Just Words

I was leaning against the bar at this stupid wedding and I already knew I was going to break tonight. His eyes slid over my bare shoulders, down the deep neckline of my dress, and heat pooled between my legs, wet and instant. My fingers brushed his when I reached for a glass of champagne, and we both froze a second longer than necessary.

"Just tonight," I whispered in his ear while my friend in the white dress danced her first dance. "And it doesn't mean anything. Just words. A game."

"A game?" He smirked, leaning in closer. His breath burned against my neck. "Then let's play by the rules, Liza. You say what you want. I answer. And I do it."

We slipped into a dim corner of the banquet hall where the music blared but nobody was looking. The walls were draped with garlands and paper hearts, rose petals scattered on the floor, and the air smelled like sweet wine and other people's happiness. His name was Alex. He'd been a barista at my favorite coffee shop for six months. Tonight he was just a guest, in a black shirt with the top buttons undone, smelling like coffee and male heat.

"I want to feel how hard you are," I breathed, pressing my back against him. My palms landed on his hips.

"Already am," he murmured right into my ear, and I felt his cock pressing against my ass through the thin fabric of my dress. "From the moment you walked into the room and licked your lips looking at me."

I laughed quietly, even though everything inside me was trembling.

"Then tell me what you're going to do to my pussy, barista."

"Fingers first. Slow. I'll circle your clit until you're whimpering into my shoulder. Then I'll shove two fingers deep and fuck you with them until you're dripping down my palm."

His words hit me right between the legs. I grabbed his hand and dragged him behind a heavy velvet curtain that separated the corner from the rest of the room. It was cramped and dark in there, smelling like dust and flowers. The music went muffled, like we'd stepped into another world.

"Keep talking," I whispered, hiking my dress up. My panties were already soaked through. "Don't stop."

Alex pressed me against the wall, his palm sliding between my thighs. His fingers found my clit immediately and started those circles. I bit my lip to keep from moaning too loud.

"You're so wet, Liza… Hear that squelch? That's your pussy begging for my cock. Say it out loud."

"She's begging…" I exhaled, grinding my hips toward him. "I want you to shove it inside me right now. Deep. Hard. And tell me how it feels."

He unzipped his pants. His hot, hard cock sprang out and pressed against my stomach. Alex grabbed my ass, lifted me up, and pushed inside me in one long thrust. I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're so tight…" he whispered against my lips, starting to move. "Your pussy grips me like it never wants to let go. Every time I push in, you squeeze around the head. Hear that wet sound?"

"Yeah… Keep talking…" I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling him pound into me faster. The wall behind me was cold against my skin through the thin dress, but his body was hot and sweaty.

He slowed down, almost pulled out, then pushed back in all the way with a circular grind of his hips.

"Now I can feel your cervix kissing my head. You want me to come inside you? Say it."

"Yes…" I moaned, barely in control of my voice anymore. "Come inside me. Fill me up. And keep talking while you come."

Alex sped up. His breathing turned ragged, the words spilling out between thrusts.

"I'm coming… Feel it pulsing? Hot cum shooting right into you… More… and more… Take it all, Liza."

The orgasm hit me like a wave. I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching around his cock, and let out a long, low moan into his neck. He kept moving, milking the last drops of pleasure out of me until he finally stilled.

Then we just stood there, pressed against each other. My dress had fallen back down, his pants were still unzipped, but neither of us moved. Behind the curtain, some slow dance was playing. We were quiet. All I could hear was our heavy, synchronized breathing. His heart beat against my chest. Mine beat back. The words were gone. All that was left was this warm, wet, living silence.