Day Four - Secret
He wasn't a partier but she was. As much as Erza liked to complain about the immaturity of her guildmates, her irritation was feigned. Jellal knew she enjoyed blowing off steam and he wouldn't take that away from her. He also knew that her nightcap would be his alone. Erza always managed to save enough energy just for him and judging by the way she currently grinned at him from across the room, he didn't think the night would last much longer.
She polished off her bottle and disappeared down the hallway that lead to the restrooms. Jellal waited several long moments for her return but she never reappeared. With a sigh, he tossed back the last of his drink and left the crowded hall behind to find his wife. The passage was dimly lit and painted with shadows.
"I knew you'd come find me," a voice whispered. He didn't protest when Erza pushed him into closet full of clean bar towels and spare mop heads. "You're so predictable sometimes."
"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.
"Is it a bad thing to know with absolute certainty that you'll come find me when disappear?" Erza's red lips slid into a grin. Her eyes were clear and he thought maybe he'd been wrong about how much she'd had to drink. "No, that's not a bad thing, Jellal. In fact, I was counting on it."
Jellal's hands found her hips and he relaxed into the wall. She kissed his neck, jaw, and cheek before leaning up to whisper in his ear.
"I do think, though, that it's a good time for some spontaneity."
"In this closet?"
"Yes, Jellal, in this closet." She bit her bottom lip as her fingers dropped to the buckle of his belt. "It can be our little secret."
"Erza –" She pressed her finger to his lips and smiled. Nimbly, she released his belt and slipped a hand inside his pants. Her strokes were deliberate and even, and never once did her eyes leave his.
"I've been thinking about this all night," she breathed, using her free hand to push his shirt up around his stomach. Before he could do anything about it, Erza dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.
"Ah, Erza –" Jellal felt like a broken record but her fingernails dug lightly into his torso. Her message was unmistakable and he let his head fall back against the wall. Normally Jellal preferred to watch her go down but the dim light from the hallway wasn't enough to see much anyway.
He felt her tongue travel the length of his cock and her lips close around the very tip. Jellal's fingers slid through her hair before gathering a handful of scarlet. Her fingernails flexed on his stomach in warning and his lips twitched into a lazy grin. Erza would suck him off with a practiced skill and swallow every drop, but if he pulled her hair or moved his hips she would leave him cold, hard, and wanting. The task of staying still in the heat of ecstasy was difficult but they both knew how much he enjoyed the challenge.
Another fact known to the both of them, was Jellal's hair trigger. He could draw out sex and hold off on finishing like a champ but when Erza had her mouth on him, he didn't have much control. When she pulled him all the way in and he nudged the back of her throat, her fingernails slid from his torso to the back of his thigh – and she dug in. With a twinge of pain and a surge of pleasure, Jellal felt her throat bob against his throbbing erection. She released him with a pop and he dragged her to her feet before she had the chance to wipe her own mouth.
Jellal swiped his thumb over her bottom lip and finally tightened his hand in her hair. She groaned into his mouth when he kissed her and tugged on the fabric of his shirt.
"Let's go home," he whispered against her lips. "I think I'm hungry."