Speaeasy

Leah stepped into the bar and was pleasantly surprised. Everything from the secretive doorman to the 20s music playing from the jukebox to the menu of specialty cocktails played into the speakeasy aesthetic. She'd hoped Ben would invite her out somewhere fun.

Leah didn't need to wait much longer for him to show up. Even in the dim light of the bar, his blue eyes rivaled the brightness of his smile. And his tattooed skin... well. He may not have been "covered in ink" as he claimed on his dating profile, but she could work with this.

"This seat taken?"

"Not at all." Leah gestured and Ben sat across from her. Neither took their eyes off the other.

"Leah, in the flesh."

"Ben, not a catfish."

Ben chuckled.

A server approached and Ben ordered a bottle of red wine for the both of them. When it arrived, he poured a glass for Leah before himself.

"Such a gentleman." Leah sipped the wine. It was sweet and tasted like berries.

"Did you expect anything else?"

"A little?" Leah giggled. "I mean, all that talk of weird fantasies and eating 'peaches.' Not that I'm complaining. It's just a side of you I haven't seen yet."

Ben smirked at her. "Well. I hope to show you a lot more of me very soon. 'Weird' fantasies and all."

"Now

there's

the Ben I know."

He responded by licking his lips.

The rest of their conversation flowed freely, thanks in small part to the wine. But the sexual tension grew between them with every word. Leah suspected her face would never go back to its un-flushed state. And judging by the gleam in Ben's eyes as he looked at her, he was enjoying it. Before long, the bottle was emptied.

At a lull in the conversation, Ben reached out and took her hand in his.

"I'm really glad I matched with you."

"Same." Leah squeezed his hand. Someone took this opportunity to play some louder music on the jukebox. Leah took this as an invitation to move closer to Ben.

"The night doesn't have to end just yet." Ben leaned close to her ear and murmured, "Don't you remember what my weird fantasy was?"

How could she forget

that

? "Of course I do."

"It doesn't have to stay a fantasy."

The wine-fueled sexual tension reached critical mass. Leah let out a contented sigh and smiled. "So you want to give it a try, then?"

"Fucking absolutely." Ben moved his chair closer and nervously glanced around the bar. Nobody paid them any mind, and the music was louder than ever. Perfect.

Leah faced him, leaned forward, and opened her legs. Ben pulled her in for a passionate kiss. His fingers traced a line from her jaw to her cleavage and he cupped her breast in his left hand.

Leah ran her hand up the length of his thigh, prompting Ben to open his legs wider in invitation. Her hand rested on his bulge. It twitched under her palm, and Ben's kiss deepened.

He reached further up Leah's dress until he reached her already damp panties. He smirked, running his fingers up and down her most sensitive spot just enough to tease her. She couldn't stop herself from moaning.

"Keep quiet now," Ben teased her softly. "Or I'll have to stop."

"Please don't."

Ben grinned and pushed her panties to the side, slipping one finger inside her.

Leah gasped and went in for another kiss. But it wasn't subtle enough, so Ben paused.

"We're going to play a little game," he purred. "Be good and stay quiet, and we'll keep playing. But if you make any more noise..." he pulled his finger away.

Leah opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it at the last second. She nodded.

Ben licked his lips and re-entered her with two fingers. He leaned in closer and kissed her cheek. "Good. Can't let everyone in on our fun, can we?"

Leah let out a sigh and let him work. She gasped when he found

that

spot. He paused, smirking at her, and she bit her lip hard.

"I'm looking forward to pushing

all

your buttons," he whispered in her ear.

That was enough for her. Leah's whole body trembled. It was all she could do not to cry out his name right there. Ben saw what was about to come and pulled her into another deep kiss with his free hand. He let out a groan to stifle her sounds.

It didn't occur to her until she came back to Earth that she technically "lost" their game, but Ben wasn't holding it against her. He instead began licking his fingers clean, looking pleased with his accomplishment.

"So how do I taste?"

Ben raised an eyebrow. "Do you want to find out?"

Why not? Leah leaned in for a kiss, but Ben stopped her with a finger pressed to her lips. So Leah instead slowly slipped his finger between her lips. Her tongue swirled around his fingertip and she tasted herself - strangely sweet. Having never been with a woman before, Leah didn't know what to expect. But she could get used to this.

Ben's eyes and smile widened at this display and the feel of her tongue. "You are so fucking hot."

Leah leaned back, letting his finger fall out of her mouth, and smiled. "I think it's time for you to play the game now."

She glanced around the bar - busier than before, but no eyes on them. Then she slid down in her chair to the floor. Ben watched her, confused for a moment. But when Leah slipped under the floor-length tablecloth he realized what was about to happen and eagerly reached for his zipper.

His dick straining against his pants for half the night finally sprung free. A neat patch of blond said and the crisp lines of another spider tattoo gave way to smooth skin ready to enter her mouth. She'd barely touched him and precum was already leaking out. So she licked the head. Ben gasped and jumped a bit in his seat.

Leah smiled and continued her intermittent teasing, first with her tongue and then with her lips. She pushed his legs further apart and swirled her tongue around the head, reenacting her routine with his finger.

Meanwhile, Ben squirmed and tried to suppress his moans. In their chats, Leah confessed she had a fantasy of having sex while blindfolded. Now, with Ben unable to watch her work him, she hoped to show him just how hot it could be. And per the rules of their game he was at her mercy, unable to beg her for more.

But he found a way. Ben thrust forward in his chair and more of him slipped inside her mouth. Leah chuckled, and Ben no doubt felt it judging by his sighs.

Leah moved down to the length of him, lavishing more attention upon it with her lips and tongue. She tasted more precum on her tongue, and his thighs tensed up under her hands. Ben's breathing grew shallow. He was close.

She finally managed to fit his whole length in her mouth, and kissed the legs of his spider tattoo. Ben's sense of discretion failed him and he let out a low groan, so Leah pulled away.

"Please! I'm so close," he whispered to her.

"You know the rules," Leah teased him. She took his dick into her hand, rubbing just under the head with her thumb. It twitched and so did he.

"But you broke them too!" Ben was half-pleading at this point, moving his hips forward in hopes of reaching her mouth again.

Not one to torture a man for too long, Leah slipped him between her lips once more. She resumed her slow rhythm, coaxing his release with her tongue.

It didn't take much more. Ben gasped and his whole body tensed. Leah paused and let the saltiness fill her mouth. When she finally withdrew and swallowed, Ben's breathing was shallow.

When she reclaimed her seat, Ben leaned in for another deep kiss. "Yeah, you taste better," he said when they parted.

Leah flushed red again and Ben had a wide grin on his face.

"Fuck," he whispered. "I didn't know you had it in you."

"Neither did I. No regrets."

"I'd hope not."

The server returned with a new bottle of wine and winked at them both before walking away without a word.

She knew

. Leah didn't know whether to be pleased with herself or mortified.

Ben poured her another glass. "I don't know about you, but I'm still not ready to say goodnight."

"What else did you have in mind?"

"My place isn't far from here. Or would you prefer yours? I've just got this sudden taste for more peaches."