in her mouth, throbbing as I came down her throat.
My heart felt like it might beat right out of my chest. I took a few heaving breaths as I came down the other side.
She slid me out of her mouth and lightly swiped her thumb across the corner of her lips.
“Holy shit, Sky, that was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done. Or seen. Or anything.”
Still leaning against the wall, I grabbed her hands to help her to her feet, ready to hug her or kiss her or maybe just rip her pants off and fuck her right here. She bit her lip, a hint of shyness returning to her expression as she stood.
“Did—”
Whatever she was about to say died on her lips and her eyes went wide.
I’d heard it too.
Someone was coming up the stairs.
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Skylar
My eyes widened and my heart skipped. Someone was coming.
Oh my god, I’d just given Gavin Bailey a blow job in the projector room at a drive-in, and someone was coming up the stairs.
Gavin’s dick was hanging out of his pants, still semi-hard, which was kind of blowing my mind. But this wasn’t the time to contemplate how quickly he could be ready for round two after an orgasm. We were about to get caught.
“Your pants,” I hissed, lunging at him to put his dick away.
“I got it.” He tucked himself back in his jeans, then buttoned and zipped them.
“What do we do?”
“I’ll think of something.”
More steps outside.
“Is there a window?” I asked, feeling frantic.
He looked down at his cast. “Um.”
“Right. Oh my god.”
The door opened and a guy wearing a sweatshirt and jeans stopped dead in his tracks. “Who are you?”
Gavin tugged on the bill of his baseball cap. And then the weirdest thing happened. I started talking.
“I’m so sorry. My date was playing a little trick on me. He said the bathroom was up here and I was silly enough to fall for it. Maybe I shouldn’t have had that second glass of wine with dinner.”
“Oh.” He looked me up and down like he was confused, which was completely understandable. It wasn’t exactly a good cover story. “Well, you guys aren’t supposed to be up here.”
“Yeah, of course. Sorry about that.” I pressed my lips closed before I kept going and awkwardly blurted out that this had been a great place for a spontaneous blow job.
Spontaneous blow job? Since when did I give spontaneous blow jobs?
Although, my god, it had been exhilarating.
Gavin gestured for me to go ahead and the guy moved out of our way. I quickly went down the stairs, practically holding my breath, wondering if he was going to recognize Gavin. But all I heard was the click of Gavin’s crutches as he came down behind me.
I got outside and paused just long enough for Gavin to catch up. He kept our pace much slower than I wanted—I was ready to bolt for the hole in the fence.
“Stay with me,” he said. “Remember, we belong here. We’re going over there, no big deal.”
My heart raced as we wandered away from the concession stand, like we didn’t have a care in the world. When we got out of the circle of light, he picked up the pace. A minute later, we were scrambling through the hole in the fence, tasting sweet freedom on the other side.
I got out my phone to use as a light again and we found our way back to Gavin’s truck. I wasn’t going to feel safe until I was inside, so I rushed around to the passenger side and got in.
Gavin hoisted his crutches behind the seat and climbed inside, then shut the door.
“Oh my god,” I said, holding my hands to my chest. “I can’t believe we did that.”
“I can’t believe you did that.”
He didn’t mean breaking in to the projection room, and I knew it. I didn’t blame him. I couldn’t believe I’d done that either.
Then again, maybe I could.
Gavin Bailey scared me. But he also made me feel brave.
I shifted toward him. “I know that was a little bit crazy.”
“I like you a little bit crazy.”
The way he stared at me, his brown eyes smoldering, made the pressure between my legs grow. I was already keyed up from giving him that blow job. It had been reckless and scary and so freaking hot. I wanted more.
I wanted him. And I wanted him now.
He slammed his seat backward as far as it would go, then grabbed me, manhandling me onto his lap. My legs