Suddenly his hand was gone and she felt his fingers near her ear.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“Exposing your ear,” he replied very quietly. He pushed the edge of the wig over the top of her ear.
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to talk dirty to you,” he said very quietly right next to her ear.
Excitement jolted through her, sending shivers of sensation rippling through her body.
He cupped her sex through her jeans. Gia went dry mouthed as she stared blindly at the screen, and he moved his hand in a subtle circular motion, stimulating her. Gia bit her lip. It felt very good.
“Unfasten your jeans,” he breathed out near her ear.
She glanced over at him. She could see the determined gleam of his eyes in the flickering shadow. “Are you sure it’s okay?”
“No one can see us. I want your pussy.
Now. You’ll have to keep very quiet.”
His incendiary words thundered in her consciousness.
Keep quiet? Given what Seth typically did to her? She hadn’t realized she could be so noisy in bed until Seth had made love to her.
He removed his warm hand from between her thighs. She missed his touch. She glanced aside anxiously to make sure no one had walked into the theater. The aisles on both sides were empty, the row of seats shadowed and dark, and the other movie watchers were far away. The risk was worth it . . . to her it was. But that didn’t mean her heartbeat didn’t start to slam in her ears.
She unfastened her button fly. Seth immediately sank his left hand into the opening and beneath her underwear. His gaze remained on the screen as he moved his fingertips deftly against her outer sex, parting her labia.
At first, it felt like he was tickling her eager, sensitive flesh. His touch was dead-on, but he kept it light, building the burn in her until she squirmed in her seat. She placed her hands on the chair arms and subtly bucked her hips against the pressure of his hand.
He lowered his mouth near her ear.
“Do you need it harder?”
“Yes,” she whispered emphatically. She turned to him, blindly seeking his mouth with her own.
He backed up slightly. “No. Don’t tempt me.”
Gia suppressed a sound of frustration. She understood. He would ruin her lip makeup if they started kissing. Besides, if someone looked back, they’d see them making out. They couldn’t see what Seth was doing to her below the seats. Lots of people made out in movie theaters, but Gia wasn’t so sure of how fond Prairie Lakes would be of two males doing it in the local theater.
“Slouch down in your seat some and spread your thighs,” he said into her ear. She did as he directed. There was a chase scene going on in the movie. Not that she cared. She lowered in the seat and opened her legs, giving Seth more access. He palmed her outer sex, his fingertips rubbing her entrance teasingly. He pressed the round stone of his ring between her labia and began to rub her clit in a subtle circular motion, occasionally pressing it like a little button. For the next several minutes, she just slouched there, tense as a coiled spring, staring straight ahead with glazed eyes as he played with her and whispered illicit things in her ear, and she burned.
“You’re so fucking creamy. Your pussy kills me,” he whispered hoarsely, his mouth caressing her ear as he spoke. Gia realized muzzily that he’d turned her ear into a sex organ, exposing it the way he had. He was a precise devil when it came to sex. He stirred his hand a little more forcefully and the sound of him moving in her wet flesh reached her ears, highly charged and erotic. “Do you hear that? You’re so warm and wet. I wish I could slid my cock into that tight little pussy.”
His dirty talk sent her over the edge.
“Seth—”
“Come against my hand,” he demanded, intuiting what she was about to say.
She bit her lip and began to climax. The need to be silent—the entire situation—seemed to make her orgasm all that much more tense and forbidden. Delicious.
“That’s right,” he hissed as she shuddered. He used his other hand to move her right knee toward him, parting her wider. He removed the hand with the ring and shoved his other hand down her pants. He thrust a finger into her slit. She didn’t succeed in silencing her cry entirely this time as her orgasm ratcheted up momentarily. Fortunately, her low bleat of excitement was lost in the swelling music on the screen. She was slouched very low in the seat now. The chair in front of her was obscuring half the screen. Instead of giving her a post-climactic break, Seth began to power his finger in and out of her, his actions deliberate and forceful. Again, the sounds of him moving in her wet pussy reached her ears, not loud enough to carry far, but electrical in their impact.
He dipped his head.
“I can smell you. You’re so sweet,” he grated out. He pushed another finger into her. Her face tightened in pleasure as he finger-fucked her, and his thumb began to rub her clit. Her body tensed. She shouldn’t be doing this. This was getting out of hand.