I rested my elbows against the island. I peered down at him. His warm breath against my wet pussy caused me to shake with anticipation.
He flicked his tongue against my clit. My body shuddered. He did it again. He slid a finger inside me. A few gentle strokes followed. He added another finger.
He gripped my ass firmly in his hands and pressed his mouth against my throbbing pussy. I bucked my hips against his face, maintaining perfect timing with flicks of his tongue.
Flick, flick, suck.
Flick, flick, suck.
Flick, flick, suck.
The man was focused. His determination was undeniable. I shook like a silenced cell phone as he continued to tongue his way into my heart.
My body tensed. I pawed at the cold marble surface. Nearly frantic, I reached for his head. After receiving no opposition, I began fucking his mouth. He responded by sucking my clit like a man who’d received formal training on the subject.
Seconds later, a paralyzing orgasm rendered me incapable of doing anything but mindlessly staring at the ceiling while I climaxed all over his freshly shaven face.
A hint of Devin’s cologne, fresh garlic, and the aroma of sex melded together. The combined scents, the earth-shattering orgasm, and my eager anticipation of the night’s future events turned my brain to mush.
He kissed my inner thighs and then stood.
I tilted my head to the side.
Wearing a smirk, he met my glassy-eyed gaze. He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. “You ready to go?”
He’d sucked me stupid. I doubted I could remember how to walk, let alone drive. Nevertheless, forfeiting my plans for the night wasn’t an option.
“If you’re ready to carry me,” I said, “I’m ready to go.”
We took our assigned seats in the front of the theater, three rows from the screen. Devin surveyed the handful of empty seats behind us and then looked at me.
“Why the fuck are we sitting way up here?” he whispered. “There are a few seats back there.”
“When I looked online, it showed all those as sold.”
“Rich bastards in this town buy all these seats and then never show up,” he complained. “I swear.”
“These seats will be fine,” I whispered.
We sat side by side in the center of the aisle. The three narrow rows of seats were three steps down the stairway from the much wider rows behind us. Segregated from the rest of the moviegoers at a movie that was beginning to lose its lure, we had our own private section, of sorts.
Following the previews, the movie began. A few scenes into the show, a foul-mouthed British man was racing against many other similar cars on a racetrack that appeared to be in the desert. Everyone in attendance, including Devin, had their eyes glued to the screen. My interest wasn’t in the movie, nor would it be.
I tapped my finger against Devin’s thigh.
He glanced at me. His eyes quickly shot back to the racing scene. “What?” he asked over the sound of the speeding cars.
“Take off your pants,” I said. “And your boxers.”
He gave me a look. “What the fuck for?”
“Sex on demand,” I replied, trying not to smile.
His eyes darted to the massive screen. He chuckled.
“I’m serious,” I said. “You lost the bet. I’m demanding it.”
He glanced behind him. “There’s a hundred people back there.” He looked at me. “A hundred people with an average age of seventy.”
“On demand,” I said, wagging my finger toward his crotch. “Take ’em off.”
He studied me for a long moment before complying with my request. He mumbled protests under his breath as he removed each article of clothing.
Uncertain if his complaining was driven by a reluctance to perform in front of a theater full of elderly onlookers or the fact that he was going to miss a good part of the movie, I offered a less than heartfelt apology.
“We can come back and see the movie later,” I whispered. “But this is happening, boss.”
“Just remember,” he said, tossing his boxer shorts into the empty seat at his side. “You asked for it.”
I gripped his semi-flaccid cock in my hand and gave it a few strokes. “Are you going to be able to perform, or am I going to have to make do with this noodle?”
“It’s hard to focus,” he complained. “There’s a lot going on in here.” He nodded toward my purse. “You got any lotion in there?”
“I don’t need lotion,” I replied in braggadocian fashion.
I buried my face in his lap and sucked him into a rock-hard state. Satisfied that we were both prepped and ready, I raised my head and wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. I surveyed the theater. All eyes appeared to be fixed on the movie.
Facing the screen, I climbed on Devin’s lap and lowered myself onto his stiff dick. Once his length was buried deep inside me, I glanced over my shoulder.
“I’m going to ride you like a stolen bike,” I bragged.
I gripped the back of the seat in front of me and braced myself. I gyrated my hips with the timing and precision of a dancer. Working my pussy up and down the full length of Devin’s rigid shaft, I took deliberate strokes. It was the first time we’d had sex that I was in charge of the operation.
It felt magnificent.
If it was the excitement of having sex in a full theater or that I was riding him in my favorite position, I didn’t know, but sixty seconds into the act, I was on the verge of a sexual meltdown. I slowed my pace, but it provided little relief from the euphoria that was building within me.
I accepted my sexual fate and continued at a predictable pace. Just this once it was going to be about me, not Devin. I didn’t care if I needed to give him a hand job when I was done, I fully intended to get what was rightfully mine without apology, explanation, or reservation.
Four carefully timed strokes later, the end was imminent. Knowing the next stroke would certainly be my last, I drew a shallow breath. I slowly lowered myself the length of his shaft. As each swollen inch of his girth penetrated me, my vaginal walls contracted a little more.
At the instant the tip of his dick pressed against my cervix, my pussy clenched his swollen cock like a vise. As I relished in the orgasm that began to take possession of my very being, Devin’s finger found its way into my ass.
I hadn’t expected it, nor was it something I would have asked for in my wildest dreams. Nevertheless, the insertion of that single digit not only took me by surprise, but it also sent me through the climactic roof like a Saturn-bound sex rocket.
Incapable of suppressing my pleasure, I wailed out my satisfaction in the form of a blood-curdling carnal scream. At the same instant, the scene on the screen changed from a hundred-decibel auto race to a quiet office setting.
If the people in attendance weren’t aware of what we were doing prior to my outburst, they were afterward. Claiming it was anything other than sexual wasn’t a remote possibility. Embarrassed, exhausted, and satisfied beyond words, I hid between Devin and the seat in front of him.
“Jesus, Teddi,” he complained. “Make it obvious.”
I withered into his lap. “Sorry.”
I took my seat and watched the remainder of the two-and-a-half-hour-long movie. When it ended, we waited for the theater to empty and then rose from our seats.