Jan. Week 3: A Long Weekend-Movies...Leah sucks Daniel's cock.

Leah looked him dead in the eye, then glanced at the elderly couple still sitting in the front row, their heads bobbing like buoys in the dark. She considered the odds, then the consequences, and then—fuck it. She slid out of her seat and knelt in the narrow, sticky aisle, the carpet rough beneath her knees. Daniel’s eyes went wide, awe-struck, as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and guided it into her mouth.

She could taste the salt from the popcorn, the bitterness of his pre-come, and something ineffably Daniel. She worked him with her mouth, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate circles; she didn’t want to seem too eager, but she couldn’t help the way she moaned softly, the vibration making him twitch in her grip. He was always so responsive, so utterly at her mercy in these moments, and it was the only time she had the upper hand.

Daniel tried to keep quiet, but he gasped, a high, strangled sound, and shoved his hand into her hair. He whispered her name, barely audible over the soundtrack, and bucked upward just a little. She let him buck into her mouth, taking him deeper, feeling the heat and pulse of him against her tongue.

“You’re gonna make me cum,” he choked out, then immediately clapped a hand over his own mouth, eyes darting toward the old couple up front. Leah smiled around his cock, amused at his sudden panic, and doubled down, sucking harder and stroking what she couldn’t fit in her mouth. It became a challenge: how fast could she make him lose control without getting caught?

The answer was: almost instantly.