I face front again and suck in a deep breath, trying to concentrate. That gets harder when I feel him unzip his jeans and push them down his legs, his boxers going too, until I can feel his smooth, steel-hard cock bare against my ass.
“Zayne… Is this a good idea?” I whisper.
In response, he grips my hips and positions me above him. His cock lays along the length of my slit now, just between my lips. He’ll have to angle himself to thrust into me, but already I can feel him pulsing with lust, and my pussy tightening in response. Fuck. I can’t say no, not now. I want him too much. I always want him, no matter where we are, but here…
I cast another worried look around the theater. Fuck. We’re so exposed. If anyone looks back…
But there’s something hot about that. About being so exposed, so vulnerable. So close to other people in public…
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just got wetter,” Zayne murmurs in my ear.
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.