The reception hall was loud with laughter and clinking glasses. Emily adjusted the strap of her light pink bridesmaid dress for the tenth time and glanced around the crowded room. The wedding had been beautiful, but now everyone was deep into the open bar and dancing. Her feet already hurt in the heels, and the tight dress hugged her curves a little too much after the champagne.
Michael stood near the bar talking to some of the groomsmen. He caught her eye across the room and gave her that smirk—the same one he’d been giving her since the rehearsal dinner two nights ago. They weren’t a couple, just two single people in the wedding party who had been flirting hard. Emily felt the heat between her legs every time he looked at her.
She grabbed her phone and sent him a quick text: “Bathroom hallway by the side exit. Now.”
Emily slipped out of the main hall, the noise dropping behind her as she walked down the quieter corridor of the hotel venue. The carpet was soft under her heels. She leaned against the wall near the emergency exit door, heart beating fast. The risk made it hotter. Any minute someone could walk by—another guest, a waiter, even the bride looking for her.
Michael appeared a minute later, looking around before he spotted her. “You’re trouble,” he said with a grin, voice low.
“Shut up and come here,” Emily whispered, grabbing his tie and pulling him closer.
They kissed hard right there in the hallway. His hands slid down her waist, squeezing her ass through the thin dress fabric. She could already feel him getting hard against her stomach. Emily broke the kiss and looked both ways down the empty corridor.
“Quick,” she said. “Before someone comes.”
She dropped to her knees on the carpet, the dress pooling around her. Michael leaned back against the wall as she worked his belt open with eager fingers. His cock sprang out, already thick and hard. Emily wrapped her hand around the base and stroked it once, looking up at him with a naughty smile.
“Fuck, Emily,” he muttered.
She didn’t waste time. She took him into her mouth, lips sliding down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat. The salty taste of his skin mixed with the faint smell of his cologne. Michael groaned quietly and put one hand in her carefully styled hair, careful not to mess it up too much.
Emily sucked him with wet, sloppy sounds, her head bobbing fast. She loved the way his cock throbbed on her tongue. Spit dripped down her chin as she worked him deeper, gagging a little when she pushed too far. The risk of getting caught made her pussy ache under the dress.
“God damn, your mouth feels so good,” Michael whispered, breathing heavy. He glanced down the hallway, nerves and excitement mixing on his face.
She pulled off for a second, stroking him with her hand while she caught her breath. Strings of spit connected her lips to his cock. “You like that? Sneaking away from your buddy’s wedding so I can suck your dick?”
“Yeah,” he admitted, voice strained. “Keep going.”
Emily dove back in, sucking harder. She used her hand on the part she couldn’t fit in her mouth, twisting it while her tongue swirled around the head. His balls tightened in her other hand as she gently played with them. The sounds were filthy—wet slurping mixed with his low groans and her soft moans.
A door opened somewhere down the hall. Footsteps. They both froze. Emily kept his cock in her mouth, eyes wide as she looked up at him. The footsteps passed by another corridor without coming their way. She laughed around his dick, the vibration making him twitch.
“Close one,” she whispered, then went right back to sucking.
Michael’s hips started moving a little, fucking her mouth gently. She took it, relaxing her throat so he could go deeper. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes from the effort, but she didn’t stop. Her knees were starting to hurt on the carpet, and her jaw ached, but the thrill kept her going.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” he warned after a few more minutes.
Emily pulled back just enough to speak. “Cum in my mouth. I want to taste it.”
She sucked him faster, hand pumping his shaft while her lips sealed tight around the head. Michael gripped her hair tighter, breathing ragged. His cock pulsed hard and then he came, thick spurts shooting across her tongue. Emily moaned and swallowed every drop, milking him until he was empty.
She licked him clean, making sure she got everything, then tucked his softening cock back into his pants and zipped him up. Michael helped her stand, his hands steadying her.
“Jesus Christ,” he said, laughing softly. “You’re actually insane.”
Emily wiped the corner of her mouth with her finger and fixed her lipstick using her phone camera. “Better get back before they notice we’re both gone. Fix your tie.”
They walked back into the reception separately, a few minutes apart. Emily’s cheeks were flushed and her knees a little red under the dress, but no one seemed to notice. She grabbed another glass of champagne and joined the other bridesmaids on the dance floor.
Michael caught her eye again from across the room and raised his glass. She smiled back, already wondering if they could sneak away for round two later when the party really got going.
The music kept playing, the cake was cut, and everyone danced like nothing had happened. But Emily could still taste him on her tongue, and every time she shifted her weight she felt the dampness between her legs. Just another normal wedding reception.

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