Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies...Leah swallows his load (Luck: -10, Suspicion: +5, Lust: +20)

He didn’t last long, and Leah never expected him to; Daniel’s first shot was always one for the record books, a predictable, glorious defeat.

He grabbed her head and moved her on his cock's head again and again. She felt the first pulse at the back of her throat, then another, the thick and briny taste of him riding high on the popcorn and butter already slicking her tongue. She could have giggled at the way his knees locked and breath came ragged, the way he tried so hard to keep quiet for fear of the senior citizens up front—but she stayed silent, a true professional, swallowing every droplet as he emptied himself with a stifled groan into her eager mouth.

Daniel let out a long, shuddering sigh, slumping so deep into his seat he nearly slid onto the sticky floor. He was still panting as she licked him clean, a quick, affectionate sweep of her tongue, and tucked him back in, zipping him up like she was packing away a delicate relic. She sat back in her own seat, smoothed her skirt, then crossed her legs and popped a kernel of popcorn into her mouth, all with a sly cat’s smile. Daniel managed a dazed, glassy-eyed glance in her direction, admiration and disbelief warring for dominance on his face.

“Jesus Christ, Leah,” he whispered, voice raw.

She didn’t look at him, but the corner of her mouth quirked up.

“Try not to die of a heart attack before the credits,” she replied. “I’m not giving you CPR. Mouth-to-mouth, maybe, but that’s it.”

"Want me to return the favor?" He smiled and shot her an eager grin, still catching his breath.

She let her eyes travel meaningfully to the old couple, then to the entryway to the theater. Anyone else could walk in late or some other love birds trying to sneak somewhere quiet.

“I'm sure you will recover quickly," she said, rubbing his thigh sensually, "for later."