"Pink Floyd?" Todd asks confused by the seemingly random placement of a Pink Floyd poster right before we walk into the little black theater.
"Yeah. The laser show is set to a couple of Pink Floyd songs. You'll love it. It's so cool," I ooze my excitement to him. Our hands have been glued together all night, and it's no different after we lean back in the cushioned leather recliners. It's the last showing before closing time so it’s not completely packed. The lights dim out, and as they do Todd moves our clasped hands so they're laying low on his stomach. Suddenly the music starts and all I want to do is touch Todd. The lasers start so I know all of his attention is on the screen above us.
Maybe it's because it's dark in here, maybe it's because I've lost my mind, maybe it's because turning him on makes me feel powerful, maybe it's all or none of these reasons, but I untangle my hand from his and lay it flat his lower abs. He focuses on the screen still, but is using his once occupied hand to lightly brush his hand up and down my arm. It sends a shiver through me and gives me the guts to push my hand under his jeans and past the elastic waistband of his underwear. His hand stops caressing my arm once he realizes what I'm doing. I allow myself to slide in further until my hand is wrapped around him. I slowly move my hand up and down his length as best I can. He lets out a quiet moan that encourages me to go faster. He grows bigger with every stroke. I glance at him and his eyes are full of lust staring at my hand in his pants, working him. He tilts his pelvis up, but his pants are now so tight I can barely move my hand.
Suddenly, he yanks my hand roughly out of his jeans, adjusts himself, stands, and drags me up out of my seat before I can even say a word. Now he's leading me through the parking lot to the car as if the building is about explode.
"Thank you for parking so far away from everyone," he says turning his head for a quick second to thank me. I'm practically jogging to keep up.
"I didn't want anyone to ding it," I attempt to shout up at him. I parked by the brush line of where the parking lot ends and the woods begin.
He drags me around to the driver's side and opens the back door. A look of surprise crawls across his face.
"Why are your seats folded down?" He asks. I think he's lost his mind.
"I had some large frames in there the other day and never put them back up. Why?"
A cheeky smile erupts from his face and he looks me up and down like he wants to devour me. "After you," he invites me into my own back seat.
"Um...okay," I hesitantly agree. I do my best to lift my leg but because of my pencil skirt it's a little harder than normal so my skirt lifts high on my thighs as I crawl in. Just as I get in, a big smack hits my ass and I squeal loudly. "What was that for?" I ask, looking back at him climbing in after me.
I sit on my hip to rotate and he's right behind me. I giggle even though he looks like the cat that ate the canary. I don't know who moves first but we magically fall into place. I scoot my hips toward him with my knees bent as he slides in between my legs causing my skirt to completely bunch around the tops of my thighs. Our mouths crash together, eager and hungry. The way he kisses me makes me forget about everything, and my thoughts turn and spin around us only. His arm around my back guides me softly down until I'm splayed out across the back half of my car. He's still hovering above me even though our mouths haven't separated. I grab his back and pull him down so he's completely on top of me, our chests heaving against each other.
He grabs my bare thigh and grinds into me. I moan into his mouth at how good it feels. He finally breaks from my mouth and starts kissing down my ear and throat. I want so much more from him it's unbearable. I snake my hands down his back and grab his ass, pressing myself against him, getting the friction my core so desperately wants. He moans so loudly it gives me the confidence I need to pull his shirt off greedily. "Are you trying to take advantage of me, Amelia?" He jokes with a chuckle.
I laugh because with the way I've been acting tonight, I very well might be. "Maybe, actually. Everything just...feels so much better than I ever could have imagined."
We stare in each other's eyes and I feel his hand slip up my shirt. He studies my eyes with a small sneaky grin on his face. I bite my bottom lip while a grin grows on my face. Right as his hand cups my bra, he makes a swift motion and removes my shirt so quickly I'm not even sure how he did it. He chuckles at my stunned face. He kisses my neck and let out a little squeak when he undoes my bra so smoothly, I barely notice. But that could be because his mouth on my neck has me distracted. Not to mention the overpowering feeling of my body pulsing. I can't remember ever wanting anything more in my entire life. He's moving my bra slowly down my arms and it's too much. He's going too slow so I move my arms and fling it off of me. It lands somewhere near the front of the car. He smiles.
