“I mean, I can always make you a new list.” She winks. “A naughtier one.”
I close my eyes momentarily, trying to keep myself from reacting.
Yeah, taking this from friendship to relationship is definitely something I could never get over or regret.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Rocky
“I COME IN PEACE,” Maverick shouts from the other side of the theatre.
I lower into my seat and try not to laugh. Last time he did this, I was the only person here. This time, we have company. They’re sitting up near the front, but still, company. I shake my head as he walks down the row and reaches me.
“You’re too loud for the theatre,” I whisper as he sits down beside me.
“I thought about renting out a theatre for just the two of us.” He leans in and kisses me. “But I know how important it is for you to watch the previews and I don’t want to be a distraction.”
I roll my eyes. “A little late for that.”
“Is it?” He raises an eyebrow. The lights dim. He leans in and whispers, “Why don’t you come and sit on my lap?”
I raise an eyebrow. I’m wearing a plaid yellow and black skirt and crop top. It was another option for a Halloween costume, but I didn’t use it and then I decided I didn’t care if Halloween was over, I was still going to dress like Dionne. I set my popcorn down, stand up, walk between his legs, shutting my eyes and inhaling when his hands grip the back of my thighs and make their way up underneath my skirt.
“Fuck, Rocky, you’re going to kill me with this,” he whispers.
“Shh,” I taunt quietly, but it doesn’t matter, the previews are loud and the people up front are too far to hear us. I hope. I take a step back as he spreads my legs and guides me onto his lap, one hand on my waist, the other underneath my skirt, toying with the string hiding between my ass cheeks. He brings his lips to the side of my neck, licking, kissing, as he continues to move his fingers up and down the string, the front of my panties digging into my folds with each motion. I feel my breathing quicken.
“You like this, baby?” he whispers hotly in my ear. “You like when I play with your pussy like this? What if we get caught?”
For some reason, his words make me hungrier for him, and when his fingers begin stroking along my folds, outside of my panties and he groans against my ear, commenting on how wet I am, my body reacts. I start to move against his fingers with ease, gliding, and he lets me. He gives me full control of the pace. He bites down on my shoulder blade and I gasp, back arching, moving faster in search of release. I find it quickly, and just as I’m coming down from the orgasm, he tugs on my clit. A simple tug, torture, and I want more. I need more. He continues kissing my neck and makes his way up to the shell of my ear as his other hand leaves my waist and sneaks underneath my shirt and bra, cupping my breast, pinching my pert nipple.
“It’s too much,” I whisper. “I need you inside me.”
“Hm.” He moves a hand from underneath my skirt and adjusts himself underneath me.
I feel his cock on my lower back, straining against us, and I pick myself up from his lap just to give me enough room to grab it and guide it inside of me. It hurts. It always does. I’m so wet, but he’s so big, and settling over him makes me feel so full. My arms shake on the armrest on either side of us as I pull myself up and back down.
“Fuck, baby. Just like that,” he says into my ear. “Ride me just like that.”
His hands go back to my waist, helping me do just that. My knees begin to buckle as he thrusts deep inside me, the wave of the impending orgasm washing through me all at once. I put a hand over my mouth so that I don’t scream. I value this movie theatre too much to get kicked out forever. Yet, when his cock swells inside me and he rocks against me hard and fast, making my eyes roll to the back of my head, I can’t find it in me to care about the consequences.
“The movie was good.” Maverick shoots me a grin, reaching for my hand as we walk out of the theatre two hours later.
“You’re unbelievable.” I shake my head.
“I’m so glad you think so.” He winks. I laugh. This guy. My phone vibrates and I answer my parents’ call.
“So?” Mom asks. “Good, right?”
“It was good.”
“It was great,” Maverick adds beside me.