by Anita Knight
“Holy sh—” he starts, but I clap a hand over his mouth. Then I put a finger to my lips and mouths, shh.
“What are you doing?” He whispers. I plant a kiss on his jawline in response, silently working the belt off his pants with my quick fingers.
“Ohmygod,” he breathes.
“Is this okay?” I ask, knowing full well how enthusiastic he is. It’s not hard to see. Then I smirk because it actually is hard to see in here, but you know what I’m saying.
Joe nods and helps me with the zipper. His large, warm hands shake until I grab them and gently place them on his seat’s armrests. He grips the empty drink holders tightly as I unsheathe him and run my hand down his long, thick length. I’m practically salivating at the feeling of him in my hands. He’s soft and warm and hard as steel.
I wrap my hand around his base and slowly bring my grip to his tip, which is already beaded with salty liquid. I don’t take my eyes off of him as I pump up and down his erection. His eyes go in and out of focus with every movement I make. He grips the armrest ever tighter. I take my other hand and lick my fingers, rubbing circles over his tip. He sucks in a sharp breath and widens his eyes at me.
“That feels amazing,” he breathes.
I lean forward and whisper in his ear, “Classics aren’t the only kind of films I watch.”
He lets out a low groan. I knew he’d like that response. I watch his breathing grow shallower, his Adam’s apple shaking, his hips trying to pulse against me. The sight of him coming undone makes me want the same thing for myself, right now.
I grab his hand and place it on my bare breast. He’s hesitant to touch me at first, but I show him what I like by touching my other breast. I rub my nipple, rolling the sensitive little peak between my fingers. Joe does as I do, and when I drop my head back and writhe my hips ever so slightly, he takes the silent cue. He places both hands on my breasts and explores like I’ve wanted him to for a while now. I let out a soft moan, and his dick twitches in my hands.
I’m so wet I can feel it seeping through my panties. I reposition myself so that the aching spot between my legs is pressed up against his erection. I move against him, holding the armrests for support. Fuck he feels so good, and he’s not even inside me. I rock against him harder, and the seat squeaks slightly. Shit, we are so not in the right place for this. But there’s no stopping us now.
Joe lets out a loud groan, but I kiss him to shut him up, letting my fingers run through his messy blond hair. I pull his head back and kiss his neck, biting playfully.
He yelps in shock. Someone nearby whispers for us to shut up. I giggle softly against Joe’s skin, unphased by the fact that I’m half-naked in public. We could be found out at any moment, but it just makes this that much hotter. We’re in the perfect spot. It’s dark and quiet and dangerous. I’ve dreamed of fucking him here more than once, and now that dream is finally coming true.
“Touch me,” I whisper.
Joe stills his hands on my breasts, probably wondering how else I want him to touch me. I guide one of his hands to the heat between my legs, slipping his fingers beneath my panties. The moment his hot fingers touch my sensitive skin, I suck in a sharp breath. A shiver rips down my spine. He’s finally touching me.
Though he’s hesitant at first, I watch Joe’s expression as his eyes go wide, and he slowly explores the slickness I’m offering him. He bites his lip, his fingers moving in seemingly uncalculated, erratic movements that surprise me. It’s exhilarating, feeling his erection against me and his fingers massaging my clit in unexpected bursts of sensation. It makes me wonder if he’s ever touched a woman before.
“Are you a virgin?” I ask, overcome with nosy curiosity.
“Not all film nerds are virgins,” he says. I give him a narrow-eyed, suspicious look. “Is it that obvious?”
“Don’t worry,” I kiss him softly. “You’re doing great.” I move against him to prove it. He lets out a low growl that brings me almost to the edge. Shit, I want more of him, and I don’t know if I can wait until our date tomorrow.
“I don’t have any condoms, but I’m on the pill,” I say, breathless already and eager to get him inside me.
“Oh,” his body stiffens. “I didn’t expect to have sex during class, so I don’t have any condoms.”
“It’s okay, I’m clean.” He nods wordlessly. “If you want this, too, I’m so ready for you, Joe.”
Joe smiles at me, a genuine, sweet smile that tells me he does. I reposition myself, careful not to overwhelm him with my obsessive nature. Slowly, I lower myself down onto him, relishing his thick length stretching me out as he comes deeper and deeper inside me. He holds his breath until I kiss him again. And when I do, he returns my kiss with enthusiasm and hunger.
Joe takes my face in his hands, gently pulling me toward him as our kiss deepens. I ride him slowly at first, but with every moan that sounds from the speakers in the theater and every eager new way that Joe touches me, I can’t help but move faster. Waves of ecstasy pound through my veins as I writhe against his hips. The chair creaks with each movement, but I don’t care. It feels too good to have Joe’s hands on me now, and I love watching his expression as I ride him to the edge. I’m the one making him feel this way, I’m the one who finally made a move, and now I’m the one who gets to watch him come undone. It adds a whole other level of intensity to know I’m making Joe feel this way for the first time. And if things between us go as I hope, it definitely won’t be the last.
