“I need you to be quiet,” O whispers near my ear, sending goosebumps down my spine. “I know you can be quite vocal, but I really need you to be as quiet as you can right now. Can you do that?”
“Only if you keep kissing me,” I whisper back. It’s so dark I can’t see his face, but I can feel his smirk right before he kisses me again. When his tongue lazily tangles with mine, he starts moving his hips.
Very slowly.
I guess this is what I get for sucking him as slowly as I did. It feels fucking awesome though. I almost forget I’m being folded in two and there are other people here who could see us if they’d wanted to at any moment.
Having sex in the hallway of Dominium was different. It’s a BDSM establishment. The people attending there are at least in the right frame of mind to walk in on two, or more, people having sex. But here? At the movies? Not so much.
The rolling of O’s hips and his kissing is driving me insane. His thrusts go deep and he pulls almost all the way out every time. I try to meet his thrusts, but I’m not really in the right position to move along with him. Moaning in his mouth, his kiss muffling the sound of it, he grunts softly and picks up the pace.
Searching out my clit, I wriggle my hand between our bodies before I start rubbing myself, going along with the pace O has going.
With all the stimuli that are going on, I start building to what will most likely become a very noisy orgasm. So I dive into O’s mouth, kissing him like my life depends on it, before I stop moving completely as a climax takes over my body. Waves of pleasure are taking over my body, and I manage to keep the scream that wants to get out inside of me.
O keeps his pace going as I ride out the last ripples of my orgasm, and once I come down again, I’m able to start kissing him again. Despite his plea for me to stay quiet, he’s moaning and grunting loudly himself.
Part of me feels really good, knowing I’m able to do this to him. It might be because this is just awesome sex, it might have something to do with him living out his fantasy of public sex, but he seems to be enjoying the shit out of himself. And I’m the one doing it with it. It’s empowering, and to be honest, just fucking hot.
When he starts picking up the pace, going at it more frantic, I grab his head in both my hands, pulling at his hair, kissing him roughly. I can’t muffle the groan that leaves his mouth when he reaches his climax, but at this point I no longer care. I just hold and kiss him through it, until he lets his head fall down on my shoulder, panting.
It takes a minute before he is able to get off of me, giving a kiss on my collarbone as he gets back up. When my legs are down again, I finally feel how sore they are from being bent in two for so long. Somehow I feel like I’m going to have sore muscles tomorrow. Totally counting this as a workout though.
O makes sure all of our clothes are back in place again before he sits down in his own chair and starts watching the screen.
“So,” he says, “what the hell is this movie about?”
I laugh out loud. “Now you want to know?”
“Not really,” he shrugs. “I absolutely got what I came here for.”
“Smooth, I just thought you liked spending time with me. But I’m just here to fulfill all your dirty little fantasies.”
“It’s like catching two birds with one stone, though. I get to spend time with you and fulfill my dirty little fantasies.”
I should be annoyed, or mad, but I’m not. I’m just crazy happy and in love. Even if we’re doing unpredictable crazy sex stuff. That should make me nervous, but these boys have ruined me to the point where I’ve come to enjoy the unpredictability. I never know when I just randomly stumble into an orgy. What a life, right?
He wraps his arm around me, and I let my head fall on his shoulder.
“Love you,” I whisper.
“Love you too,” he whispers back, squeezing me closer.
“Now shut up and watch the movie,” I boss him around.
He chuckles, but listens.