The wine swirls with my arousal, casting everything in a frenzy. We can’t see anything, but the dark doesn’t deter us. If anything, it makes us braver, pushing for more and determined to get it.
“Wait,” I breathe, pulling my face from his.
“A ridiculous request, but I’m listening.”
“It’s my turn.”
Before he can respond, I drop to my knees and trace my hands along the top of his pants, undoing his belt and sliding his zipper down. Guided only by my fingertips, I pull his alreadyhardened cock free and lean forward to lick it from base to tip. A drop of salty precum hits my tongue and my mouth waters.
“It is entirely unfair that I cannot see you right now,” Noah grumbles.
“Use your imagination,” I say, before taking him part of the way in my mouth—a warm up, as I get my bearings. Sliding off, I blow lightly. “And don’t forget the lipstick.”
“Fuck,” he groans.
I cradle him in my palm, letting my hand assist me in taking his full length. His fingertips trace my jaw and I know he’s conjuring the sordid image of me on my knees. I slide back, swirling my tongue around the tip when I get there.Not such a tease now, I think as I take him in again, a little further this time.
In the pitch black, every other sensation is heightened—the sound of his breath coming faster and teetering on the edge of a moan, the smell of juniper and sex, and the weight of his erection threatening to gag me.
I slide back, releasing him with a lightpopso I can go back to licking him from base to tip—flat tongue like he’s an ice cream cone I don’t want to waste. I use my hands to slide and swirl so I can trace sloppy kisses down around one ball, and then the next, before taking him fully in the mouth again.
“Fuck, Lottie.” His words are labored, spurring me further in my offering.
I hum my approval and curve my hands up the back of his thighs and grip his ass, pulling him deeper, and letting him hit the back of my throat. It took me a long time to be able to do this, but all I can think about is how the many embarrassing failures before are worth these few moments of stolen pleasure with Noah. I want him to know I enjoy this as much as he enjoyed me last night; that it isn’t just a favor to repay, but a gift I am eager to give.
My movements are more frantic now, the slow enjoyment giving way to his desperate climb towards release. His hands are on the back of my head, guiding me faster and faster as he gets closer. It’s a carnal rhythm, every thrust pushing us further from reality as I take him deeper. In one last moment of clarity, I swallow, letting the contraction suck him further. It works as I expect and he loses himself, his orgasm spurting down my throat as I gulp each release.
As the pulsing slows, I slide back, sucking lightly to make sure there’s no mess left, and Noah shivers and slouches against the wall.
“You’ve ruined me,” he says, reaching down to help me to my feet. He pulls me closer, kissing me gently on the lips. “Thoroughly and completely.”
Pride swells in my chest as I tenderly tuck him back in his pants and fasten them closed.
“I suppose we’re even then. Though you might owe me when the rest of the dinner party notices my lipstick is smeared everywhere but my lips.”
“Name your price and I’ll pay it,” he breathes, wrapping me in another warm embrace and running his nose along the soft spot under my ear.
“Your post-nut high is showing,” I tease, pecking him lightly on the cheek. “But really. I’m going to need the bathroom before I go back in there.”
Giggling like horny teenagers and unable to keep our hands off each other, we sneak our way back to the bathrooms, miraculously without seeing anyone. A quick peek at Noah before he ducks into the men’s room confirms he does not in fact have lipstick smeared all over his face and neck, and when I’m finally in front of a mirror, I am pleased to see my lips are still perfectly lined and filled. Whatever Darrin used is surprisingly durable. My hair is a little worse for the wear but with somequick tucking and a little tap water it’s presentable again. I rinse my mouth and twist my dress back into place, doing a quick twirl before exiting.
We strut, hand in hand, back to the tasting room where Noah kisses my temple before melting in to resume his conversations with the men. I too fall back into my respective circle without anyone seeming to have noticed I was gone. Catching his eye from across the room, I allow myself this moment to revel in the secret we share, and swipe a new wine glass from a passing waiter. The hot depravity we were wrapped in only a few minutes ago continues to pull my arousal tighter and tighter, the sips of wine doing little to keep me from reliving it or fantasizing about more.
I’m teasing dangerous territory, even knowing the bounds of this trip will keep this contained, but with the cushion of alcohol filling all the cracks of fear and anxiety, I don’t care. I like having this secret, and I like getting handsy with Noah in utility closets.
Without bringing his expectations into things, the stakes have eased and my pretending we could be more comes easily. I’m left wondering how long we could keep things a secret, the idea of slipping away with him on whatever whim we are chasing an addictive notion.
When dinner is finally presented, I have sipped my way through countless bottle tastings and, still reeling from the high of the utility closet blow job, am even more unsteady on my feet than I was just by wearing Cheryl’s heels. As we approach the dinner table, Noah catches my arm and helps me into the seat with my name card.
“Careful,” he says, as I sink into the chair. “There’s no pool tables for you to dominate tonight.”
I snort a laugh and clap my hand over my mouth, embarrassed. But no one seems to be paying us any mind, andNoah’s grin tells me it was exactly the reaction he was looking for. I lean forward, narrowing my eyes.
“You’re trying to uncover more of my secret talents, aren’t you?”
“Can you blame me? The last one was delectable.”
Unable to form a quippy response, I reach for my water glass, my head still swimming and my thighs growing damp. Delectable indeed.