"Impatient, huh?" His smile fades into a sexy grin.
"You were taking too long," I confess.
He grabs my breast then starts kissing and sucking the other one. In between kisses he tells me, "You are so unbelievably sexy."
I sigh in satisfaction and tangle my fingers in his delectable dark golden hair. He nibbles my nipple and I scream out a moan. I instinctively lift my hips against his. He growls and begins to move faster. He pushes his erection against me and my entire body flushes with heat.
"God," he moans. "Be my girlfriend." He says it so fast I'm not even sure he said it. We both freeze taking in the weight of his words. Our eyes meet and he's looking for answers in my eyes but there are only questions. Todd Bartlett doesn't date. Todd Bartlett is a player. Todd Bartlett wants to date...me? He nods as if he can read my mind. "My real girlfriend. No more of this fake bullshit. Make it real." He says it with conviction, but I know it's really a question. I'm blown away and have no words so I just nod. "Yeah?" I nod eagerly and then kiss him hard. I run my fingernails down his back and grab his ass again. He groans loudly and leans back to look at me.
"Amelia, I'm not going to fuck you in the back of this car, but I am going to give you the best orgasm you've ever had. Tell me to stop if you want me to," he admits to me in a low, rumbling voice.
I wrap my legs around his back in response and say, "Please, don't stop. I want it. I want you." It's practically a whisper but it's a confession nonetheless.
"I want you too, Sweet Cheeks. These are coming off." He slides his hand up my thigh and reaches for my panties. I lift myself so he can pull them off. They're not cute or a thong so I'm relieved that it's dark. Although, I'm pretty sure I could be wearing granny panties and Todd wouldn't care. He hovers above me and as soon as I feel his fingers start to massage me, the pulsing heightens and I get wetter. "Mmmm, I love that I make you this wet." He slips one finger in me, then adds another. His thumb finds my clit while he methodically moves his fingers in and out.
"Oh, please," I whine. "Go faster."
He shakes his head and removes his hand completely. I pout in protest. He smiles devilishly and moves down my body and right before I question what he's doing, I feel his breath on the inside of my thighs. He slips his fingers back in me while kissing my thighs and finally licking up my center. His mouth covers me. He licks and sucks my clit as his fingers move faster. I can feel my orgasm building quickly threatening to release any second. His free hand somehow finds mine and he laces his fingers with mine. The intimacy is exactly what I need and I let out a small scream as stars explode and float down all around me.
After a minute when I regain my senses, I can't help but notice Todd sitting back on his legs in front of me with a pained face and extremely tight jeans. Without even thinking I make a mad dash to unbuckle and carefully zip down his pants. I reach inside his underwear and pull him out. Even though I've never had a penis this close to my face or naked body, but I let the moment guide me and pump him like I know exactly what I'm doing.
"Amelia, it's okay-" he moans and tilts his head back. "Oh fuck." He grabs my shoulder. "Baby, I'm–"
"Sh," I quiet him.
"No, I mean I'm about–"
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bsp; "Let me do this. I want to make you feel good too." He groans loudly, and I'm surprised when he comes all over my bare chest. My mouth falls open as his warm release slides down my body. I'm half horrified, and half extremely turned on. He groans loudly.
"Oh shit, Amelia, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" He looks around until he finds his shirt. "I'm so sorry. I was trying to warn you, I swear." He starts to wipe me down and I'm still a little too stunned to say anything. He lifts my chin so our eyes meet. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," I mutter. He looks at me, worried. "Yes," I tell him firmly. "Yes." I get on my knees and wrap my arms around him. "Thank you." He squeezes me tightly and chuckles.
"You don't have to thank me for your orgasms. You're welcome to, but you don't have to."
I loosen my grip on him so I can hold his face and kiss him. It's a sweet, lazy but sexy kiss and I feel it all the way down in the pit of my stomach. He breaks the kiss and scoots away from me.
