Her hair smells amazing. She uses some kind of fruity shampoo, I think. My shirt smelled like it when she brought it back, too. I’d never tell her this, but I haven’t washed it yet. I put it on my pillow last night and drank in that fruity scent as I went to sleep.
Probably shouldn’t tell her that. That’s, like, Creeper Level One Thousand.
The movie starts out innocent enough. A group of teenagers in a small New England town—Why is it always in New England?—finding out about some gruesome murders in the town’s past. Cue the modern-day copycat murders, with the teens falling one by one. I’m loving the cinematography and the general spooky factor, and I’m definitely loving Iris clinging to my shirt, burying her face in it when the scenes get too scary for her. I tighten my arm around her and rub her shoulder, and she peeks up at me with a shy smile.
This.Thisis what I had been missing with Lisa gone. I’d been missing the closeness, the affection. I hadn’t realized how much I’d been craving it until Iris and I got close yesterday while watching the movie with Hailey.
The killer strikes with his knife, and Iris squeals. I put my other arm around her, too, hugging her close and stroking her cheek.
Finally, there’s another quiet moment, a calm before the theatrical storm, and she pushes back a bit. Pity. I look down at her angelic face, at the flush of fear, and I brush my thumb over her lips.
“If it’s too much for you, we can leave,” I whisper. The cuddling is fun, but I don’t want her traumatized.
She smiles and turns to kiss my palm. “It’s okay. I can make it to the credits.”
Okay, how did she make kissing my hand into something sexual? I shift my hips in my seat to try to hide the boner I’m sporting. It’s not terribly comfortable in these tight jeans, either.
Iris’s hand drifts higher up my thigh, and the jeans get tighter. “Iris …”
“Shh. Just enjoy the movie.”
Her fingers tug at my zipper, and I lose all focus on the screen.
Chapter 8
Iris
Who is this ballsy girl, and when did I become her? Even before tonight, I’ve never been the type to give head in a dark theater. Still, being this close to Micah is driving me crazy, and I need something to distract myself from the screen.
I don’t like horror movies. They’re bloody and creepy and scary and gross, but something in me wanted the chance to jump all over Micah in a socially acceptable situation while still having an excuse to look away from the gore. When he starts getting, er, excited, though, I about lose it. He smells so good, like a light musk mixed with spices, and his hands are so gentle when I jump at the scares on-screen.
Something possesses me in that moment. I become a horny teenager, and I forget that I’m a professional businesswoman. I forget that I’m a grown-ass adult who shouldn’t be going down on her neighbor in a public place.
I forget all that and more when I pull his zipper down, and the glint of metal flashes at the tip.
Oh, my! I’ve never sucked a pierced dick before. I’m not exactly a deep-throat champ, and I worry that I’ll gag on it. Still, I’ve made it this far; might as well give it the old college try.
I grab his shaft and lick the tip, running my tongue over the thick metal ring to the soft, velvety skin. Micah moans and strokes my hair. His strong hands could easily push me down, but he seems to be holding back. Every touch is gentle, even when I’m sure he’s about to bust.
Taking his head into my mouth, I apply light suction as I roll my tongue around the edge of the tip. The piercing makes it awkward, but I eventually find a nice rhythm. I hum into him, and his dick jerks in my mouth. The hand in my hair stiffens, grabbing a fistful, but he’s still gentleman enough not to push. Instead, he strokes my cheek with the thumb of his other hand and starts muttering sweet nothings.
“Oh, God, Iris, that feels amazing. I love your lips around my cock. Yeah, just like that. Good girl.”
It’s like he knows all the key words. My panties are soaked, and I reach between my legs with my free hand to rub my clit. Micah’s breathing comes in quick pants, and I suck a little more of him into me.
“Shit, Iris, I’m gonna come!”
I wasn’t expecting him to finish this soon, but I double down on the suction and swallow hard to keep from getting his cum all over me. It shoots down my throat in thick, salty ribbons just as a bloodcurdling scream rips through the theater’s speakers. I guess I just missed a climactic scene of a different sort. Oh, well.
I sit back up and wipe my chin, though thankfully nothing actually got on me. Micah stuffs himself back in his pants, his hands shaking. He brushes his hair out of his eyes and licks his lips.
“That was amazing.”
“The movie?” I tease.
He takes my face in his hands and gazes into my eyes. “You.”
I lean closer, moving in for a kiss, when a bright light blares in my face.
