Whiskey and Wedding Cake

I sat at the table in that stuffy banquet hall, and all I could think about was his hands. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure the whole table could hear it. Jake sat across from me in his sharp suit, smiling at someone over his shoulder, and I was gripping the hem of my dress under the tablecloth, imagining those fingers sliding over my skin right now.

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?"

His eyes darkened. Jake swallowed hard but didn't pull away. Instead, his palm landed on my knee beneath the heavy tablecloth. His fingers crept upward, pushing the thin silk of my dress higher. I bit my lip to keep from moaning right there at the table.

"You're serious? Here?" he breathed out, but his voice was already rough, thick with want.

"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."

Jake froze, but his fingers had already reached the edge of my panties. He traced the damp fabric, feeling me tremble.

"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.

Jake groaned, tipping his head back. His fingers finally dove under my dress, yanking my panties down to my knees. I stepped out of them, leaving them on the floor. He lifted me, setting me on the edge of a narrow table by the mirror. My legs wrapped around his hips on their own.

"Look," he whispered, turning my face toward the reflection. "Watch me fuck you."

I saw it in the mirror—his thick cock sliding slowly into my soaked pussy. Inch by inch, stretching me open. I arched, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Oh... deeper..." I breathed out as he bottomed out. Heat flooded through me completely.

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.

"Tell me you want my cum," he whispered in my ear, picking up the pace. His voice was low, trembling with arousal.

"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.

We froze, breathing heavy. He didn't pull out right away. Just held me tighter, pressing his forehead to mine. We listened to each other's breath—ragged, still aroused, but settling. Beyond the door, the music kept playing, glasses clinked, guests laughed. And we stayed there, connected, grinning in the dim light, knowing this little experiment was just getting started.