"Don't go making me hard again. I only have so much self-control. Let me find your clothes," he tells me, searching the car. He passes me my bra, and then helps me put my shirt on. I reach out to grab my panties but he snatches them and shoves them in his pocket. I gasp.
"You're kidding, right? My panties?" I ask incredulously.
"Yeah, for later," he says with a sexy grin that melts me.
"You're sick," I tell him crawling into the front seat. "Now I have to go panty-less all the way home." I smile because I secretly love it. I love that he wants me and I love that he's attracted to me and I love that he wants to be my boyfriend. He is my boyfriend. I have a boyfriend. Holy shit, Todd Bartlett is my boyfriend.
"And I have to go home shirtless," he counters. He buckles himself in the passenger seat. He notices me looking at him. "What's wrong, Sweet Cheeks?" I smile, letting him know that nothing is wrong. Everything is just right.
"I really like you shirtless," I confess, biting my smile. He laughs. His face is bright and his typical brooding nature is more light than dark. I don't think either one of us has stopped smiling.
After a minute driving down the road he breaks the silence. "So...Sunday dinner tomorrow?"
I groan. "Oh, yeah. I forgot. You still want to come?" I stupidly ask.
"Well, no, but considering that we're actually dating now, I probably should. I don't want them to hate me, Amelia, especially if we're going to be spending a lot more time together." He carelessly runs his hands through his hair and then looks over at me.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm just sorry how things ended up last time. I didn't know my parents could be so rude," I sadly say. "I would love to have you there." I mean it, but I'm worried about my parents. Now that we're actually dating I really do want them to like him, and I'm not sure that'll ever happen.
He reaches over and gently takes my hand in his. He tangles our fingers together and kisses my hand. "Plus, I really want you to accidentally fall on me again."
"What? That really was an accident!" I protest as he just laughs.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever. Hey, will you let me feel your silk panties again?" His voice lowers and the question makes me blush.
"I never let you feel them to begin with," I tease him. "Maybe I just won't wear any panties." The words flow out of my mouth before my brain knows what I'm saying. I see his head turn to me in surprise. I grin and feel my cheeks burn.
"We're definitely going to have sexy times upstairs before dinner. I'm going to sneak into your room one of these nights, too," he jokes.
"Don't you dare! I'll get in so much trouble!" I tell him seriously.
"Okay, okay, you're right," he relents. "You moan way too loud. It would definitely wake someone up."
Oh my God. My face turns bright red in embarrassment. I have no words. He looks over and notices.
"Aw, no, don't be embarrassed! I was kidding. You don't moan that loud and don't you ever get self-conscious about it and stop, because your moan is the sexiest sound I've ever heard. And," he kisses the inside of my wrist, "I plan on making you moan as often as possible."
I bite my lip and try not to look too effected, but on the inside my heart is beating wildly and my body is pulsing.
Before too soon, I'm kissing him goodbye and telling him I'll see him tomorrow.
29
–– Todd ––
I'm really not excited about going to Sunday dinner, but I don't see any other way to win over Amelia's parents. I am stupid excited about seeing Amelia though. And nervous. Like butterflies in my stomach, nervous. I haven't felt this nervous about a girl since...maybe when I lost my virginity.
I straighten my tie in the mirror and stand back to look at how well I've "cleaned up." I groan. A tie? I'm going to dinner, not church service. I shake my head and yank the tie off. I undo the top two buttons and roll up the sleeves of my black button-down shirt. A couple of tattoos peak out. The Baldwins are going to have to learn to accept me––the real me, because I'm sure as shit not pretending anymore. I was dead serious about Amelia being my girlfriend. It didn't really come out planned or romantic or anything, but I meant it. I honest to God can't remember the last time I've had a girlfriend. I don't know if I've ever had a girlfriend. I guess this really is a new thing for both of us.
I sit on the edge of my bed trying to keep down the nerves. It was almost easier not caring. But I do care, so much that it scares me. I rub my hands down my smooth, recently-shaved face. I feel like I'm going to find a way to fuck it up. She's too good for me. I'm going to lose her somehow. I can’t shake this feeling in my gut.
