His Sugar Baby(61)

“Pretend that we’re back in high school. I’ll let you get to first base.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, maybe even second.” Winter leaned over the armrest to kiss him. She closed her eyes when his mouth fitted to hers. They took their time to taste and linger, licking the salt and butter from one another.

Michael slid his hands up under her snuggly sweater. Winter held her breath. She was braless, and as his hands slid over her bare breasts, he growled low in his throat. Winter laughed quietly. His warm palms fondled her, and her insides began to melt. He kissed her openmouthed, greedily.

Winter grazed her fingertips over the zipper of Michael’s jeans, where there was a telltale bulge. At her touch, his shaft jerked under the denim. Obviously, she wasn’t the only one who wasn’t interested in the explosions on the screen. She rounded her palm and squeezed slowly. Michael grunted, his warm breath exhaling into her mouth.

Michael let go of her long enough to push up the armrest that separated their seats. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders to pull her closer. He flipped the button of his waistband and dragged down the zipper to give her access to him.

Winter slipped her hand inside the gap and felt the hot, hard flesh. He had nothing on under the jeans. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and pulled it out. He hissed a breath when she gently thumbed the moistening tip of the broad head. She could feel the plane of his body stiffen.

Michael hooked his hand under her knee and lifted her leg over his denim-covered thigh. He slid one hand under the waist of her loose sweatpants and skimmed across her quivering belly, heading south. His warm hand froze when his explorations discovered that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Then his nimble fingers slid between her curls, boldly flirting and teasing her sex. Dampness centered between her thighs.

Winter squeezed her eyes shut, drawing in a slow deep breath. This was what she craved. She opened her eyes to pretend to watch the movie, but her full concentration was on the sensations she was feeling, how her body was tensing and responding.

Releasing him, she stretched and swept her hand through the greasy interior of the popcorn bucket. When she encircled his thick cock again, her fingers were slick and slid easily along his flesh. His cock thickened and lengthened as she stroked.

When Michael penetrated her first with one finger, then two, she parted her thighs wider and slid farther down in the seat. His digits moved steadily in and out. She caught her breath at the exquisite sensations.

The film moved swiftly with predictable action. Carnage and booming explosions and gunshots erupted on the screen, filling the theater with bursts of lights and deafening noise. Silently, they fondled each other. Not once did they look at one another, but stared at the screen.





Michael rhythmically worked her with his fingers, his thumb rotating and pressing on her tight bud. Little pants began to escape her lips. Breathing harshly himself, he pulled her hand away from his engorged cock. He was afraid that he was going to explode. He suddenly felt the tightening shivers in her body. Her inner muscles clenched on his fingers. He let go of her wrist and grabbed her chin, turning her to him. Her lips were parting. He thrust his tongue into her mouth as she came. Through her silent shudders, he continued to thrust with his fingers while his tongue stroked a matching rhythm into her mouth. When her orgasm was over, he eased his wet fingers out. He kissed her openmouthed again, deeply. He was rock-hard, but he felt an incredible satisfaction that he had brought her to completion.

Winter pulled out of his embrace, slipping her leg off his. She shifted, turning in the seat, and went down on his naked cock. Her hot open mouth enveloped him. He bit off a curse. His butt involuntarily came up off of the seat cushion, but she rode him back down. She slid up and down his pulsing length, tonguing the swollen head. One of her hands squeezed the base of the shaft, before sliding underneath to pull and stretch his tight testicles.

Michael uttered a low guttural growl. He wound his fingers through the long strands of her curly hair to catch it back from her face. Through narrow-lidded eyes, he watched her work on him in the near-black theater. His mind was nearly blank, the burst of light finally firing behind his eyeballs more brilliant than the explosions that rocked the screen. His jerking cock jetted hotly down her throat.

Afterward, his head felt too heavy to hold up, and Michael dropped his skull against the padded back of the seat. His heart was thudding wildly in his chest. Beside him, Winter sat up and settled back in her seat. She wiped the sleeve of her sweater over her lips. Michael groped for her hand and entwined his fingers with hers. He tried twice before he found his voice. “I don’t remember making out in high school being that good.” Her breathy laugh tickled his cheek.

The screen action was still hot-paced. Michael and Winter slumped against each other, shoulder to shoulder. They rested without feeling the need to talk. Heartbeats steadied, and their bodies gradually cooled. Before the movie credits finished rolling, they adjusted their clothes. Winter slipped on a quilted jacket over her sweater. Michael carefully eased up his zipper, mindful not to catch tender flesh.

Michael turned his head to look at the incredible woman sitting beside him. He lifted his hand and gently pushed an errant curl behind her ear. She smiled at him, a little wickedly, and his heart did a queer flip-flop.

When the lights came back on, he offered his hand to her and helped her to her feet. They made their way out of the aisle and walked down the carpeted steps, trailing behind the other moviegoers. Walking hand in hand, appearing the very picture of a committed couple, Winter and Michael left the movie theater.