"Do you think any of these people are going to notice?" Zayne gestures around us. The other three people in the theater do look pretty distracted. They're far away, and their eyes are fixed on the screen. But if one of them turned around now, they'd see me sitting far above the seats, exposed, obvious.
"What if they hear?" I whisper, wriggling against him. But I don't move off of him. It feels too good, his hard cock digging into my ass, his warm, strong arms still wrapped around my waist.
"You'll just have to be quiet," Zayne murmurs against the back of my neck, his nose grazing the soft skin there. "Think you can do that for me, dirty girl? Think you can be quiet while I fuck you until you come?"
I tense and cast another nervous glance around the theater. Can I? Normally I'd say yes, but given the orgasms Zayne has given me recently, I'm not so sure anymore …
"I can try," I murmur.
He smirks and catches my earlobe between his teeth, biting down just hard enough to make me inhale sharply. "I'll take that as a challenge."
He runs both hands up my thighs now, and catches underneath my skirt to pull it with him. He inches the skirt up, up, until my panties are exposed. He keeps going, hiking the skirt around my waist, out of the way, and then drops his hands back down to trace the edges of my lacy thong.
"This is very naughty underwear, Ms. Walker. Entirely inappropriate for being out in public."
A shiver races down my spine at the sound of his voice, low and sexy as hell. I lean back against him and his chest vibrates against my back when he speaks.
"I'm going to have to relieve you of it."
"What a shame," I manage to breathe. Then I arch my hips enough to allow him access to hook his fingers through my thong and tug it down. He pulls it all the way down to my knees and leaves it dangling there, as his hands slide back up to my thighs. He traces the edges of my pussy, along my mound, down my thighs, not quite touching me yet. All the while I can feel his cock digging into my ass, straining against the clasp of his jeans.
He arches his back, and I lean down against him, circling my hips, grinding myself shamelessly against his thick cock.
"Hungry for me?" he asks. My belly tightens.
"Always."
He dips one finger between my legs and traces my pussy lips lightly. "Mm, I can tell." He pushes gently against my lips until they part, and his finger slides between them, along my slit. "I love how wet you get for me, Clove."
"You always make me wet." I glance over my shoulder at him and circle my hips again for emphasis. "Just like I always make you hard."
"As a rock," he agrees.
I reach beneath me to fumble for his pants clasp. Find the button of his jeans and start to undo it without looking.
He catches my wrist with his other hand. "Ah ah. That's my job." He nods forward. "You focus on not giving us away," he says, and with a start, I realize I've forgotten where we are. That we're in public, just a few feet away from other people.
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.
"Fuck, Zayne," I hiss between gritted teeth.
"What did I tell you?" he murmurs, his voice lost in my hair, as he buries his face against the back of my head, drawing me close against him. "You'll have to stay very quiet … But I'm not going to make it easy for you."
I twist against him, trying to ease up the pressure. But the pleasure is too much. He knows exactly where to touch me, exactly when and how. He presses his forefinger against my clit as he continues to fuck me, and the sensation makes my whole body jerk, an electric shock straight to my nerve endings.
At the same time, he flattens his other hand against my back, bending me forward. I grab the seats in front of me, hang onto them as he thrusts up into me. At this angle, his cock drags along my inner front wall, the tip pressing right across my G-spot, at the same time that he keeps fingering my clit. Spots cloud my vision, and I have to bite my lip to keep it shut, to silence the cry that threatens to escape at any second.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Can you come quietly for me, Clove?" Zayne's voice is a whisper, a breath against the nape of my neck, which makes all the hair there stand on end.
In response, all I can manage is a faint moan, deep in my throat, where I try to keep it lodged as the pressure builds inside me toward a peak.