God, he tastes good. I would never admit that to him, but I love taking him in my mouth. I love hearing him groan my name and choking me. When he sees tears staining my face, I can feel his dick twitching in my throat. He would never admit that he loves to see me cry, but I’ve noticed how wild it makes him.
I bob my head faster. His shin is pressed against my shaft, his foot cradling the base of my balls. My hips grind against him, like a fucking dog in heat. His fingers are tangled in my hair as his hips buck into my mouth.
“Elias, baby, yes,” he moans over the cocktail jazz.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh, Jesus Christ.
I come in my pants, releasing a loud moan against his skin.
“Did you—?” Lucian starts.
I don’t let him finish. I start following my mouth with my hand encasing him in wet warmth. My other hand massaging his balls. I’m going too fast, but I need him to come in my mouthnow.
“Elias. Elias.Elias!”His dick pumps his salty seed against the back of my throat.
I moan like a fucking prostitute. Dirty and greedy.
I release him from my mouth doing his pants up gently.
Lucian lifts up the tablecloth to get a look at me. I must look ruined. My cheeks flushed. Shirt not tucked in. A large wet spot darkening the front of my pants.
“You’re perfect,” Lucian murmurs.
??? ??? ???
Mara is beside me with a bucket of popcorn balanced in her lap, fully invested in the movie playing in front of us. She whispers commentary under her breath, dramatic and delighted, and I smile even when I miss half of what’s happening on screen.
Johnny sits a few seats down the aisle, pretending not to watch us. He’s subtle about it. Black jacket. Baseball cap low. But he doesn’t miss much. Not the exits. Not the crowd. But I don’t mind. The fact that Lucian is allowing me this is huge. This could make him look soft to the world, but he doesn’t care. He just wants me happy.
Halfway through the film, during a scene so quiet you can hear people shifting in their seats, I lean toward Mara.
“Bathroom,” I whisper.
She nods without looking away from the screen. “Don’t take forever. This is the good part.”
Johnny rises automatically when I do.
“I’ll be right back,” I tell him quietly.
His expression doesn’t change. “I’ll walk you.”
“It’s twenty feet,” I say. “I promise I can handle it.”
He studies me for a beat too long. Then nods once. “Three minutes.”
I slip out into the hallway, the noise of the theater fading behind me. The corridor is dim, lit by muted sconces along the walls. The carpet muffles my steps. For a second, it feels almost peaceful.
I wash my hands longer than necessary, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I look…lighter than I did a month ago. Softer around the edges. Lucian would notice that. The thought makes my stomach flip in a way I’m not ready to unpack.
When I step back into the hallway, I nearly collide with someone.
“Oh, sorry!”
“Easy there.” The voice freezes my blood.
Xavier Long hasn’t changed since we’ve dated. Still tall. Still polished in that effortless, smug way. His dark hair is styled perfectly, jacket expensive, smile razor sharp.
“Elias,” he says like we’re old friends. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
