Fuck.
Here?
My skin flushed as my heart started to speed up, hot blood traveling worryingly south. I shifted, covering her wandering hand with mine and placing hers on her own thigh.
She licked my neck and I stiffened. “Callie.”
At my pleading tone, I heard her soft chuckle, and she relaxed back into her seat, attention fixed firmly on the stage.
Minx.
I waited until she was engrossed in the play again, and then I placed my hand on her bare knee.
She tensed, and I could practically hear her holding her breath. The audience suddenly tittered with laughter at something the actor on stage said, and I used that moment to slide my hand up her thigh, under her skirt.
Callie didn’t stop me.
I kept my gaze on the stage, pretending to pay attention to the play while slipping my fingers beneath her knickers. She lifted her hips ever so slightly, and I pushed inside her wet heat. Always ready for me.
My cock was stiff against the zipper of my suit trousers, but I honestly couldn’t give a fuck. A red haze had crashed over me, and all I could think about was how she felt at my fingertips. Not wanting to make too much movement, I shifted my attention to her swollen clit and fondled her in the dark. It wasn’t the most comfortable angle for me but it was worth it.
I heard her breath catch and glanced down at her. Her lips were parted, her chest moving up and down in quick, shallow breaths she was trying her best to conceal. She was so sexy, there was a wild, lost part of me that wanted to fuck her right there and then.
Instead, I forced myself to stare forward as I kept tormenting her. Her clit was swelling, and I knew she was close when she suddenly grabbed my wrist in a panic. At first, I thought she wanted me to stop, but she pulled me closer.
My insatiable, kinky Callie. That’s what I’d call her from now on.
Unable to stop myself, I turned to watch her as she climaxed. It happened as the audience clapped in delight at something. Callie’s nostrils flared, she bit her lip, and her body shuddered with keeping her climax quiet as she came on my fingers.
The woman next to me shot us a bemused look, as if she knew something was up.
And something definitely was. I was hard as a rock.
Leaning over, I brushed Callie’s ear with my mouth and smirked as she shivered. “Can we leave?”
She nodded, and we quickly gathered our things. I was never so grateful for aisle seats. We pushed into the empty corridor outside the theater and Callie glanced at my crotch. Her eyes lit with delight. “I can’t believe you did that.”
“You liked it.” I grabbed her hand, willing my erection to go away.
Walker and ice-cold showers.
Worked like a treat every time.
“I did.” Her grip on my hand tightened. “We should have sex in public.”
A man we passed in the lobby heard and raised his eyebrows. I chuckled. “Say that louder for the folks in the back.”
Callie laughed. “Sorry. But we should.”
“Where did you have in mind?”
She seemed to give this serious consideration. “When we get back to Ardnoch, let’s drive to that wee beach car park and go at it in the car.”
“You’re so romantic. I feel so lucky,” I teased dryly.
Giggling happily, she tugged on my hand, pulling me out of the theater. “Hurry up, because you’re about to get luckier.”
Thirty-Four
