The Dance Floor

The wedding tent smelled like roses and spilled champagne, and I couldn't stop staring at her. Maya wore this emerald dress that clung to every curve she'd earned in my gym over the past year, and when she caught me looking, she didn't look away. She smiled, slow, like she knew exactly what I was thinking.

"You're supposed to be watching the couple, not me," she said, appearing at my elbow. Her voice was low, almost swallowed by the DJ's bass.

"I've seen enough weddings," I said. "I haven't seen you in that dress."

She laughed, a breathy sound that did something to my spine. "You've seen me in way less, Coach."

That was true. Months of early morning sessions, her in those tiny shorts, me trying to keep my hands professional. The tension had been building like a storm, and tonight it was about to break.

"Come on," she said, grabbing my hand. "There's a storage room behind the kitchen. I scoped it out earlier."

My heart hammered as she pulled me through the crowd, past the drunk uncles and the bridesmaids in matching pink. She pushed open a door and we were in a small room full of stacked chairs and boxes of decorations. The music was muffled here, a heartbeat thumping through the walls.

"Lock the door," she said, already turning to face me.

I did. The click felt like a verdict.

She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her perfume and the faint salt of her skin. "I've been thinking about this for weeks," she said. "Every time you told me to do one more rep, I was imagining what those hands would feel like on my ass."

"Fuck, Maya."

She backed up against a stack of chairs, hitching her dress up around her hips. No panties. Her pussy was already glistening, a dark triangle of hair and wetness that made my mouth water.

"See what you do to me?" she whispered.

I dropped to my knees, not caring about the concrete floor. I pulled her thighs over my shoulders and buried my face between them. She tasted like salt and sweetness, and she gasped when my tongue found her clit.

"Oh, god," she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Yes, right there."

I licked her slowly, then faster, circling that swollen nub until her hips started rocking against my face. She was so wet I could feel it dripping down my chin.

"Don't stop," she begged. "I'm so close."

I sucked her clit into my mouth and she came with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around my head. I could feel her pulsing against my tongue, and I kept licking until she pushed me away, breathless.

"Your turn," she said, sliding off the chairs.

She unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, already hard and aching. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking slowly, and I groaned.

"God, you're big," she said. "I've been wondering about this for months."

She dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth, hot and wet, her tongue working up and down my shaft. I watched her, her lips stretched around me, her eyes looking up at me with this filthy hunger.

"Fuck," I hissed. "Maya, if you keep doing that—"

She pulled off with a pop. "Not yet. I want you inside me."

She turned around, bending over the stack of chairs, presenting her round ass to me. I could see her pussy from behind, wet and ready, and I didn't hesitate.

I grabbed her hips and drove into her in one stroke. She moaned, a long, guttural sound that she tried to muffle with her hand.

"Quiet," I said, slapping her ass lightly. "Someone might hear."

She looked over her shoulder at me, eyes dark. "Then make me quiet."

I fucked her hard, my balls slapping against her, the wet sounds of her pussy mixing with the distant music. She was so tight, so hot, and I could feel her clenching around me with every stroke.

"Like that," she gasped. "Just like that."

I reached around and found her clit, rubbing in circles while I pounded into her. She was shaking, her whole body trembling, and when she came again, she bit her lip so hard I thought she'd draw blood.

"Fuck," she whispered. "Don't stop."

I didn't. I pulled out just long enough to flip her around, lifting her onto a table covered in tablecloths. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I sank back into her, deeper this time, her heat swallowing me whole.

"Look at me," I said.

She did, her eyes locked on mine, and I could see everything in them — the want, the heat, the raw need. I fucked her slow and deep, watching her face contort with pleasure.

"I'm going to come," she breathed. "Please, I want you to fill me."

That was all I needed. I buried myself as deep as I could and came with a groan, emptying into her, feeling her climax around me at the same moment. She cried out, a sharp, desperate sound, and I kissed her to swallow it.

We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard, tangled together. Then she started to laugh, a soft, breathless sound.

"Your hands are shaking," she said.

"Yours too."

"Weddings make people crazy," she said, grinning.

"Or just lucky."

She slid off the table, smoothing down her dress. "You're going to have to train me extra hard tomorrow. I think I pulled something."

"I know a few stretches."

She laughed again, planting a kiss on my cheek. "You're a terrible coach."

"Best you'll ever have."

She winked at me. "We'll see about that."

CATEGORIES: [Ecstasy, Fitness, Wedding, Just the Two of Us, Rough sex]