OH GOD.
I stopped thinking about going anywhere else. His wet fingers were now attending to my clit, rubbing and circling it like The Clit Squad. I closed my eyes, my breathing quick and shallow, and succumbed to the pleasure. Wave after wave of warmth and urgency radiated through me.
I opened my eyes to see Callum turned around, staring right at me. I sat up and crossed my legs, pinching Smith's hand to hold it still.
Smith turned to me and said casually, “Popcorn. We need popcorn.”
“Yes,” I said, my voice sounding tight and thin. “Or chips? Callum, is the concession still open?”
Callum seemed suspicious, his eyes darting down to my legs under the blanket. “I'll go get popcorn. You two … carry on. Don't let anything stop you.”
After Callum left, I extracted Smith's hand from between my legs. As close as I'd been to climax, I was now miles away and feeling ashamed.
Smith leaned in and said, “He's just missing his girlfriend. Ignore him.” He chuckled.
“Callum has a girlfriend?”
“A nice girl from town. She's at summer school, law degree.” He brought his hand to his face and smelled his fingers. “Mm, I can't wait until later.”
I reached under the blanket to his side and squeezed his hardness through his jeans. “Me neither.”
“Could you do that again?” His eyes crinkled up at the sides.
I squeezed the shaft and stroked my hand up and down, over the fabric. “Like that?”
“Perfect. Now just do it about a hundred more times.”
I pulled my hand away and leaned in to nibble on his earlobe. “You have great ears,” I said. “They're plump and I want to bite them.”
“Are you saying my ears are fat?”
“Yes.”
He crossed his arms and scowled, the pointy tip of his nose looking longer in that expression.
I sucked the bottom of his earlobe into my mouth and pulsed it with my tongue.
He sighed.
I murmured into his ear, “I like juicy, plump things to suck on.”
He groaned and wriggled around. “How long is this damn movie? Why isn't it over yet?”
I nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, then pulled my mouth away to whisper, “We could always leave early.”
I barely had time to blink before he had me up, on my feet.
Some people behind us grumbled about us blocking their view.
I crouched down and let Callie know we were checking out early, mumbling something about stomach problems. She gave me a knowing look as she nodded.
Smith kept me close in front of him. I thought he was using my body to disguise his erection from the crowd, but he kept me there even as we got out to the road, that firm rod pressing me on, faster.
We were still a block away from the gas station where we'd parked the quad when he pulled me into the dark passage between two buildings. The space was narrow, and he pressed my back against the brick wall.
Then he was all over me at once, kissing my lips and neck, his warm hands on my buttocks, under my dress.
“Climb the wall,” he said.
I gasped between his ferocious kisses raining down on me, “What?”
His belt jingled as he unfastened it and the top of his jeans.
“Press your back into the wall and walk your feet up the other wall.”
He then hoisted me up, and to my surprise, I braced my feet on either side of him, and I was no longer touching the ground.
With no panties in the way, he was nearly inside me in seconds. He paused, his tight-fitting jeans loosened but not slid down, and the hot, full head of his cock pressed against me, more into the side of my leg than my opening.
“You're a little off-target,” I whispered.
With one hand still cradling my buttock and helping me stay in position, he reached his other hand under my skirt, to my pussy.
“There's that ginger minge,” he said, stroking my triangle. “You're so wet for me.” His fingers nudged inside me and dragged slick moisture up to my clit. Using his hand as a guide, he dragged his cock forward and back within my crease, the pleasure searing.
“I want you,” I murmured.
“You're so wet for me. So wet.” He kissed me, hard. “So beautiful and so wet. All I have to do is look at you and I'm hard.”
“I want you.”
“Say it again.”
“I want you, Smith.”
He moaned and pushed partway into me.
I nearly lost my grip on the wall and collapsed, but he propped me up. I stiffened my legs, bracing myself.
He pushed in again, but he couldn't get in all the way. His hips were squeezed between my thighs, so he adjusted my legs to be wider.
Now we were set, and he groaned and sunk himself into me. I cried out in pleasure, and he quieted my cries with his soft, wet lips on my mouth.
We kissed, tongues tangling, me making soft, mewling sounds, and he found his rhythm, his cock getting stiffer with every stroke.