Chapter Three
Joe
I’m having a hard time breathing here. From the erotic images on the screen and the beautiful woman writhing on top of me to the sounds of love-making filling the space in surround sound as waves of pure fucking pleasure burst inside me, it’s entirely surreal. And it’s actually happening, even though nothing cool ever happens to me. Unless you count that George Clooney waved at me during the premiere of Descendants, but now that I think of it, he could very well have been waving to the big-breasted blonde in the row behind me at the time.
Crap, that’s way more likely.
Lila grabs my shoulders and leans forward, riding me at a different angle that sends a whole new kind of pleasure through me. Fuck, and I thought what she was doing before felt good. It takes every fiber in my being not to rip the rest of my clothes off and go crazy with her body. I may be a virgin, but something inside me is threatening to cut loose, and I’m afraid it might involve a Tarzan roar.
I adjust my hips in the seat, so we’re not banging, literally, against the cup holders, and as I do so, Lila lets out a loud moan that sets my blood pumping so hard I feel I might explode. Luckily, the sexy sounds of her pleasure blend in with the film's soundtrack, but the creaking of our crappy old movie seat does not. I think it’s time to take this someplace less noisy.
Glancing down at the sticky floor, I realize the next best option probably isn’t the most romantic. But if we don’t want to get caught, and if I want to let those Tarzan instincts take over, we’re going to need a bit more space. Plus, who knows when I’ll get another chance to have sex in a movie theater again? This is every film nerd’s dream. Or maybe it’s just mine. Either way, I’m going to make it last as long as I can.
I wriggle in the seat to give myself a bit of room to pull my Goonies T-shirt off and throw it to the floor beside us.
Lila lets out an amused giggle. “Save it for our date tomorrow.”
“I thought this was our date,” I say, my voice as low and sexy as I can make it.
“This is the pre-date, so I can tell if I want to date you.”
Oh, fuck. I better impress her.
Making as little noise as possible, I stand from the seat with Lila’s legs wrapped around me. I kick my backpack a few feet down the aisle, and she holds her breath as I maneuver us between the rows, slowly lowering her to the ground. Her head rests against my backpack as a pillow, her body laid against my shirt, and her soft, flowery dress fully open, revealing the braless beautiful wom
an of my dreams.
I lean down, suddenly overcome with animalistic urges that melt all worry about whether or not I’m doing this right. I just know. And seeing Lila in the dim flickering light sets off some sort of ancient primal understanding. I’m in auto Tarzan mode, minus the yelling. But to be honest, I wouldn’t be surprised if a howl escapes me. Being inside her is like floating through space, swimming to Atlantis, and riding the jungle's vines at eighty miles an hour. This moment is every dream I’ve ever had all wrapped up in the leading lady every actress wants to be in real life.
I lay down on top of her, enjoying our warm bodies pressed together, my shirtless skin on her braless chest. I kiss her soft neck, savoring her delicate hands, exploring the muscles on my back. I kiss down to Lila’s collar bone, to her breasts, exploring her budding nipples with my tongue. When Lila arches her back against the ground, pushing herself into my mouth harder, I know I’m doing something right. I continue toying with her breasts, her nipples tightly pinched between my fingers.
Taking my next cue from earlier in the film on screen, I make a trail of hot kisses down Lila’s flat stomach to the space between her legs. She’s emanating heat and yearning and the smell of sex. I plant a kiss on the slick, wet slit between her hips to know what she tastes like. She’s sweet and fragrant, unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. I can’t get enough. I graze my teeth against her sensitive flesh, play with her folds using my hot, wet tongue. She’s moaning and moving against the hard ground beneath us, unable to stay quiet. I relinquish one of her nipples to bring a finger to her lips in a silent shush, but she bites my finger and sucks it into her mouth, running her tongue over the tip in the same erotic motion I imagine she’d use on my cock.
Fuck, that’s so hot.
I slip another finger inside her sex, in total wonder at how soft and warm and wet she is. She arches her back again and gasps, darting a hand out to grab the base of the chair near us.
“Shh,” I breathe against her wet center. She claps a hand over her mouth to stifle a loud cry. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
“Do that again,” she hisses.
“What? This?” I pulse two fingers inside her this time.
“Mmhmm,” she moans. “And the other thing.”
I hesitate. What other thing is Lila talking about?
“With your breath,” she begs, her voice on the edge of tears.
Oh, okay. I blow cold air on her slick pink center. Her stomach contracts, and she turns to the side, gasping for air. A smile spreads on my face. She likes that.
I do it again, this time slipping a third finger inside her. She clamps down around my fingers and breathes raggedly, grabbing the chairs around us, biting her lip to prevent her from crying out in pure ecstasy. I love watching her. It’s so erotic. The sounds she’s trying so hard not to make are mimicked on the screen, moans and pants fill the theater. It’s like our moment is on display, but it’s our secret all the same.
