Goodbye!

Need to be careful. But careful was slipping. On Friday, Mark announced a guys' night out—poker with buddies, including Alex. 'Be home late,' he said, kissing her goodbye.

She paced the kitchen, phone in hand. He's coming over? Alex messaged first. Yeah. Act normal. But normal was impossible.

When the door opened hours later, Mark stumbling in tipsy, Alex trailing behind with a six-pack, Elena's pulse thrummed. They played it cool—small talk about the game, her offering beers—but under the table, Alex's foot nudged hers, lingering.

Mark crashed early, snoring from the couch. Alex hung back, pretending to help clean up. 'He's out cold,' he whispered, stepping close in the dim light. His hand found her waist, pulling her against him. She could feel his hardness pressing into her hip.

'Not here,' she breathed, but her body leaned in. He kissed her neck, teeth grazing skin, while his fingers unzipped her shorts. 'Quick. I need to taste you.' She glanced at the living room, Mark's form still, then nodded, leading him to the guest bath down the hall.

The door clicked shut. Alex dropped to his knees, yanking her shorts and panties down. Her cock bobbed free, semi-hard and leaking. He licked the underside, slow from balls to head, before sucking the tip into his mouth.

Elena gripped the sink, knees weak, as he took her deeper, throat working around her length. Saliva dripped down his chin; he slurped noisily, hand cupping her sack, rolling the balls gently.