでに荒く、欲情でかすれていた。

"Did you think I'd wait until we got home?" I leaned down like I was fixing my napkin and whispered right against his lips: "I heard you last night. Everything. How you told your buddy you wanted to shove your hard cock into me right at this wedding... while everyone's dancing."

ジェイクは固まったが、指はすでに私のショーツの縁に届いていた。彼は湿った布地をなぞり、私が震えるのを感じた。

"Fuck... you were eavesdropping?" His voice mixed surprise and excitement. "And? Did you like it?"

"Loved it." I spread my legs wider under the table, letting him slide a finger beneath the lace. "So right now, you're going to stand up and follow me. To the ladies' room at the end of the hall. The door doesn't lock, but that just makes it hotter."

He didn't argue. We stood almost simultaneously, like we were just getting up to dance. Jake walked behind me, his palm on my lower back, fingers gripping the fabric. The hallway was dim, the scent of flowers and expensive perfume mixing with the distant thump of music. I pushed open the door to a small guest room with a plush loveseat and a big mirror.

The second the door clicked shut, he pinned me against the wall. The kiss was greedy, wet, tongues tangling while his hands kneaded my tits through the dress. My nipples went rock-hard under his fingers.

"You're such a fucking tease," he muttered against my lips, biting my bottom one. "You sat there all night knowing I wanted to fuck you?"

"Knew it... and wanted it just as bad," I answered, fumbling with his belt with shaking hands. His cock sprang free, already rock hard, hot, with a slick tip. I wrapped my palm around it, stroking up and down slowly, feeling it pulse.

ジェイクはうめき声を上げ、頭をのけぞらせた。彼の指がついに私のドレスの下に潜り込み、パンティーを膝まで引き下ろした。私はそれを脱ぎ捨て、床に置き去りにした。彼は私を持ち上げ、鏡のそばの細いテーブルの端に座らせた。私の脚は自然と彼の腰に巻き付いた。

「見て」と彼は囁き、私の顔を鏡の方へ向けた。「私がお前を犯すのを見ていろ。」

鏡の中で見えた—彼の太いチンポが私の濡れたまんこにゆっくりと滑り込んでいくのが。少しずつ、私を押し広げながら。私は背を反らせ、彼の肩に爪を食い込ませた。

「ああ…もっと奥に…」と彼が最奥まで達したとき、私は息を吐き出しました。熱が私の全身を完全に満たしました。

He started moving—slow at first, savoring every thrust, then faster, harder. The table creaked, my moans mixing with his ragged breathing. Jake held my hip with one hand while the other worked my clit in circles, making me shake.

「俺のザーメンが欲しいって言って」彼は耳元で囁き、腰の動きを速めた。その声は低く、興奮で震えていた。

"I want it... cum inside me... right here while everyone's dancing in there," I answered, kissing his neck. My inner muscles clenched around him tighter and tighter.

He fucked me harder, deeper, hitting that sweet spot every time. I came first—sharp, violent, clamping my hand over my mouth so the scream wouldn't echo down the hall. My body convulsed, my pussy pulsing, squeezing wetness around his cock.

Jake followed a few thrusts later. He slammed in to the hilt and froze, flooding me with hot ropes of cum deep inside. I felt every pulse, every drop.

私たちは息を荒げて固まった。彼はすぐには抜かなかった。ただ私をより強く抱きしめ、額を私の額に押し当てた。私たちは互いの息を聞いた——荒く、まだ興奮していたが、落ち着きつつあった。ドアの向こうでは音楽が流れ続け、グラスが触れ合い、客たちが笑っていた。そして私たちはそのまま、つながったまま、薄暗い光の中でにやりと笑い、この小さな実験が始まったばかりだと知っていた。