He was right.
I happened to look down at that moment and noticed that he looked like he was packing a snake in his trousers. “Oh, my God. Are you hard?”
“Yes.”
“How can you have gotten an erection when we were in the middle of a serious conversation?”
“Do you really have to ask that? When am I not hard around you?” He pointed to his skull. “I’ve been talking to you with this head. My other one downstairs has a mind of its own.”
“Too bad you’re not really Jay,” I joked.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, if that relationship were real, we would’ve been dating for a while by now. We’d probably be home participating in all the things you are imagining at the moment,” I teased.
“That’s just cruel. I already hate that guy enough as it is.” He placed his hand around the back of my head and brought my face into his, speaking over my mouth. “Let me ask you this. What can I get away with tonight?”
“Well, I don’t trust myself to be alone with your ‘beautiful cock,’ so we’re not going back to your place or mine.”
“Okay…so then where can I have my limited way with you?”
“Honestly, the only place I’d probably trust myself to let you touch me is a crowded theater. At least there, I would know it could only go so far with other people around.”
Without hesitation, he called the driver. “Sam, head to the Lincoln Square Loews Cinema.”
Perfect. The entire back row was empty. We’d gotten here so late that all of the good movies were sold out, but it didn’t matter. I wasn’t here for the show.
When the lights dimmed, I placed my hand on Bianca’s knee. We at least attempted to watch the very beginning of the movie—some bank heist comedy.
A few minutes into it, she turned her head toward me. Bianca was looking at me when she should have been watching the movie, and I knew that was my signal; she was giving me silent permission to start what she knew I’d come here for.
I felt like a teenager, so excited about the prospect of feeling her up for the first time. Turning my body toward her in my seat, I held the back of her head as I brought her lips to mine and growled into her mouth as I began to kiss her hungrily. There was something wildly erotic about testing the limits in a crowded theater. Having the back row to ourselves was the best of both worlds; no one was looking, but you still got the thrill of doing something naughty in a public place.
With each lick of my tongue against hers, I wanted more. My hand slid up her thigh and under her dress until it landed on the elastic of her underwear. Her hips wriggled beneath my hand as I slipped my finger underneath. Her panties were drenched; she was so aroused, and it made me wonder if she’d been like that all night.
I closed my eyes in euphoria as I pushed my index and middle fingers in and out of her wet pussy. It was all too easy to imagine what it would feel like wrapped around my painfully hard cock. I knew without a doubt I couldn’t go much longer without knowing what that felt like.
I yearned to suck on her breasts but her dress wouldn’t allow me access without unzipping it from the back. Instead, I lowered my mouth to devour them through the fabric before kissing my way back to her mouth again.
I whispered in her ear, “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“I’d let you if we weren’t here. That’s why we are here.”
“I know.”
She ran her fingers through my hair as she kissed me harder. I continued to finger fuck her while massaging her clit with my thumb. When she tightened repeatedly against my hand, I knew she was coming. It hadn’t taken much.
There was nothing sexier than watching her scream out in silence as she climaxed. I couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like when she came with me inside her in the privacy of my bedroom.
When she stopped moving, I slipped my finger out and took it into my mouth, savoring every bit of her taste.
She placed her hand on my erection and whispered in my ear, “If we had something to cover us, I’d return the favor.”
That was the moment I knew a garment of clothing was about to be sacrificed.
I took off my jacket and covered myself. Her hand slipped underneath and worked to unzip my pants. My engorged cock sprung free and Bianca began to jerk it slowly. Relaxing my head back, I wondered how the hell I was going to manage this quietly when it felt better than anything I could remember aside from what I’d just done to her moments ago.
I just about lost it when she licked her palm before repositioning it around my dick. She pumped harder and within seconds, I came in her hand until my limp body collapsed back into the seat. Her wet hand totally undid me.
Bianca smiled impishly as I used my designer jacket to discreetly clean up my load. I hadn’t pulled this shit since the early years of high school.
“I won’t be taking this to the cleaners.”
“I hope that wasn’t your favorite suit jacket.”
“It only cost two thousand dollars. But that hand job was worth more.”
“I didn’t realize it was that expensive. I should have just used my mouth.”
“You are evil, Georgy Girl,” I said before smashing my lips against hers.
“When will I see you again?” We were in the back of my Town Car and almost to her building. I didn’t care that I sounded desperate, and I’d asked her the same exact question just the other day. The ball was in her court—why pretend it wasn’t?
“Well, tomorrow night I have a work thing. I won’t be home until pretty late.”
“That work thing isn’t Eamon, is it?”
She smiled. “No. But if it was, it would be work, not a date. I wouldn’t disguise a date as a work thing.”
Our fingers were entwined as we sat side by side. “I hope you mean that you wouldn’t disguise a date because you aren’t planning on having any. Outside of me, that is.”
She bumped her shoulder to mine. “Is that your way of asking me to be exclusive with you?”
“I expect if I’m not fucking you, no one else will be inside you either.”
“You’re so crass.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. But can you really tell me the thought of my cock in another woman sits right with you?”
“No. It definitely doesn’t.”
“Then it’s settled. My cock will continue his relationship with only my hand until such time as your pussy decides to put it out of its misery.”
She laughed. “You’re so romantic.”
We pulled up at the curb outside of her building, and I made no attempt to open the door. “I’m not letting you out of this car until you tell me when I’ll see you again.”
“How about the day after tomorrow? Thursday.”
“I have a dinner meeting up in Boston.”
“Well, Friday I have dinner plans with my mom at her house. She’s watching my two nieces overnight so my sister and her husband can have a date night out and the house to themselves after. But you’re more than welcome to come, if you want.”