Cela adjusted her emerald gown in the mirror of the grand ballroom, her eyes fixed on Jianyu across the room. His charcoal suit clung to his broad shoulders and tapered waist like it had been stitched by the devil himself, every line accentuating the hard planes of his chest and the confident stride that made her pulse quicken. Married five years, yet tonight the sight of him in that suit had her feeling like a newlywed with a secret agenda. She weaved through the crowd, champagne flute in hand, until she reached him.
"That suit should come with a warning label," she murmured, leaning close enough for her breath to tickle his ear. "You're making it impossible to focus on anything but how I'd like to peel it off you right here." Jianyu chuckled, turning to face her with that signature smirk, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. "Careful, love. This is a work gala. If my colleagues catch wind of your plans, they'll think I'm the luckiest man alive—or the most distracted." She laughed, sharp and low. "Distracted is the goal. That jacket makes your arms look like they could bench-press my boredom away."
They bantered through the evening, her witty jabs meeting his dry retorts as they mingled. "Tell me, Jianyu," she said during a quiet moment by the bar, "does the suit come with a hidden clause that says 'property of Cela'? Because the way it's hugging you, I'm ready to file a claim." He raised an eyebrow, sipping his whiskey. "Only if you promise not to tear it in public. Though the thought of you trying has me... adjusting my priorities." Her fingers brushed his sleeve, feeling the fabric's warmth. "Priorities like getting us out of here before I forget we're in public?" The tension simmered, her body humming with anticipation, his gaze lingering on the curve of her neck.
As the event wound down, they slipped into the waiting limo. The door clicked shut, and Cela moved without hesitation, sliding to the floor between his legs. "Finally," she said, her voice husky with command. "That suit drove me crazy all night. Time to see what it's been hiding." Jianyu's breath hitched as her hands reached for his zipper. "Eager much? The driver's barely pulled away." She grinned up at him, strong and unyielding. "Shut up and enjoy. You've been teasing me with that hard outline all evening."
Her fingers freed him, revealing his cock already hard and throbbing. "Look at you," she teased, stroking him slowly. "All suited up and nowhere to hide. I bet you've been horny since the first toast." Jianyu groaned, his hand tangling in her hair. "You have no idea. Watching you in that dress made me want to skip the speeches." She leaned in, taking him deep in one smooth motion, rough and insistent, her mouth working him with expert pressure. The limo hummed along the city streets as she bobbed, saliva dripping down his shaft, her tongue swirling.
"Fuck, Cela," he panted, hips twitching. "You're taking me so deep—rough just how you like it." She pulled back briefly, eyes fierce. "That's right. My turn to lead. Your cock feels perfect in my mouth, but I want more." She resumed, sucking harder, one hand cupping his balls while the other gripped his thigh. Sweat beaded on his forehead as she increased the pace, her own pussy wet and dripping with arousal, though she focused entirely on him. The sounds of her blowjob filled the space—wet, rhythmic, unapologetic.
Jianyu's witty retorts dissolved into moans. "If this is payback for the suit, consider me conquered. But don't stop—your mouth is magic." She hummed around him, the vibration making him curse. "Magic? Try addictive. I could do this all night, feel you pulse against my tongue." His ass clenched on the seat as she took him deeper still, gagging slightly but pushing through, strong and in control. Panting filled the air, their bodies heating the confined space.
She varied the rhythm, slow and teasing then fast and rough, until he warned, "Cela, I'm close—" She didn't relent, swallowing him fully as he came, cum spilling hot down her throat. She licked him clean, savoring every drop, her own body aching with need. "Mmm, delicious," she said, wiping her lips with a satisfied smile. "That suit's coming off properly at home."
Jianyu pulled her up beside him, kissing her deeply. "You're insatiable. And I love it." The limo turned a corner, the night still young, as she whispered promises of what came next. But the real games were only beginning.
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