groan deep in his throat, he pulled me toward him, my arms going around him. He kissed me like he would devour me whole. He broke away and started kissing a line from my ear down my jaw. He traced his tongue along the curve of my neck, and I shivered. Damn, the guy could kiss. I knew he’d be good at it. A lot better than he had been at thirteen. Was Adam ever bad at anything?
The armrest was in the way. I couldn’t get as close as I wanted to. My head was spinning a bit, but I couldn’t get enough of Adam Ducate. I tried leaning over the armrest, but it pressed painfully into my ribcage. And when Adam bit down on my bottom lip, my insides turned to liquid. I broke away, panting.
“What is it?” Adam asked, out of breath. “If this isn’t what you want—”
I shut him up with my mouth. And then I crawled over the stupid armrest and straddled him in his seat. I ran my hands up through his hair. God, how long had I dreamt of doing that? He tasted like Dots and vodka. I wanted to eat him alive.
I kissed him like he was the air I breathed. I gave his hair a pull, and he moaned. I could feel his erection between my legs, and it was all for me. I did that. There was power in eliciting that kind of reaction from Adam.
He wanted me. I wanted him.
But, should we be doing this?
Stop it! I internally screamed at myself.
My limbs felt heavy, and it was like I was floating on a cloud. Adam ran his hands up the back of my shirt, his fingers brushing bare skin. I trembled as he touched me. It was innocent so far, and I was already on fire. And then it went from PG into R territory. He deftly unhooked my bra, and then his hands found my breasts.
“God, I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he rasped against my mouth. His thumb rubbed circles around my sensitive nub.
“Then don’t stop,” I whispered. That was the only encouragement he needed. He lifted me up enough to unzip my shorts. It was slightly awkward, but he slid them down my legs, dropping them on the theater floor.
“Sit down,” he ordered.
He stood up, placing my ass in the seat. He was still fully dressed, and I was in my T-shirt and underwear with my bra dangling around my middle. I was only thankful I was wearing a cute lacy thong instead of my usual granny panties.
Adam was breathing hard, and he had never looked so gorgeous. He dropped to his knees, barely fitting in the gap between the rows. His face was between my legs. He moved my underwear aside, placing a soft kiss on my core.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured. I was so wet I was practically dripping. I could feel the cool air-conditioned air on my most intimate parts. He slowly removed my panties. “Put your legs on my shoulders, Meg,” he commanded. Under normal circumstances, I would bristle at the authority in his tone. Not this time. I found his demands a turn-on.
I draped my legs on either shoulder and let out a long, guttural moan as I felt his tongue. He licked my clit, suckling, and nibbling. Then his tongue found my center, and it darted inside. I bucked against his mouth, gripping his hair, pulling closer.
“Adam,” I groaned. He wouldn’t stop. He lapped at me. Drinking me in. His tongue was hot and wet as he thrust it inside me. My thighs started to tremble, and I felt the orgasm rip through me with a force that left me a shaky mess.
Adam placed a last kiss on my pussy before coming up on his knees. He lifted my legs from his shoulders, turning his face so he could nuzzle the inside of my thigh before carefully lowering them. He unzipped his shorts and pulled them down over his narrow hips, giving me my first look at his thick, large cock.
Christ, he was huge!
I couldn’t take my eyes off his penis. I reached out and wrapped my hand around its girth, stroking gently. He was heat and steel in my hand. Adam threw his head back as I jacked him off, my thumb rubbing the pre-cum over the head. I wanted to put it in my mouth. I wanted to do for him what he did for me.