🩵🩵 I chose picture #3 for my submission 🩵🩵
The low, insistent hum starts the moment we step through the glass doors. A constant, teasing vibration that settles deep in my core. I shoot a look at Leo, who is scrolling through his phone with a smirk.
“Comfy?” he asks, not even looking up.
“You’re such an asshole,” I grumble, shifting my weight as the buzzing panties cause my thighs to press together involuntarily. My fingers find the hem of my skirt and pull ever so slightly down, praying no one noticed the faint tremor in my legs, as we pass a group of college students. Leo’s smirk widens as he taps his phone screen, turning the vibrations just a fraction stronger.
“Should’ve picked a better team,” he murmurs, leaning close enough that his breath tickles the back of my hair. “Or were you too busy imagining my hands on you instead of watching the game?”
The warmth in my cheeks rises until I’m sure people around me think I’m having a heat flash. God, he is enjoying this too much. The memory of my stupid bet, one lousy touchdown away from winning, flashes through my mind, but the slick ache between my thighs is a far more pressing reminder of my loss.
“You’re the one who said ‘anything goes’ when you lost,” he chuckles, finally pocketing his phone. His eyes met mine. “I’m just collecting.”
As the lobby gets more and more packed, a buzzing hive of its own under the bright lights, I can feel my pussy getting warmer and wetter with every pass of the ghostly touch my thighs give. Trying to look casual, I cross my arms over my chest as we join the long line for popcorn.
He walks up behind me, so close I can feel the heat coming off his body and his breath now on my ear. “You’re walking a little stiff. Everything okay?”
“Fuck you,” I mutter.
His low laugh a rumble against my back. “Maybe later.”
Suddenly I can feel the firm pressure of his boner pressing against the curve of my ass through his jeans. He isn’t just standing close, he’s grinding into me, a slow circle that makes my knees weak.
“Leo,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “Stop. Someone’s going to see.”
“Relax. No one’s paying attention.”
His hand brushes against my hip, and I freeze.
Is..is that man staring at us?
A man across the lobby, standing with a woman who looks like his wife. He’s staring right at us, his eyes locked on mine. My stomach drops as our gaze meets. For a moment, time seems to stop. He isn’t looking away though. Instead, his eyes darken with something I can’t quite place. Maybe jealously?
My face feels like I’m on the surface of the sun so I quickly turn my head, pretending to focus on the menu board above the counter. The persistent buzz on my clit not helping my situation one bit. After taking a few deep breaths I decide to glance back, and he is still watching. His wife, oblivious, is chatting with the cashier. His gaze drops momentarily to where Leo’s body presses into mine, and I think I can see a bulge in his pants begin to strain against the fabric. My pussy aches at the thought, yearning for anyone at this point.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the stranger’s wife tugs at his arm, pulling him back to reality. He finally looks away, reluctantly, giving me one last lingering glance before turning to join her.
My heart is pounding like a drum as Leo’s lips brush my ear. “See? Told you no one would notice,” he mutters, his voice dripping with amusement.
I try to swallow the lump in my throat, relief and arousal tangled together in a messy knot. But the memory of that man’s hungry stare stays, sending a fresh wave of heat through me. A shaky breath escapes me and my own hips giving a tiny, involuntary push back against Leo. The vibrator hums on, a maddening counterpoint to the small thrust of his erection. My thin panties cling to my swollen lips as the wetness that has been building up begins to drip down my thighs.
“Feel that?” Leo coos as he gives another small thrust, his lips brushing my earlobe. “That’s what you’re doing to me. This entire fucking time.”
Fuck.
We get our popcorn and sodas and find our seats in the dark theater just as the previews end. I sink into the plush cushions, my heart hammering with a yearning to have something, anything more. Leo take his spot next to me and places the bucket of popcorn on his lap.
He leans over. “Ready for the feature presentation?”
Before I can answer, his phone is already out, his thumb sliding it all the way up. The low hum erupts into a violent, relentless roar. The buzz pounding against my clit in a frantic, brutal rhythm that takes the air from my lungs. My back arches slightly off the seat and my fingers grip the arm of the chair like I might fall off.
“Oh god,” I gasp, the sound lost under the title card opening on screen.
Leo’s hand rests on my thigh, his grip firm, holding me down as my body tries to twist away from the overwhelming pleasure.
“Just let it happen,” he eases, his voice calm amidst the chaos in my body. “You’ve been thinking about this all week, haven’t you? Wondering what I’d do.”
I can only nod, my head falling back against the seat. My eyes squeeze shut, seeing fireworks behind my lids. The pressure keeps building, a snake-like coiling deep in my belly and clit. God, I can feel it everywhere, shaking my entire body, turning my cunt into a throbbing, desperate mess that’s soaking my seat. I can’t help panting, little pathetic sounds escaping my lips with each brutal pulse.
His name falls out of my mouth in a drunken slurr, “Leo”.
He slides his hand higher, fingertips pressing into the inside of my thigh, just inches from where I need him most. “You’re gonna come for me. Right here. And you’re gonna be quiet about it.”
My eyes flutter open for a moment, desperate to focus on anything, as a delicious sensation begins to consume me, and I spot the man from the lobby. He’s seated a few rows to the right, his head tilting slightly in our direction. The dim light of the theater flickers across his face and, even in the shadows, I could see the way his gaze is on me. His wife seems engrossed in the movie, her hand resting comfortably on his arm, but he has no intention of watching the screen.
No, his attention is fixed on me, eyes heavy and hungry, as if he can feel the vibrations ripping through my body. I bite down hard on my lip to stifle a moan, my thighs trembling as the vibrator mercilessly guides me toward the edge. A jolt of shame and arousal collides in my chest, making my pussy clench around nothing. My breath catches in my throat, and I quickly turn my head away, straining to stay silent despite the pleasure threatening to tear me apart.
