Forbidden Taste

I could already feel his gaze burning against my neck as we sat on the edge of the massive hotel bed. The friend's wedding had ended a couple hours ago, but in the room we'd been forced to share because of a shortage of vacancies, the air still smelled of champagne and someone else's happiness. Max was looking at me like he wanted to swallow me whole, and I was giving it right back, feeling the heat and wetness building between my legs.

"Truth or dare?" I asked, licking my lips. My voice came out hoarse.

"Dare," he answered immediately, his eyes locked on my mouth. His fingers brushed my knee almost casually, and a shiver ran across my skin.

"Then kiss me... but not on the lips."

Max smirked, scooted closer. His breath scorched my ear.

"You sure about this, Lera? We're just roommates... for one night."

"That's exactly why," I breathed out, feeling my nipples harden beneath the thin dress. "No one will ever know."

He slowly pulled the zipper down on my dress. The fabric slid off my shoulders with a soft whisper, baring my breasts. Max stared so intensely I almost moaned. His palms glided over my skin, his thumbs tracing my nipples, making me arch into him.

"Beautiful..." he whispered. "I want to watch you suck."

Those words hit me straight in the gut. I got on my knees right there on the bed, the dress now a heap on the floor. Max unbuttoned his pants, and his cock sprang free—heavy, hot, already glistening at the tip. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling it pulse. The smell of his skin, slightly salty, musky, was driving me insane.

"Look at me," I ordered quietly.

Our eyes met. I leaned down and ran my tongue along the entire length, from base to head. Max let out a sharp breath, his fingers tangling in my hair. I traced the vein that throbbed beneath the thin skin, then took the head fully into my mouth. Warm, smooth, it filled my tongue. I started moving my head slowly, taking him deeper until I felt him hit the back of my throat.

"Fuck... Lera..." he groaned. "Your mouth... it's so hot."

I answered only with a wet, sucking sound. Saliva ran down the shaft, dripping onto his balls. I cupped them with my free hand, squeezing gently while my tongue worked inside my mouth. Max was breathing heavy, ragged, his hips twitching slightly, but he didn't thrust—he just watched me eat him. It felt forbidden, thrilling, because the wedding was still going on just beyond the wall, and here we were in this dim room, doing this.

I pulled back for a second to catch my breath. A string of saliva connected my lips to his cock.

"You want it deeper?" I asked, staring straight into his eyes.

"Yeah... take all of it," he said hoarsely.

I smiled and opened my mouth again. This time I didn't rush. Slowly, inch by inch, I swallowed him down until my nose pressed against his stomach. My throat clenched around the head, but I held my breath, feeling tears prick my eyes from the strain. Max moaned louder, his fingers tightening in my hair.

"That's it... good girl... your mouth was made for my cock."

I started moving faster, no longer holding back. Wet sounds filled the room—sucking, slurping, his heavy breathing. My hand slid between my own legs, fingers finding my clit and circling it in time with my bobbing head. I was already completely soaked, my juices running down my thighs.

Suddenly Max yanked me up.

"No. I want to cum in your mouth, but differently."

He lay on his back, and I turned around, settling on top of him, facing his crotch. Now it was a true sixty-nine, just without his tongue—he only wanted to watch and feel. I took him back into my mouth, now from above, and started sucking fast while grinding my hips near his face. His hot breath seared my pussy, but he didn't touch—just watched me work my mouth.

"Deeper... yeah, just like that... I'm close," he whispered.

I sped up. My cheeks hollowed, my tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. I felt him swell even harder, felt his balls draw up. Max started to growl softly, his hips trembling.

"Lera... I'm gonna... don't stop..."

The first hot stream hit the back of my throat. I didn't pull away, I swallowed, then a second, a third. The cum was thick, slightly bitter, but I kept sucking, milking every last drop until he went limp. Only then did I release his cock with a soft, wet pop.

We lay there, breathing hard. His fingers gently stroked my cheek.

"You're incredible," he whispered.

Morning came way too fast. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and the smell of stale coffee from the hallway vending machine drifted in. I stood at the small table wearing only Max's shirt, pouring two cups. He came out of the shower, towel around his hips, hair wet. Our eyes met, and we both couldn't help but smile—a little shy, but with that same spark still there.

"Coffee?" I asked.

"Yeah... and maybe a repeat of last night?" he replied, looking at my lips.

I licked them, remembering the taste.

"Only if we start with truth or dare again."

We both laughed, but the forbidden hunger was already burning in our eyes once more.