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I cast him a sharp glare over my shoulder. “Well someone is torturing me.”
“Torturing you, hmm? That sounds terrible.”
I swallow with difficulty. “Maybe.”
“I see. Is this terrible, then?” He pushes me up off his lap a little, angles his hips and reaches down with one hand to position himself, so the tip of his cock is between my pussy lips, poised at my entrance. One small thrust up and he’ll be inside me. Hell, if I just sit back against him, it’ll force him into me. I start to lean back, but he stops me, one hand around my waist, the other on my ass, suspending me above him.
“Very terrible,” I answer, my voice twisted with frustration.
“What’s so terrible about it exactly?”
“The teasing,” I hiss back almost immediately.
“Ah. So you don’t want me to fuck you right here in public, is that it?”
“I… That…” I clamp my mouth shut, annoyed. Because of course, now I want him to. Damn him.
“I could stop.” He eases back into his seat, drawing his cock away from me.
“No, don’t,” I gasp, almost too loud. Someone in the front row turns their head a little, glances over their shoulder. Not long enough to realize I’m out of my seat, sharing a seat with someone else. Just enough to express their annoyance.
Shit.
I’m going to have to be a lot quieter.
“I take it you do want to be fucked right here, then. Like the dirty girl you are. With all these nice people watching…” He drags his cock along the length of my slit, back and forth, his head between my lips, so I can feel him getting wet and slick with my juices.
“Yes,” I breathe, making sure to keep my voice lower this time. Luckily the sound of this movie covers it mostly. There’s a lot of loud explosions happening on-screen. Which is good timing because Zayne chooses that moment to thrust his cock into my pussy. He pulls me down against him at the same time, pushing all the way inside me in one smooth thrust. I can’t help gasping, my body arching back against him as his thick cock strains against the walls of my pussy.
“Quiet, dirty girl,” he whispers in my ear. I reach down to grip the seats on either side of us, using them to brace myself as he pushes me up off his lap, slowly, letting me feel every inch of his cock inside me as he draws out of me once more. Then he pulls me back down again, hard, and this time I manage not to make a sound, even though my mouth falls open and my belly feels tight, my nerve endings sparking. All I can think about, all I can feel, is the thick length of his cock in my pussy, the way his hard shaft feels as he pushes me up again.
I start to rock with him, thrusting down as he pulls me onto him, and leaning up as he pushes me up again, finding our rhythm. My breath comes faster, my heart nearly beating out of my body, not just because of the way he fucks me, slow now, but building faster, faster. It’s also because I keep glancing around the theater, dim in the low light, but lit up every now and again by bright explosions from the cheesy action thriller playing on the screen. If anyone looked back over their shoulder, it would be obvious what we’re doing. If I make any sounds again…
But I manage to clamp my lips tight, hold in the cries that try to force their way out of me, as Zayne fucks me.
Just when we’ve found a rhythm, he slides his hand around my waist, his fingers inching between my thighs to stroke along my mound. He keeps up the pace, thrusting up into me, even as his fingers circle closer and closer to my clit.
“Fuck, Zayne,” I hiss between gritted teeth.
“What did I tell you?” he murmurs, his voice lost in my hair, as he buries his face against the back of my head, drawing me close against him. “You’ll have to stay very quiet… But I’m not going to make it easy for you.”
I twist against him, trying to ease up the pressure. But the pleasure is too much. He knows exactly where to touch me, exactly when and how. He presses his forefinger against my clit as he continues to fuck me, and the sensation makes my whole body jerk, an electric shock straight to my nerve endings.
At the same time, he flattens his other hand against my back, bending me forward. I grab the seats in front of me, hang onto them as he thrusts up into me. At this angle, his cock drags along my inner front wall, the tip pressing right across my G-spot, at the same time that he keeps fingering my clit. Spots cloud my vision, and I have to bite my lip to keep it shut, to silence the cry that threatens to escape at any second.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Can you come quietly for me, Clove?” Zayne’s voice is a whisper, a breath against the nape of my neck, which makes all the hair there stand on end.
In response, all I can manage is a faint moan, deep in my throat, where I try to keep it lodged as the pressure builds inside me toward a peak.
“That’s it,” he urges me on, and I sense him tensing too. His thrusts take on a wilder, less controlled speed, as he nears his edge too. “Come for me, Clove.”
I can’t help it. I cry out faintly, just at the same time that another deafening roar sounds from the screen, thankfully drowning me out, as my orgasm sweeps through me. My body shakes against Zayne, and he pins me against him, keeps thrusting into me, holding my hips down against his, as my pussy tightens convulsively. I keep my eyes open, but all I can see are kaleidoscope colors, the world seeming to fade away in the rush of electricity flooding my veins.
He comes soon after me, with a soft growl against my neck, and we both gasp again as his hot cum rushes deep into my pussy. He sinks back into the seat, but I keep going, keep rocking against him in a slow, steady motion, milking every last drop from him until we both collapse, panting, our legs slick with sweat, hearts pounding in our ears.
The movie plays on, as boring as ever, and almost on cue, one of the characters cracks a lifeless, dull joke. We both laugh, breathless, hearts racing, amazed at what we just got away with.
