“Don’t fight it, Gia,” Seth whispered near into ear. He’d sensed her second-guessing herself. “If I can’t fuck your little pussy with my cock right now, I sure as hell will with my fingers. Give in to it.”
His entire arm moved tensely over her now. Gia grimaced as the friction took over and she felt herself rising again toward climax. She felt completely helpless, vulnerable and open to his insistence upon pleasuring her.
But it was Seth’s touch, and it was so good.
“I’m going to feel you tighten around me this time,” he said very quietly with his lips touching her ear. “You wouldn’t believe how good it feels when you squeeze my cock when you’re coming.”
She clutched onto his thrusting forearm as she came again.
“Yeah, I can feel your heat. Give me more of that.”
She lost herself for a moment, coming violently against his hand.
When she came back to herself, he’d removed his fingers from her and was spreading her abundant juices all over her labia, anointing her.
Making a point.
“That’s not something that can be faked,” he said darkly near her ear.
Gia wasn’t sure what to think about him saying that, fogged with lust as she was. He removed his hand from her pants and closed the button fly partially.
He took her hand in his and placed it on his crotch, and her thoughts about his tensely uttered words vanished. His cock rode horizontally along his pelvis and was pressed tightly against the fabric of his jeans, furiously erect. She tightened her fingers on the shaft. He moved his hand, forcing hers to move with it, grinding her hand against his cock and jerking it up and down several inches so that his cock rose and fell, his actions forceful and crude and exciting. Wordlessly, he let go and began to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his jeans.
A moment later, she held his naked cock in her hand. He felt warm and deliciously hard.
“Watch the movie, Gia,” he ordered near her ear. “Stare at the screen and jack me. I want you to remember this.”
“I’m not going to forget it,” she whispered shakily, training her gaze on the flickering screen. Her image was up there, huger than life, but it was the experience of pumping Seth’s cock, of holding his pulsing flesh in her very hand that was real. In her peripheral vision, she saw him cup his balls as her fist flew up and down his shaft. She looked into his lap, hungry for the familiar, yet always compelling, vision.
He lifted his hand and tilted her face gently back to the screen. “Faster,” he hissed into her ear. “I’m about to come, and you’re going to swallow what I give you. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her mouth salivating at the thought.
Her arm muscles ached as she pumped him for all she was worth. He made a low, rough sound in his throat. Unable to keep her gaze locked on the screen, she looked into his lap again. His hand lifted his clean-shaven testicles, cradling and squeezing them while she furiously jacked the long, straight shaft.
“I’m about to come,” he said into her ear, his breathing rough. “Slide my cock into your mouth, but you don’t need to suck. Don’t ruin your makeup.”
She bent, fitting the fat, succulent head between her spread lips, her hand still jacking him. He jerked when she defied him, tightening around him and bobbing her head up and down just a few inches. She sucked, prodding him to give her what she wanted.
He complied silently, every muscle in his body drawn tight. His cock swelled huge. The musky taste of his come spread on her tongue. He clutched her head. She remained still while she pumped him and he ejaculated into her mouth.
It was dark in the theater, but the moment was lurid. Brilliant. Intense. Gia knew it would be indelibly pressed into her memory for as long as she lived.
Nineteen
They left the movie a little early and returned to the SUV, where Seth retouched her makeup. He seemed especially focused on his task, and Gia thought it was because he considered it a professional victory if he could fool Rill Pierce’s sharp director’s eye.
She was still a little dazed by what had happened in the movie theater, mostly because she wasn’t sure what had happened. She wasn’t sure if it was just an impulsive, incredibly charged erotic interlude—a product of their having to restrain themselves from touching each other—or if there was something more to Seth’s intensity.
Had she been right in thinking he’d been making some kind of point by making her surrender to him sexually in front of the big screen, that blatant symbol of her career and the life she’d chosen?
Had he been subtly insisting she give herself to him completely after watching her give a small part of herself to millions of people?
She’d participated eagerly. The sex had been charged and deeply erotic. But what had happened in the movie theater seemed somehow ominous, too, like a dark cloud had begun to cast a shadow on their idyllic time together. Maybe she’d been right in fearing that their intimacy would be ruptured if they left their private sanctuary in the woods.
She grew quiet on the way to Rill and Katie’s, thinking. If any aspect of her concerns were true, why did she love submitting to him so much? Shouldn’t she be worried she would sacrifice personal goals in order to be with him . . . especially given how hard she was falling for him?
That thought made anxiety flame higher.