A bite of pain nipped at its heels when he twisted her nipple, harshly enough to delight her masochist side.
“Be quiet, Domi,” he whispered, hands moving, fingers probing, pinching. “Absolutely silent.”
She bit her lip and arched her back, closing her eyes as ecstasy rose higher. The fingers inside her stroked and pressed, his hand rocking against her clit, and Domi shuddered with the hot rapture of forbidden bliss that blasted through her body. Fingers gripped Mitch’s cock hard through his pants, her other hand digging into the seat beneath her as she barely managed to keep from crying out.
Mitch kept caressing, stroking until he’d wrung every last spasm of her orgasm from her all-too-willing body, leaving her limp from the pleasure. She opened her eyes, turning to look at him. Their eyes connected for a brief moment, then his mouth was on hers, hungrily kissing her.
The hand between her legs slipped away, and a moment later, he broke off the kiss and pushed her head down.
Somehow, he’d managed to get his pants open enough to free his cock. It stood up from the center of his lap, eagerly awaiting her lips, and Domi did not disappoint. Her body still humming from her climax, she felt dizzy as she took him between her lips.
Humming with pleasure around the thick shaft, she swallowed him deep, happy to have him inside her, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. Domi liked giving head. She especially liked it when the man took control, the way Mitch did now, his hand on the nape of her neck, holding her down as his hips thrust up, pushing him deeper.
Her tongue flicked along the shaft, her throat working as he slid in. Mitch groaned, but it blended into the moans still coming from the screen. Domi’s hand gripped his thigh, squeezing, and she sucked hard.
A few more bobs of her head, slicking the length of his cock as she moved up and down, pausing only to tease the bulbous head before sliding her lips back over him, and she felt his fingers tense. His hand pressed down harder, pinning her in place, his cock deep in her throat.
Hot liquid pulsed, and she swallowed, still sucking in long, hard pulls until he was completely drained, and she was dizzy from the lack of air.
When he pulled her upright, cuddling her in his arms, she was giggling from the wild glee of having fooled around in a movie theater. Reaching up, she tried to pat and twist her curls back into place but was pretty sure it was a fairly useless attempt.
“Good girl,” Mitch murmured in her ear, kissing her temple.
Worth it.
Their clothing set to rights, her hair still mussed, and her lips swollen, but otherwise normal, they watched the rest of the movie, cuddled up in their double seat.
It was definitely the best second date she’d ever had.
Chapter Fifteen
Mitch
“You are so lucky you didn’t get caught,” Brian said, shaking his head, with what Mitch assumed was reluctant admiration.
“Would have been worth it even if we had.” Mitch grinned. The element of danger, the excitement of knowing someone could have caught them… it’s not like there had been kids in the theater. Besides, the important point was they hadn’t been. No harm, no foul.
Suppressing a smile, Kincaid shook his head. He was the only one Mitch had been a little nervous about telling. While Kincaid was incredibly tolerant of a lot of shenanigans, he was a police detective.
“Tell me you never did anything of the sort before,” Zach said, arching an eyebrow at Brian. “Also, hurry up and finish shuffling.”
Chuckling, Brian gave the cards one last shuffle before dealing them out. As game nights went, gin rummy wasn’t exactly intensive in Mitch’s opinion, but he’d grown up in an extremely nerdy household. Still, he liked that it didn’t require his full concentration and was easy to set up, take down, and he didn’t have to remember anything for the next time they got together. Much easier than the games he’d grown up playing.
“I might have gotten a little handsy in a movie theater, but that was in high school.” Brian gave Mitch his stern look, one that would have sent the baby girls of Stronghold and Marquis swooning. “Maybe once in college. Not as an adult.”
“Well, I didn’t date much in high school and not at all in college, so there ya go. I’m making up for lost time.” Mitch grinned, picking his cards up from the table to sort through them.
“It might be kind of fun to try as an adult,” Zach mused, earning himself an intense look from Kincaid, he didn’t seem to notice. Brian and Mitch both focused on their cards, pretending they hadn’t noticed, either. Whatever was brewing between the two men seemed to be making its way to the surface more often lately.
“Anytime you want to go see a movie, just let me know,” Kincaid said silkily, using the same tone he did for submissives. Zach went beet red, but he didn’t protest Kincaid’s flirtatious statement. The tension in the room seemed to ratchet up another notch, and not only the sexual tension between Kincaid and Zach. They seemed to be waiting for Brian and Mitch’s reactions.
“Are you two official now?” Brian asked.
Zach and Kincaid exchanged another look, then Zach nodded. He was still beet red but apparently, determined to see the confession through. “We’re… seeing each other. Officially.”
“Cheers!” Mitch said, lifting up his beer. “About fucking time. What are you doing about the whole neither of you being submissive and Kincaid not being a masochist?” Zach had finally admitted he had feelings for Kincaid, which seemed like the biggest roadblock ahead of them. Zach was a sadist. Kincaid dominated. While Kincaid could get everything he needed by dominating Zach, and Zach had always been more switchy than dominant, he was still a sadist.
“Keep playing at Stronghold and Marquis,” Kincaid said, smiling at Zach, the look in his eyes almost tender. Damn, that was cute. “There are enough unattached masochists willing to scene without a relationship. Sometimes, we’ll even pair up.”
Oh, now that was interesting. Mitch wondered exactly how that was going to work when Zach definitely had a crush on Amy. Not his business, though. He just hoped it didn’t blow up in their faces.
“Well, ten out of ten would recommend a trip to the movie theater,” Mitch said, giving them a thumbs up. Zach blushed harder, and Kincaid grinned.
“If y’all want to be in public that badly, you could sign up to be one of the stage shows at Marquis.” Brian grinned at their reactions. None of them were against some exhibitionism at the club, but being the center of attention on a stage was a step none of them had taken yet.
“I’m taking Domi to Marquis on Thursday,” Mitch said, his inflection heavy with meaning, before picking up his beer to take a sip.
“Ah, taking her back to where it all started for your third date,” Brian said, his voice going a little higher and taking on a dreamy tone. “Then you’ll take her into one of the back rooms and do filthy, depraved things to her.”
They all cracked up, and Mitch pointed his finger at Brian, winking.
“Exactly.”
Granted, he planned on making it a little more romantic than that. Even though he’d never dated much, he’d watched enough movies and his friends’ relationships to know some of the basics. He’d already talked to Freddy to get it all set up.