Big Bad Boys A Romance Collection - Penny Wylder Page 0,243

shiver races down my spine at the sound of his voice, low and sexy as hell. I lean back against him and his chest vibrates against my back when he speaks.

“I’m going to have to relieve you of it.”

“What a shame,” I manage to breathe. Then I arch my hips enough to allow him access to hook his fingers through my thong and tug it down. He pulls it all the way down to my knees and leaves it dangling there, as his hands slide back up to my thighs. He traces the edges of my pussy, along my mound, down my thighs, not quite touching me yet. All the while I can feel his cock digging into my ass, straining against the clasp of his jeans.

He arches his back, and I lean down against him, circling my hips, grinding myself shamelessly against his thick cock.

“Hungry for me?” he asks. My belly tightens.

“Always.”

He dips one finger between my legs and traces my pussy lips lightly. “Mm, I can tell.” He pushes gently against my lips until they part, and his finger slides between them, along my slit. “I love how wet you get for me, Clove.”

“You always make me wet.” I glance over my shoulder at him and circle my hips again for emphasis. “Just like I always make you hard.”

“As a rock,” he agrees.

I reach beneath me to fumble for his pants clasp. Find the button of his jeans and start to undo it without looking.

He catches my wrist with his other hand. “Ah ah. That’s my job.” He nods forward. “You focus on not giving us away,” he says, and with a start, I realize I’ve forgotten where we are. That we’re in public, just a few feet away from other people.

I face front again and suck in a deep breath, trying to concentrate. That gets harder when I feel him unzip his jeans and push them down his legs, his boxers going too, until I can feel his smooth, steel-hard cock bare against my ass.

“Zayne… Is this a good idea?” I whisper.

In response, he grips my hips and positions me above him. His cock lays along the length of my slit now, just between my lips. He’ll have to angle himself to thrust into me, but already I can feel him pulsing with lust, and my pussy tightening in response. Fuck. I can’t say no, not now. I want him too much. I always want him, no matter where we are, but here…

I cast another worried look around the theater. Fuck. We’re so exposed. If anyone looks back…

But there’s something hot about that. About being so exposed, so vulnerable. So close to other people in public…

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just got wetter,” Zayne murmurs in my ear.

I cast him a sharp glare over my shoulder. “Well someone is torturing me.”

“Torturing you, hmm? That sounds terrible.”

I swallow with difficulty. “Maybe.”

“I see. Is this terrible, then?” He pushes me up off his lap a little, angles his hips and reaches down with one hand to position himself, so the tip of his cock is between my pussy lips, poised at my entrance. One small thrust up and he’ll be inside me. Hell, if I just sit back against him, it’ll force him into me. I start to lean back, but he stops me, one hand around my waist, the other on my ass, suspending me above him.

“Very terrible,” I answer, my voice twisted with frustration.

“What’s so terrible about it exactly?”

“The teasing,” I hiss back almost immediately.

“Ah. So you don’t want me to fuck you right here in public, is that it?”

“I… That…” I clamp my mouth shut, annoyed. Because of course, now I want him to. Damn him.

“I could stop.” He eases back into his seat, drawing his cock away from me.

“No, don’t,” I gasp, almost too loud. Someone in the front row turns their head a little, glances over their shoulder. Not long enough to realize I’m out of my seat, sharing a seat with someone else. Just enough to express their annoyance.

Shit.

I’m going to have to be a lot quieter.

“I take it you do want to be fucked right here, then. Like the dirty girl you are. With all these nice people watching…” He drags his cock along the length of my slit, back and forth, his head between my lips, so I can feel him getting wet and slick with my juices.

“Yes,” I breathe, making sure to keep my voice lower this