婚礼上的南方热浪

God, the second I saw him across the crowded barn, my thighs clenched so tight I nearly moaned right there in my peach-colored bridesmaid dress. Jake. My Jake from three summers back, the one who taught me what real fucking felt like under the Georgia pines. The air smelled like magnolia and sweet tea, fiddles whining low while guests in seersucker and lace sipped bourbon under strings of fairy lights.

He caught my eye and that slow, crooked grin hit me like lightning.

“Damn, Lila Mae,” he drawled, sliding up beside me at the edge of the dance floor, voice low enough only I could hear. “You still wearin’ that same look that says you wanna get ruined.”

My breath caught. Heat pooled low in my belly.

“Only when you’re around, sugar,” I whispered back, fingers brushing his wrist. “Missed that mouth of yours.”

We didn’t waste time. The reception was loud enough that nobody noticed when he tugged me through the side door into the old equipment shed behind the barn. Moonlight sliced through the slats, dust motes dancing in the beams. His hands were on me before the door even clicked shut—big, calloused palms sliding up my bare arms, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin inside my elbows.

“自从你离开镇上，我就一直想着这些曲线，”他低语着，把我转过去，让我的背贴着他的胸膛。一只手隔着薄薄的布料握住我的乳房，捏着我的乳头直到它硬挺起来。我倒吸一口气，弓身靠向他，感觉到他粗硬的肉棒抵着我的屁股磨蹭。

“Jake… touch me proper,” I begged, voice husky with that soft Southern lilt he always loved. “Been wet since I saw you.”

他的手指动得飞快，几乎有些疯狂。他一把拉下我背上的拉链，裙子如丝绸般滑落在地，堆成一滩。里面没穿胸罩——我的双乳弹了出来，沉甸甸地胀痛着。他低吼一声，双手覆上来，粗糙的手指揉捏着我的乳头，同时他的嘴找到我的颈窝，用力吮吸，留下一个印记。

“These tits, Lila… fuck, they’re perfect.” He squeezed, kneading the soft flesh until I whimpered. One hand drifted lower, tracing my ribs, my belly, then slipping under the lace edge of my panties. His fingers parted my slick folds without hesitation, two thick digits sinking straight into my dripping pussy.

“Oh God,” I moaned, knees buckling. He held me up with that strong arm around my waist, pumping his fingers deep and slow, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. The wet sounds filled the shed—obscene, filthy squelches every time he thrust.

“You’re soaked, baby. This tight little Southern pussy still remembers me, don’t it?” His thumb found my swollen clit and circled it with perfect pressure, making my hips jerk.

“Yes… yes, Jake, right there,” I panted, grinding back against his hard cock still trapped in his slacks. I reached behind me, palming him through the fabric, feeling him throb. “Want you inside me. Now.”

他又把我转过来，抱到一堆盖着旧被子的干草捆上。我的双腿大敞，他一把扯下裤子。鸡巴弹出来——粗壮、青筋暴起，龟头已经泛着水光。今晚没有慢条斯理的挑逗。他把我的膝弯架在肘上，一记猛力整根顶入，深深埋进我的湿热里。

“操，”他低吼道，额头抵着我的额头。那种撑开的感觉灼热得让我叫出声来，指甲深深掐进他的肩膀。他立刻开始猛烈抽插，胯部快速撞击，肌肤拍打的声音回荡着。每一次挺进都把我更深地推进干草堆里，我的奶子疯狂地晃动着。

“Harder,” I gasped, heels digging into his ass. “Fuck me like you own this pussy.”

His fingers dug into my thighs, leaving prints I’d feel tomorrow. The angle let him hit that sweet spot over and over, my walls fluttering around his thick cock. Sweat slicked our skin, the scent of sex mixing with dried hay and night-blooming jasmine drifting through the cracks.

I came first—sharp and sudden—my pussy clamping down so hard he cursed. Juices gushed around his shaft, dripping down to soak the quilt. He didn’t stop, just fucked me through it, drawing it out until I was shaking.

Then he pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and yanked my hips up. Face down in the hay-scented quilt, ass high, I felt his fingers again—spreading me open, teasing my dripping entrance before he slammed back in from behind. This angle was deeper, meaner. His balls slapped my clit with every thrust while one hand reached around to pinch and roll my nipples again.

“来吧，莉拉·梅……再给我一次，”他粗喘着说，声音沙哑。“想感受你把我的鸡巴榨干。”

I did. The second orgasm crashed over me harder, my cries muffled against the fabric. He followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding my pussy with hot, thick spurts of cum that leaked out around his pulsing dick.

We stayed locked like that, panting, his fingers still lazily tracing circles on my clit, keeping the aftershocks rolling through me.

Then the shed door creaked open.

“Jake? Lila? Y’all in here?”

His best friend’s voice. My pulse spiked.

Jake just chuckled low against my ear, still buried deep, and whispered, “Round two’s gonna have to wait, darlin’… but I ain’t done with you tonight.”