London Falling (Falling #2)(54)
“Only way to go wearing jeans, Beauty.” I moved closer toward her body, mashing her breasts against my chest. With a quick movement, I slid my hand under her sweater and palmed a full breast. My thumb swiped the hardening peak in tight circles. She moaned into my neck and tugged on my prick.
She moved in quick, kissing me hard. Her lips warm and moist as she dipped her little tongue in to tangle with mine. She tasted of the coffee she drank after dinner, filling my senses with her cinnamon scent. A pearl of pre-cum leaked out the tip of my cock and she used her thumb to swirl it around the wide crown.
I groaned, my gaze settling on the screen where Julia Roberts’ character had just unzipped Geer’s pants and was tugging them down. There was something immensely erotic about watching a couple have sex while enjoying your own play time.
London pulled away from my lips, breathing hard. She looked at the screen at the exact moment Julia kissed her way down Geer’s abdomen and went to work. With a seductive glint, London had a hand around the base of my cock and her lips swallowing down the crown.
“Christ!” I groaned and she giggled. The sound muffled by my dick.
She lifted and looked around. The other patrons were lost in their own world, nowhere near paying attention to us. Thank God.
“Shhh, if you can’t be quiet, you don’t get to come, got it?” she threatened in a harsh whisper.
My balls tightened and my dick swelled in her hands. Instead of responding, I did what any warm-blooded man about to get sucked off in a movie theater would do. I nodded and kept my trap shut. If we got caught I’d fight the indecent exposure charge gladly.
Her red swollen lips covered my cock as she licked and sucked the head. She alternated her hands at the base, circling, rubbing up and down in time with her suction. I didn’t want to think about how she got to be so good at giving head. That would make me want to beat the hell out of any bastard who had received my Beauty’s affection.
Slowly, she trailed her tongue down one side of my cock then the other. I tunneled my hands into her hair, pulling back the curls so that I could see her take me in her mouth, over and over. Dizzying circles of wetness and heat, coupled by her firm sucking, the same way I sucked her tight pink nipples into my mouth, had me humming deep in my throat.
Her hand slipped down to cup and fondle my balls and as she squeezed, I surged into her mouth, reaching that tight ring of her throat. The pressure was intense, mind-blowing.
She pulled back and I pushed her head back down on my cock, not letting her lips leave without a fight. She went wild, wrapping her lips around my cock and bucking into my leg. I grabbed her hair in a tight fist, instinctively knowing she wanted to be controlled. With my right hand, I reached over and around her bent-over arse. Fuck decency. I pulled up her skirt, baring her to the entire room. Her black thong cut between her cheeks like a roadmap for my fingers. Thank God, we were almost against a wall or someone would be getting a two for one show.
Only I could see the perfect firm globes of her arse as I slid my fingers along the seam backlit by the movie screens soft glow. She moaned around my prick and I tugged on her hair, forcing her to tease the tip of my dick before shoving her down the length again.
I could feel the wetness at my fingertips as I reached around her. When I knew I was hovering just over her sopping *, I tightened my grip and tipped her head back to look in my eyes.
“Suck me, Beauty,” I whispered and pushed her head onto my cock at the same time two of my fingers dipped into her heat. She cried out, the sound muffled around my prick. I thrust my hips into her mouth and my fingers deep into her slit. She rode my fingers and I rode her face. Both of us shivering and jittery with the powerful need to release into one another.
I yanked hard at her core, digging my fingers in to find that spot, the one that made her f*cking scream. When I found it, her entire body, withered, then strung tight like a drum, sucked me firmly to the point of physical pain, ripping my orgasm from me.
I pumped into her, lights flashing behind my eyes as she rode out her own release.
God, she was beautiful, sucking my cock, coming around my fingers, swallowing my cum. With London, sex of any kind was a full-body experience. Once her hips slowed and she’d gotten every last inch of pleasure plucked from her perfect *, I pulled my hand from her and put the coated fingers to my lips. Her eyes widened as I licked and sucked her taste off, groaning at the sheer deliciousness that was this woman. Every f*cking inch of her was decadent. With ease she sucked the last drops from my softening dick and then placed a reverent kiss on the tip.
I cupped her face in both of my hands, overwhelmed with thoughts I couldn’t express. Instead I pulled her into a scorching hot kiss, tasting our sexual essence. It lasted minutes, hours. Fuck, if I knew. The woman had me twisted and needing to be connected to her after giving me the best blow job of my entire life. In a movie theater, for Christ’s sake.
“You make me want to worship at your feet,” I whispered against her cheek.
“I must have been doing something wrong. I figured you’d want me to be the one worshiping at your feet with your cock in my mouth.”
“The things you say you, wicked minx.” She bit her lip and grinned as I gloried in her beauty, sated yet looking forward to more.
We both laughed and finally, the other patrons caught on. A couple of “Get a room,” and “Shut up already,” came from somewhere in the darkened theatre.