Popcorn, Passion, Pleasure.....Please...

I was in the movies. It was pure luck that I was sitting next to a guy i have a huge secret sneaky forbidden crush on and I was almost certain he felt all that burning attraction too, the urge to just spontaneously do really naughty things to each other

The dim theater glow caught the sharp line of his jaw, his fingers drumming absently on the armrest between us—just inches from my thigh. I pretended to adjust the hem of my skirt, letting my knee brush his. A slow, deliberate provocation. He didn’t pull away. The air smelled like butter and that cologne he always wore, something dark and addictive. My pulse hammered when his thumb traced a lazy circle over the armrest fabric. Testing. A smirk tugged at his lips like he knew exactly how wet I was getting just from that single touch. On screen, some car chase exploded into noise. Neither of us looked. His hand slid higher, fingertips grazing the bare skin above my stocking. My breath hitched. "Distracted?" His voice was rough, barely audible under the soundtrack. I bit my lip, arching into his touch. "You tell me." His laugh was low, predatory. The heat of his palm climbed my thigh, squeezing just shy of where I needed it. Teasing. Torturing. The credits could’ve rolled and I wouldn’t have noticed—not when his fingers finally dipped under fabric, finding me swollen and slick. "Fuck," he muttered. "You’re *dripping*." The last thread of restraint snapped. I grabbed his wrist and pressed him harder against me. "Then stop wasting time."

Quietly thry teased ,touched and toyed with eaxh other driving one another to the brink of losing it and exploding only to back of and slowiy start again building and building until the movie was over

--- His fingers worked me with slow, agonizing precision—just enough pressure to make my hips jerk, then retreating to trace lazy circles that left me shaking. I retaliated by slipping my hand between his thighs, palming the thick outline of his cock through his jeans. He hissed, his hips bucking into my touch before he caught himself. "Christ," he growled, fingers digging into my inner thigh. "You’re playing dangerous." I smirked, dragging my nails lightly over the denim. "Only if you let me win." He answered by sliding two fingers deep inside me, curling just right. My gasp was swallowed by the movie’s soundtrack as I clenched around him. But when I tightened my grip on him in return, he pulled his hand away entirely, leaving me empty and throbbing. "Patience," he murmured, nipping at my earlobe. I whined, grinding against nothing, but he only chuckled and started all over again—teasing my clit with his thumb while his free hand unbuttoned his fly. My fingers dove in, wrapping around his bare length, stroking just once before he grabbed my wrist again. "Not yet," he warned, eyes dark. The cycle repeated—touching, taunting, denying—until my thighs trembled and his breath came in ragged bursts. By the time the screen faded to black, we were both strung tight, dripping, *starving* for release. The lights came up. He leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Now. My car. Fast." ---

She slowly laps at his erection but onlt to tease and feel the pulsating of his cock in between her pouty lips pleading to be released but no this was so hot and building to even better by the second

--- She kept him pinned against the passenger seat, her mouth hovering just above his cock—close enough for the heat of her breath to make him twitch. The tip glistened, begging for attention, but she only flicked her tongue over it once, *twice*, savoring the salt of him before pulling back with a smirk. "Fuck—" His fingers tangled in her hair, not pushing, just holding tight. A warning. She lapped at him again, slow and teasing, tracing the thick vein along his length as his hips jerked. His grip tightened. "You want it?" she murmured, lips brushing him with each word. He growled, thighs tensing. "Don’t *fucking* tease." But she did. Swirling her tongue just under the head, sucking lightly—just enough to draw a ragged moan from him before letting go. His cock pulsed, desperate, aching for more. She licked her lips, meeting his burning gaze. "Then make me."

-- His grip twisted in her hair, yanking her head back just enough to expose the sharp line of her throat. She gasped as his free hand slid beneath her shirt, fingers pinching a nipple hard enough to make her back arch—but not hard enough to stop her. Her tongue dragged up his shaft again, slow and deliberate, her other hand cupping his balls, rolling them lightly. He groaned, hips lifting off the seat, but she pulled away at the last second, leaving his cock twitching in the humid air between them. "Brat," he gritted out, thumb circling her nipple in cruel, lazy strokes. She grinned, biting her lip as the sharp pleasure-pain made her thighs clench. "You love it." His growl was all the answer she got before his other hand slid under her skirt, fingers pressing against her soaked panties. "Then so do I." She moaned, rocking into his touch, but he just smirked—and pulled his hand away. Torture for torture.

He hauled her up by the hips, flipping her onto her back so fast the seat leather squeaked. She gasped as he yanked her skirt up and dragged her panties down in one rough motion—no teasing now, just the wet slap of flesh against flesh as he shoved his cock into her without warning. Her back arched off the seat, a choked cry escaping her as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust. "Fuck—*yes*—" she panted, nails scraping against his shoulders as he set a punishing pace immediately. No slow build, no mercy—just the raw, driving need to claim her. His fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise, pulling her onto him with every snap of his pelvis. The wet sound of their bodies slamming together filled the car, her slick coating his thighs as he fucked her hard enough to make the seats shake. "Still playing games?" he growled, grabbing a fistful of her hair to wrench her head back. His other hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit and rubbing in rough, tight circles. She sobbed, thighs clamping around his waist as pleasure spiked through her. "N-no—*fuck*—" "Good." He pistoned into her harder, his balls slapping against her ass with every thrust. The pressure built like a storm, her walls fluttering around him as she came with a shattered cry—but he didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not until his own release tore through him, his hips grinding deep as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan. Breathless, shaking, she clung to him as the aftershocks rolled through them both. His lips brushed her ear, voice ragged. "Next time you tease me, it’ll be worse."