count of how many times he makes me drop the handful of popcorn I’ve gripped, simply because I can’t help the small startled reaction that still races through me whenever our bare skin brushes. A spark of ignition that’s impossible to ignore.
The movie starts out with an explosion, and only gets louder from there. Turns out it’s one of those comedy-action movies, but not a funny one. After the fourth joke falls flat, Zayne takes to whispering better versions of the lines in my ear. I have to fight cracking up and turning heads across the theater—although, admittedly, there aren’t even too many heads to turn.
“Not your thing, huh?” I ask him with a smirk as he makes fun of the sixth line in a row.
“Are you kidding? I love shitty movies. The worse the better.”
We trade favorite un-recommendations for the next few scenes, but by then, it’s become clear that this movie is just ridiculous.
“Not even MST3k could save this,” I mutter, and Zayne lights up, squeezing my leg.
“You watch that too? I loved that show.”
“Wow, nerd.” I smirk at him.
“You’re one to talk,” he counters.
“Me? I am innately cool.”
“Don’t you work in a publishing house? Pretty sure all publishers have to be nerds. It’s in the job requirement right?”
“Only book nerds though. Not TV show nerds.” I roll my eyes.
“Is that worse?”
“You tell me,” I counter. “You’re the nerd expert here.”
“Tell me, Clove.” His fingers track up my thigh, moving slowly, like he’s turned his hand into a spider and he’s crawling it up the rain spout. His fingers dance closer and closer to my hips. “Would a nerd be able to make you come as many times as I made you scream my name last weekend?”
I can feel my cheeks flush in the dark of the theater. “Maybe. I don’t know. I haven’t really tested nerd versus non-nerd’s abilities in the bedroom.”
“I see. So I haven’t fucked you enough times yet, is what I’m hearing.”
I swallow hard. “Well. That’s one way of interpreting that.”
His hand slides along the crease of my thigh, right where it meets my hip. His fingers delve between my legs, pressing hard against the tight fabric of my pencil skirt. I wore this skirt specifically to avoid any sexual attention, but right now, it’s taking all of my self restraint not to tear it off. “I like my interpretation.” He leans in to brush his lips against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “It gives me a good excuse to fuck you again.”
With that, he pushes up the arm of the seat between us. I barely have time to react before he’s grabbing me with both hands, his fingers clamped around my hipbones. He pulls me across the seats and settles me in his lap. I can already feel the hard press of his cock against my ass, through the fabric of his jeans and my tight skirt.
“We’re in public,” I hiss over my shoulder.
“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.”
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