He grins. “I thought we might not make it here or that we might need a place to relieve some sexual tension.”
I furrow my brow and open up the backseat door to find a blanket, some lube, and a box of condoms. I reach in and hold up a candle.
“To set the mood,” he explains.
“Oh, of course. Because there can be mood set in a car when there’s next to no room at all for anything.”
"Have you had car sex?" he demands. "It can be very hot. I'll have you know."
“I suppose with the right partner, any sex could be hot,” I say, trying not to stiffen.
I just don’t like to think about the girls he’s been with before.
And that’s when I realize just why he got so miffed when I mentioned Ace.
Allie.
A girl that all four of the guys either dated or fucked.
A Grim Reaper.
And the girl who was able to get the other guys to stop bullying me.
“Hey,” Rob says gently, lifting my chin to force me to look at him. “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
I grin. “I know. Sorry.”
“Do I?” he asks.
“Do you what?”
“Do I have anything to worry about?”
“No.”
He lifts his eyebrows, but we leave it at that and head inside.
“Do you want any popcorn?” Rob asks, pointing to the concession stand.
I lick my lips and lean in close. “I’ll pop your corn.”
“You better.”
We show our tickets, and we take our time, arm in arm, walking to our theater. Rob's right. We are the only ones here, and we start to make out before the trailers start. Just when the film starts to roll, two guys walk in. Are you shitting me? And, of course, they sit directly in front of us.
“Fuckers,” Rob mutters under his breath. “You’re going to have to be quiet, love.”
“Me? Quiet?” I whisper.
“Shut up,” one of the guys says without turning around.
I flip him the bird before slowly unzipping Rob’s pants. I love the feel of his thick cock in my hand, inside me, and…
I slide out of my seat and position myself between Rob’s legs. After licking the pre-cum from the tip of his cock, I take him into my mouth, bobbing up and down. Rob’s the one who has to be quiet, not me, and whenever I pause to try to look up and see him as best as I can in the dark theater, he is straining. And when I gently apply the slightest hint of pressure from my teeth, his cock shudders, and he sprays his cum at the back of my throat. I stifle a cough and swallow every drop. Once he’s done, I pull back, letting his cock slip out of my mouth, and he groans.
“Shut the fuck up,” the same guy says.
“You shut up, man,” Rob says, and I can’t help laughing.
I have just enough time to sit next to Rob before the guys get up and move to a different row, which just makes me laugh that much harder.
“God, you’re amazing,” Rob whispers in my ear. “Now, it’s your turn to have a little bit of fun.”
Yeah, let's just say that it's a good thing Rob covers my mouth because even though I try my best, his fingers… fucking hell, is it damn hard to be quiet when you're pleased as good as Rob can deliver.