"Oh my God!" I yell out to the air. I'm driving myself fucking crazy. "Get it together, Bartlett," I mumble to myself.
I grab my wallet, keys, and helmet and head to Sunday dinner with the Baldwins.
"Fancy seeing you here," I lean on the doorway after Amelia opens the door for me.
"Fancy seeing me here...at my house?" She laughs and it makes me want to grab her, pin her against the wall and have my way with her. Maybe someday.
I walk in and wrap my hands around her waist. She puts her arms around my neck. I kiss her on the cheek then nuzzle into her hair. She smells like...apple pie. I snake my hands further down her body. "Why do you smell like apple pie?" I ask, whispering into her hair. She's wearing a skirt like the one she was wearing last night, but a different pattern. Her ass looks perfect in it, and I give it a squeeze. She muffles a squeal into my neck that turns me on way more than it should.
"I baked an apple pie for dessert," she sweetly tells me. She takes my hands off her ass and places them on her hips. Groping Mr. Baldwin's daughter in the entryway of their house is probably a bad way to get in their good graces. I hug her closer instead, so her tits are squished against my chest. Not helping the situation that’s happening in my pants right now, at all.
"Mmm, I can wait to eat your pie," I suggestively whisper in her ear. She blushes and bites her grin. "Sneak me upstairs?" I grin and she rolls her eyes, then smiles.
She takes my hand and rushes us upstairs. She quietly closes the door behind her. "I can't believe how easy that was," I commend her.
She shrugs her shoulders. "Josh is with Monica in his room, and my parents are fine with it. They still think he's too young and innocent. My parents live under a rock, I swear."
She so cute when she's irritated. It's funny that a few weeks ago it drove me nuts.
"My dad is in his office, like he always is. 'Crunchin' numbuhs' as he would say. And my mom is in the kitchen cooking as usual. I was helping her earlier after I baked the pie."
I lay down on the bed, crossing my arms behind my head and taking it over as if it were my own bed. She looks at me incredulously.
"What?" I innocently ask.
She rolls her eyes then kicks off her cute furry slippers. I'm not sure why I'm finding even her slippers cute, but I don't question my insanity because she sets her knee on the bed. Her skirt lifts ever so slightly. I look up at her with my eyebrows raised. She bites her lip, pulls up her skirt
enough to straddle me, and I'm instantly hard. She's being insanely bold and I'm actually proud of her confidence. I'm nearly hard as a rock when she leans down to kiss me. I pull her tighter against me so she can feel my hardness. She lets out a little gasp and looks at me. The look in her eyes is half surprise (though I don't know why) and half burning desire. I capture her lips with mine, and she eagerly moans. I grab her ass, and she rocks back and forth against my hardness. I kiss and suck her neck as she quickens the movement of her hips against mine. She moans into my ear and whispers, "Todd." Right before we're both about to see stars, I easily flip her over on her back. She squeals loudly and clamps her hand over her mouth. It gives me a second so I don't explode in my pants. Again. Like a teenager. Fuck, I am way too turned on by her.
I hover over her and she's practically panting. I lean down and kiss her neck while I push her wet panties to the side and easily slip two fingers in her. Her hips rise up and her eyes roll back in ecstasy as I strum her clit with my thumb. She's so close to coming, I can feel it. I barely graze my lips to hers and tell her, "I am insanely attracted to you. And your pussy is the best thing I have ever tasted." I capture her loud moan with my mouth and she comes with my fingers inside her. My girl likes dirty talk. This is going to be fun.
There's no way I can sit down to dinner with balls as blue as mine right now. I grab some tissues from the box on her nightstand. "I apologize ahead of time," I warn her. She's completely satisfied on her bed, and I'm pretty sure she's unable to move. With my fingers still wet from her pussy, I start pumping myself. I look at Amelia and she grins lazily at me, and that's all it takes for me to explode.
After a few minutes we both try to straighten ourselves out. My now-short blonde hair is a lost cause, so I just run my fingers through it to make it look like...well, like it's supposed to look messy. I adjust my rolled-up sleeves so they're even and not crumpled.
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