It was torture in the best possible way. The thrill of potentially being caught, the feeling of his hand on me I couldn’t see straight. My free hand found his thigh, squeezing hard as I tried to ground myself, tried to keep from making any sound that would draw attention to what we were doing.
On screen, someone was shooting at someone else, the sound of gunfire loud enough to cover the harsh breathing I couldn’t quite suppress. Nick’s thumb swiped over the head of my cock, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there, and I had to bite down on my knuckles to keep quiet.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Look at you, trying so hard to stay quiet while I jerk you off in a public theater.”
His words sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I’d never done anything like this before. Never been this reckless, this desperate. Back in Jersey, everything was calculated, controlled. But here with Nick, I felt wild and free in a way I never had before.
My hand moved to his lap, finding him hard through his jeans. He sucked in a breath as I palmed him, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at affecting him the same way he was affecting me.
“Two can play at that game,” I managed to whisper, working his belt open with shaking fingers.
“Fuck,” he breathed as I got his jeans undone and wrapped my hand around his cock. “Dante?—”
“Shh,” I echoed his earlier words back at him. “You have to be quiet too.”
We sat there in the darkness, hands working each other, trying desperately to stay silent while pleasure built between us. The movie continued, oblivious to what was happening in the back row. A woman a few rows down laughed at something on screen, and the normalcy of it made what we were doing feel even more illicit.
Nick’s rhythm faltered, his hand tightening around me. “Close,” he gasped, barely audible. “I’m close.”
“Me too.” My hips were moving now, fucking into his fist despite my attempts to stay still. “Don’t stop.”
His free hand came up to cover my mouth just as my orgasm hit, muffling the sound that wanted to tear from my throat. I came hard, spilling over his fingers, my whole body shaking with the force of it. The sensation of his hand over my mouth, silencing me, claiming me, made it even more intense.
I barely had time to recover before I felt Nick tense beside me. I stroked him faster and watched his face contort in the flickering light from the screen. He came with his teeth clenched, a strangled sound escaping despite his best efforts, and I felt the hot pulse of him in my hand.
We sat there for a moment, both breathing hard, hands still wrapped around each other. The movie continued its explosive climax, the sound conveniently covering our recovery. Someone in the front row stood up, probably heading to the bathroom, and we both froze until they passed.
“Jesus Christ,” Nick finally whispered, pulling his hand from my jeans and reaching for the napkins we’d gotten with our nachos.
“That was insane,” I said, taking the napkins he offered and cleaning myself up as best I could. “Completely fucking insane.”
“Yeah.” He grinned at me in the darkness, and even with everything we’d just done, that smile made my heart skip a beat. “Want to do it again?”
I laughed quietly, tucking myself back into my jeans with as much dignity as I could muster. “Maybe wait until we get back to the hotel for round two.”
“Probably smart.” He settled back into his seat, reaching for the popcorn like we hadn’t just committed what were probably several public indecency crimes. “The popcorn is cold now though…”
“Worth it,” I said, grabbing a handful anyway.
We sat through the rest of the movie in comfortable silence, our hands linked on the armrest between us. I had no idea whathappened on screen. Didn’t care. All that mattered was Nick beside me, the lingering thrill of what we’d just done, and the knowledge that we had an entire hotel room waiting for us.
When the credits finally rolled, we waited for the theater to clear out before standing. My legs felt unsteady, and I saw Nick adjust himself discreetly as we made our way down the stairs.
“Think anyone noticed?” I asked as we stepped back into the bright lights of the lobby.
“If they did, they didn’t say anything.” He shot me a look that was pure mischief. “Besides, we’re married. What’s the worst that could happen?”
I wanted to point out that being married didn’t make public sex any more legal, but I kept my mouth shut. We were already pushing our luck.
The drive back to the hotel took less than ten minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Nick kept his hand on my thigh the whole way, his fingers tracing patterns that made me squirm in my seat.
“You’re gonna make me rock hard again,” I warned. “I won’t be able to go inside.”
“I guess I should drive faster then.”
By the time we pulled into the hotel parking lot, I was hard again, my earlier release forgotten in the face of renewed desire. We practically ran through the lobby, ignoring the curious look from the clerk at the front desk.
Our room was on the third floor, and the elevator ride up was torture. Nick pressed me against the wall, his mouth hot on my neck, and his hand slipped down the back of my jeans, his fingers pressing against my hole.