Lila pulls me up from my perch between her legs, dragging me into a deep, sensual kiss. Her taste is on my lips and under our noses. It’s so fucking sexy. Unable to wait any longer, and eager as hell to feel what it’s like to be inside her again, I slip myself between her slick folds, pulsing against her hips, watching her beautiful lips contort into an O shape as I fuck her against the movie theater floor.
I kiss her delicate neck slowly, but it doesn’t match the frantic, needy pace of her groping my hair and pulling my ass further toward her with her heels as she wraps her legs around me in a death grip. We couldn’t be any closer than two people can get, yet it feels like she still can’t get enough.
We barely have enough room here, between the rows. We keep banging into the armrests and the undersides of the seats, but it’s so hard to keep the movement to a minimum, especially when all I want to do is devour every piece of Lila. I want to fuck her in broad daylight, memorizing every square inch of her body from every angle. I want to go somewhere completely alone, so she can scream as loud as she wants as I fuck her into a wild frenzy. I want enough room to roll around and try every position I’ve ever seen, stretching her out as far as she’ll go. I hadn’t even realized I felt all these things about Lila, but being inside her has made it all too clear— sex with her this once will not be enough. I want more of her, and she wants more of me, and we’re not even done with this first time.
“You feel so good, Joe.” She runs her tongue up my neck and around my ear. I come in her, just like that. I buck toward Lila, letting my dick explode with pleasure inside of her. I can feel her core tighten around me in waves, almost like she’s milking me to my highest satisfaction. I’ve never experienced something so erotic and amazing. And so fucking out of the blue.
We lay there, panting like we’ve just run a marathon, for what seems like an hour. When I finally look up, Lila is smiling down at me between her rising and falling breasts.
“Beautiful,” I mouth, planting another kiss on her stomach. She runs her hands through my hair.
“That was fun,” she says. An understatement if I’ve ever heard one. Lila maneuvers herself out from under me and buttons up her dress. “You weren’t bad at all for a first-timer,” she smirks.
“You’re so fucking sexy I just knew what to do.” She smiles at that. I zip myself back into my pants and throw my shirt on, shoving the backpack under my seat. The two of us sit back down in our chairs, pretending to watch the rest of the film. Maybe Lila actually is watching the movie, but there’s no way I’ll be able to focus on anything besides what just happened. She’s the woman of my dreams, that was a fantasy come to life, and I sincerely hope to God it wasn’t a one-time thing. If I wanted to get to know Lila before today, I desperately want to know her better. She’s the whole package, and nothing will top that first date Or, pre-date, whatever you want to call it. Funny, I didn’t even want to watch this film in the first place, but now I’ll never forget it. And I barely saw it.
As the credits roll, I wonder if anyone in the theater spotted or heard us. But when the lights come back on, it becomes abundantly clear that we’re the only two left in the theater. Either everyone had the same idea I had at the start of the film, or everyone had to leave early to… relieve themselves because it was so erotic.
Then again, it’s just an old black and white film featuring naked shoulders and sexy sounds—nothing like the sex scene that played out in the back row.
I chuckle to myself. Who would have thought? As Lila gathers her things, her thin dress catches on her erect nipples. Those seductive little nubs have had my imagination running wild all year, and now I know what they look like, and I can still feel them in my mouth, between my fingers. Fuck, I won’t be able to fall asleep tonight.
Lila slips her purse strap over her shoulder, and when she stands, she stands tall and confident, like the leading lady she is.
“Did I pass your test?” I ask, hoping to God I get the chance to explore her body further, take her out and learn what goes on in that creative head of hers.
She smiles. “That was the best first date I’ve ever been on. And we didn’t even leave campus.”
I shake my head. “Shit, me too. So, I’ll see you tomorrow, then?”
She leans in close and gives me a slow, sensual kiss on the crook of my neck. I stifle a shiver at the memory of where those lips have been, and where I want them to go next. “I hear they’re playing Basic Instinct tonight for the freshman,” she says. “I’m down for another movie date if you are.”
I nod eagerly, forgetting all about the responsibilities that had me stressed just hours ago. “Absolutely.” Forget my other classes, forget my homework, forget everything else in my life. I’ve got another date with a real-life femme fatale. “I’ve never seen Basic Instinct,” I add.
“And you call yourself a film kid.” She gives me a wink and heads down the aisle. All I can do is stand here like an idiot and watch her walk away from me, her cute little ass swaying with each step. With one last sexy smirk over her
shoulder, Lila rounds the corner, and she’s gone.
Holy shit. I haven’t been this excited since I saw 2001: A Space Odyssey in restored seventy-five-millimeter technicolor film.
This is going to be one hell of a movie date. And this time, I’m bringing popcorn.
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