Leo’s voice is low and steady in my ear, pulling me back. “Don’t look away from him,” he whispers, his fingers tightening on my thigh. “Show it.”
I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. My gaze flickers back to the man, and this time, our eyes fully lock. A small, knowing smirk tugs the corner of his lips, and I can feel Leo’s hand grip me even harder. He fucking knew. And that only made the tension coil tighter inside me.
“Come for us ,” Leo commands, his voice barely above a whisper but laced with authority.
And I do. My orgasm crashes over me in a wave of pure bliss. My vision goes blurry and the theater lights melt into streaks of color as I clamp down on the scream rising in my chest. Leo’s hand digs down harder on my thigh, grounding me as I come undone. His other hand comes up to cover my mouth, catching the whimper that falls out of my mouth before anyone notices. And through it all, that husband is still watching, his presence like a phantom touch, amplifying every shivering aftershock that pulses through my body, making my eyes roll back.
When I finally regain some semblance of control, I glance his way one last time. Still staring, his expression a look of relief. I quickly look away, my heart racing as Leo leans in close, his lips brushing my ear.
“Good girl,” he whispers, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
Then he turns it off, the absence of vibrations leaving my pussy throbbing and soaked. My panties cling to me, drenched and sticky, the fabric pressing into my swollen wet lips with every shift of my hips. Leo leans back casually, his hand resting on the armrest, as if nothing had happened.
I can’t take it. The ache is too much. My fingers tremble as I reach for his hand and try to guide it toward the heat between my thighs.
“Leo,” I whisper, my voice shaky but insistent, “please…”
A chuckle escapes from low in his throat, his eyes glinting with amusement in the dim theater light. “What’s wrong? You’re so wet you can’t even wait until we’re alone?”
His fingers softly glide over the slit of my lips, teasingly close but not close enough. My pussy aching for his touch, for more relief.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, gripping his wrist tighter and pulling him closer. My hips lift slightly off the seat as I press his hand firmly against me through my skirt and a small moan escapes my lips before I can stop it.
His fingers start to move in a slow torturous circle around the opening of my cunt, through my panties, trailing up the folds that just came undone mere seconds ago.
“You’re dripping,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with satisfaction. “Want me to fix that?”
“Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely audible over the movie’s soundtrack. I grind harder against his hand, the friction almost enough to send me over again. But it wasn’t enough.
He quickly grabs my hand, his own grip hot and urgent. “We’re leaving. Now.” He practically drags me up the aisle, out of the theater, and through the emergency exit door at the side.
The cold night air hits my sweat-slicked skin as the door swings shut behind us, muffling the building’s chatter. We’re in a dimly lit back alley, the scent of stale garbage and rain hang in the air. Suddenly Leo pushes me against the rough brick wall, his body slamming into mine. His mouth crashes down on my lips, tongue forcing its way into my mouth. It was hungry, demanding, and kinda tasted like soda.
He fumbles with his belt, his breathing ragged. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
I’m aggressively turned around and my panties are ripped to the side, the fabric pulled against my thigh. I can hear the tear of a condom wrapper, but he hums something to himself and tosses it aside.
“No. I wanna feel every inch of you.”
His cock is even bigger than I ever imagined, thick like a Monster can and at least 9 inches. He presses it against my slick opening, the heat of him searing through my lips. His length pulsing with need, teasing my clit with the head before sliding down to nudge at my entrance.
“I want to feel that perfect cunt drip around my cock,” he growls, his voice raw with lust.
The massive size of him makes me whimper, anticipation pooling in my stomach as he lines himself up, ready to claim me completely.
“Please, I need you,” I plea.
Something about me saying that breaks him and he drives into my throbbing hole in one savage, perfect thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, the sound echoing in the empty alley. The stretch is incredible, filling the aching emptiness he created. My nails scratch against the brick as he starts fucking me, hard and deep, his hips smacking against my ass.
“So fucking wet,” he grunts, his face buried in my neck. “So fucking tight for me. You’re milking my cock already.”
He hooks my right leg in his arm, opening me up wider, every thrust battering my g-spot, sending fresh jolts of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
I look down, pressing my forehead against the wall, and can see the outline of his cock through my lower stomach. The sight quickly making me feel another orgasm building, faster and harder than the first.
“I’m gonna come again,” I moan, my head lolling back toward him.
“Do it,” he growls, his pace becoming frantic and brutal. “Soak me. I want to feel you fucking squirt all over my cock.” His fingers find my swollen clit and begins to messily rub figure eights.
My vision goes white as my pussy clenches around his shaft. A gush of warm liquid erupts from me, soaking his cock, his jeans, and dripping down my legs onto the pavement with a hot splash.
“Oh my fuck! Leo!” I scream, my body seizing as the fluid continues to pulse out of me with each pulsing wave of my orgasm.
He doesn’t stop. In fact, he grabs me by the throat with his free hand and fucks me through it, his own climax roaring up to meet mine. His thrusts become sloppy, losing their rhythm. And with a raw, guttural shout, he slams into me one last time, his body like a puzzle against mine.
I can feel the hot, sudden flood of his cum filling me, jet after jet spurting deep inside my eager cunt. He hold himself there, pressed so deep I can feel every throb and pluse. His forehead rests against the brick next to my head, his breath coming in heavy rasps before dropping my leg.
We stand there for a long moment, panting in the cool night air. The sensation of him still hard inside me, my own slickness and his cum creating a warm, intimate mess dripping down, it’s almost as delicious as the orgasm itself. He shifts slightly, a shallow, possessive movement that makes me gasp.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his voice husky against my ear.
If only this moment could last forever.
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