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How the fuck is he going to get his hands on her with these damn shorts on. She looked fantastic in them, no doubt, tiny and pretty much painted over her ass, giving him all sorts of feelings watching her walk up the stairs.
He tested her resolve on the way up. She is open to his touch, never doubting him. But he can't seem to get close enough. Even now, pulling on the hem of her shorts, there was no wiggle room at all. Her thighs spilled out, teasing him.
Pulling himself together, he pauses long enough to notice that Melody has gone quiet, leaning into his touch, and rather than the light touches he had started with, he was roughly kneading her flesh. Max laughs loudly at whatever the fuck happend on the screen. The light briefly brightened enough to see Melody clearly. Her eyes were on his hands.
“Is this ok?" He leans over to whisper in her ear. She nods enthusiastically. Inching his hand upward, closer to her core over her stupid fucking shorts that are blocking his access to where he really wants to be.
"How about this?" He rubs at her over the seam of her jean shorts.
"Yes." Her response comes out a breathy whisper. Putting the bottom of the popcorn bucket on her right leg, blocking Max's view of what he is doing. She leans back against the seat. He shifts his body closer, breathing in her scent, groaning in frustration and want.
Her damn shorts are in the way!
Her breathing is ragged and needy, as her legs open as wide as she can in the seat. She shifts her position, grinding her hips onto his hand. The credits start rolling, and everyone gets up, aside from us, that is. Is the movie seriously over? His hand darts out from between her legs as Melody tries to slow her breathing.
Max stands, prompting them to move. He was chattering about the movie, he loved it or some shit. Nash really didn’t give a fuck.
Standing up, they wait in line as a few more scenes disrupt the credits. Melody is right there within reach. So he stands right behind her, lining up their bodies, his erection rubbing against her back. Reaching up her shirt, skimming her belly as goose flesh rose over her skin. He reaches for the front of her shorts. He pops open the button, then slips his hand inside. They are at the very top aisle, the hand in her shorts facing the wall, no one can see.
He pushes his face into her hair, filling his senses with her scent.
"Can I?" She nods as his fingers find the place they want to explore. "God, you're so wet. Do you want me to get you off Melody? Right here, in a packed theater?"
She nods again
"Let's see how quickly my girl can get off. Fuck my fingers, Melody. Take what you need from me." She meets my fingers with her own thrust, her walls squeezing him and riding his fingers with purpose. His left arm holds her close to his body, his dick hard and pushing towards her, trying to get in on the action.
"Come for me, Melody. “ He groans into her ear. “Show the world how pretty you look when you come.”
And she falls apart as the secret credits roll with a new scene that has captured the audience anew. Loud crashes and screams swallowing up her moans. The flashes light up her face as she relaxes against his chest. He withdraws his fingers and buttons up her shorts, his hand traveling upward, giving her breasts a squeeze over her bra.
"Please tell me you are staying over today." He all but growls in her ear. The hoarse sound is foreign, even to him.
Looking down at his shorts, a small wet spot was all that was left of their time together. He wasn't even embarrassed. I mean, look at her. She's hot. He has a boner just being in the same room as her.
Fuck it; he will just own it.
Melody walks ahead of him now, a little wobble to her step, but otherwise normal.
She keeps sneaking back to look at him. He just smiles at her, trying to look as reassuring as possible. Judging by the way she responds to his touch so eagerly, he can only guess that Duke was not quite as attentive to her needs.
Fuck, if she was his, he would make her come all day if she would let him.
But, baby steps.
Max is annoying him, however. Grabbing Melody's hand and trying to pull her into the hallway. She looks hesitant but doesn't pull away.
Which kind of guts him.
He hopes she is just trying to save face. But there is always that little tiny bloom of fear that she doesn't really want him, at least not in a way that matters. Maybe she thinks that he is not enough for her. Perhaps she wants someone who is more.
He can give her more.
He is a smart guy, getting a degree. Sure, it may take a while, but he can provide for her needs.
He can kiss away the pain she feels after a long day or rub her feet when she is tired.
He can hold her when she is sad and fuck her brains out any time she wants it.
