婚礼酒吧的午夜爱抚

The reception hall glowed with soft string lights and the faint scent of jasmine from the centerpieces. I’d been nursing my third gin and tonic for almost an hour, watching couples spin on the dance floor. My best friend’s wedding had been beautiful, but I felt restless, the kind of restless that settles low in your belly after too much champagne and not enough touch.

That’s when he leaned across the polished mahogany bar.

“Another one, or are you switching to water so you remember your own name tomorrow?” His voice was low, teasing, wrapped in a slight Southern drawl that made my thighs press together without thinking.

我抬头一看。他的名牌上写着“利亚姆”。黑发，下巴线条分明，袖子卷起露出结实的前臂。是那种可能收到电话号码比小费还多的酒保。

“Surprise me, Liam,” I said, sliding my empty glass toward him. “Something that tastes like trouble.”

他坏笑着，那双绿眼睛扫过我裸露的肩膀，我特意选了这条深蓝色连衣裙，因为它让我的奶子看起来棒极了。“麻烦可是我的专长，埃琳娜。”

He remembered my name from the first round. That alone sent a spark straight to my clit.

当他用新鲜罗勒和杜松子酒调制饮品时，他的手指动作熟练而优雅。我无法停止盯着它们——修长、有力，看起来像是知道如何在敏感肌肤上缓慢画圈的那种。今晚的主题突然变得清晰明了：我想要那双手在我身上。到处。

He slid the new drink across the bar. Our fingers brushed. Electricity jumped between us.

“婚礼让你想到下流的事了吗？”他轻声问道，凑近过来，只有我能听见。

I took a sip. The drink was cold, sharp, perfect. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s the way you keep looking at my mouth.”

Liam’s grin turned wicked. “Guilty. You’ve been licking that rim like you’re practicing for something else.”

Heat flooded my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. The dance floor music thumped distant and low. Most guests had drifted outside for the fireworks. We were almost alone at the far end of the bar.

“Staff bathroom’s locked,” he murmured, eyes darkening. “But the storage room behind me has a couch. And I’ve got twenty minutes before the next toast.”

My pulse hammered. “You always proposition wedding guests?”

“只有那些看起来需要被好好抚摸的人。”他的声音压得更低。“宝贝，你看起来正渴望这个。”

我是的。天哪，我是的。

I stood, smoothing my dress. “Lead the way, bartender.”

He flipped the service sign to “Back in 10,” grabbed my hand, and pulled me through a narrow door into a dimly lit room stacked with crates of liquor and one worn leather couch. The door clicked shut. The distant bass of the music vibrated through the walls.

利亚姆没有浪费时间寒暄。他用双手捧住我的脸，吻了我——深沉、饥渴，舌头滑过我的舌头，直到我呻吟着进入他的嘴里。他的手掌滑下我的脖子，越过肩膀，然后向下。我一直幻想的那些手指沿着我裙子的领口描摹，挑逗着我乳房的隆起。

“Been dying to touch these since you sat down,” he whispered against my lips. “So fucking soft.”

He tugged the straps down. My tits spilled free, nipples already tight. Liam groaned, cupping them, thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles around my peaks. The caresses were maddeningly gentle at first, then firmer, rolling my nipples until my knees weakened.

“Fuck, Liam… harder.”

He obliged, pinching just right. I gasped. His mouth followed, sucking one nipple deep while his fingers kept stroking the other in perfect rhythm. Wet heat pooled between my legs.

我伸手去解他的腰带，但他抓住了我的手腕。

“还没呢。让我先照顾你。”他轻轻把我转过身，让我的背贴在他胸前。一只手留在我乳房上揉捏，另一只手滑过我的小腹，伸进裙摆下。他的手指沿着我的大腿内侧描画着羽毛般轻柔的纹路，让我浑身颤抖。

“Spread for me, Elena. Good girl.”

I widened my stance. He cupped my soaked pussy through my lace panties, rubbing the fabric against my swollen clit in slow, firm circles. The friction was exquisite.

“Oh shit… just like that,” I breathed.

He kissed the side of my neck, teeth grazing skin while his fingers danced — stroking, pressing, never rushing. He hooked the panties aside and finally touched me skin to skin. Two thick fingers parted my slick folds, gliding up and down my slit before circling my clit with devastating precision.

“You’re dripping,” he growled in my ear. “This pussy’s begging to be played with.”

I rocked against his hand, whimpering. He slid one finger inside me, then two, curling them while his thumb kept those perfect caresses on my clit. The dual sensation made my eyes roll back.

“Gonna come on my fingers, aren’t you? Say it.”

“Yes… fuck, Liam, I’m so close.”

他的手指抽插得更快，另一只手揉捏着我的奶子，每一下都配合着抽插掐我的乳头。我的腿在发抖。他的手指操我发出的湿响声充满了这个小房间。

“Come on, baby. Let me feel it.”

The orgasm crashed over me hard. I cried out, pussy clenching around his fingers as waves of pleasure ripped through me. He didn’t stop caressing me through it, drawing out every shudder until I was panting, boneless against him.

He eased his fingers out, brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean, tasting myself, eyes locked on his.

“Jesus, you’re hot,” he muttered.

我转过身，跪下来，猛地拉开他的裤子。他的阴茎弹了出来——粗大、青筋暴起，已经渗出了液体。我把它含进嘴里，深深地吸吮，同时双手抚弄根部。利亚姆呻吟着，手指缠绕在我的头发里，引导着但不强迫。

“操……你的嘴感觉太棒了。”

I bobbed faster, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head. He pulled me up before he could finish.

“Need to be inside you. Now.”

He bent me over the arm of the couch, flipped my dress up, and shoved my panties down. One hand caressed my ass, spreading me open. Then his cock nudged my entrance.

“告诉我你想要。”

“Fuck me, Liam. Fill this pussy.”

He thrust in hard. We both moaned at the stretch. He set a deep, steady rhythm, one hand gripping my hip while the other reached around to keep caressing my clit in tight, slick circles.

The dual pleasure — his thick cock pounding my pussy and those relentless fingers on my swollen nub — had me spiraling again fast.

“Harder… oh god, right there!”

He spanked my ass once, the sting blooming into heat, then went back to stroking my clit. My second orgasm hit even stronger, pussy gushing around his dick as I clenched and cried out.

Liam growled, pace turning frantic. “Gonna cum… where do you want it?”

“Inside. Fill me up.”

随着一声低沉的呻吟，他整根没入。我感觉到他每一次脉动，滚烫的精液深深射进我的小穴，他的臀部随着每一股喷射而抽动。他的手指从未停止对我阴蒂的轻柔爱抚，榨出我们两人最后的颤抖。

We stayed locked together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on our skin. He finally pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip down my thigh with a satisfied hum. Then he turned me, kissed me soft and slow, hands still tracing lazy patterns over my breasts and hips like he couldn’t stop touching me.

“这是我工作过的最棒的婚礼，”他贴着我的嘴唇低声说。

我气喘吁吁地笑着，整理着我的裙子。“你觉得你能在回去上班前再给我调一杯酒吗？”

Liam grinned, wiping his hands on a towel. “Only if you promise to sit at my bar the rest of the night… so I can keep thinking about how good you feel under my fingers.”

I kissed him once more, tasting both of us. “Deal.”