Page 50 of Cross To Bear

Crash’s fingers snuck under my skirt, swiping up my seam, there and then in his mouth as he winked at me. He looked like a kid caught sneaking treats, which had me sitting down abruptly. They followed me down, sitting either side of me, and as popcorn and other snacks were handed out, their free hands went to my knees. They didn’t stay there long, because as I cracked my bottle of water and took a long drink, they inched up higher. I looked down in alarm as each man’s hands slid under the hem of my skirt, causing it to bunch up, then bundle around my waist.

“Crash…!” I yipped in alarm, barely suppressing my voice.

“Just relax.” His voice was like a rope tossed out to me as I was drowning at sea: even, calm, with just a slight edge of malice. “We won’t make you come in a public place.” Those seemed to be the magic words, helping me flop back against the seat. “But you’ll wish we would.” His thick finger found my clit, just tapping it lightly until I started to squirm, then rubbing back and forth. “Fuck, you’re gonna wish we would. Hawk.”

At his words, Hawk’s hand slid under my skirt, the whole cinema going dark as the opening sequence began to play, and my gasp was masked by the swelling music as he buried his fingers inside me. I wasn’t ready yet, the stretch around his fingertips somewhat brutal, so why was I sliding down lower in the seat, opening myself up for him? Because he made me feel every inch of his fingers as they pushed inside and that just had me wanting more.

I’d found myself in this situation, knowing now what they wanted. Crash said he wouldn’t make me come, but how could that be true? The two of them moved at a steady pace, not too fast to rush me, just pulling me higher, tighter, the small slick sound of Hawk opening me up barely perceptible over the noise from the speakers.

My thighs spread wider, my hips rocking with their movement. It’d been a long, hard, confusing week, but I could get into this. The movie was R rated, so there were no children here and the few people in the cinema were completely focussed on the screen. I could just let loose and blow off some steam.

I gripped my water bottle tight as I got closer, forcing myself to take a drink to smother my moans. I was so fucking ready. Being around the sleuth had me feeling heavy, lazy with lust in about two seconds flat and right now we weren’t bothering with the preliminaries. I set the water down in the holder, both hands now needed, because if I was going to come, they would come with me, all of us erupting in…

Hawk’s fingers pulled free at the first twitch of my cunt, Crash’s sliding out from under my skirt for him to lick clean like a cat. And me, I was just left staring at him, then Hawk.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I hissed, right during a quiet part, but no one looked around, not even Crash. An evil smile spread across his face as he plucked several kernels of popcorn from my container and then crunched them.

“What?” he said, when I wouldn’t stop staring. “Watch the movie.”

Oh my fucking god, this dickhead was gonna clit block me in a movie theatre? If I wanted unsatisfying foreplay, I would’ve stayed with my ex. My jaw muscle pulsed as I shook my head, letting out a huff, when I realised two could play at this game. My hands landed on each of their thighs, finding both men’s cocks hard and heavy, tucked sideways over one thigh. Hawk grunted out a muffled curse, but Crash grabbed my hand by the wrist and pushed it away.

“Tonight is about you, not me,” he whispered.

“So finish what you started.”

“I will.” His eyes finally met mine and that felt way more intimate than what he’d just been doing. The smile softened for a second before coming back twice as impish. “I always will. Just not necessarily on your timeline.”

I had more to say about that, a whole lot, but then his hand slid right back where it was. That finger rocked back and forth across my clit, more softly now, just enough to have me simmering though not enough to tip me over the edge. Hawk’s hand moved to brush mine away and grip my thigh, not moving until I looked into his eyes. His eyebrow was raised in silent question. My brows creased as I felt a hysterical laugh build up then become smothered before I nodded.

He held my gaze with his, not looking away for a second, as he traced the entrance of where I ached the most, over and over, until my whole body was straining, wanting to push him back home. When my hand dropped down to do just that, his fingers thrust in. There felt like there was no resistance this time, that I was dripping all over his hand in a terrible display of lust, but I couldn’t seem to do anything about it. I just rode his thrusts, Crash’s, with a growing sense of anticipation and terror, that they’d give me what I wanted or they wouldn’t.

I was fucked. They’d done the same thing at least three times, maybe four, because the part of me that could accurately calculate these things was well and truly offline. Each man seemed to know exactly what to do to turn me into a sweaty, throbbing mess, but right before I could finally resolve the tension inside me, they’d ease off, just pat my thigh and then settle back in their chairs, watching the movie. Touching them didn’t make any difference. Well, it did for Hawk. His hips twitched as I found something slightly terrifying in his jeans, tracing the shape of it through the fabric, but before I could get anywhere with that, my hands were batted away, his eyes blazing bright gold in the dark cinema.

“Be good,” was all I got from him.

“Why?” I modulated my voice quickly. “What’s the point? All you’re going to do is torment me.”

“Making you wait isn’t tormenting you.” I went still at the sound of his voice, the harsh note there detectable over the banging and crashing happening on screen. “It just makes you really fucking aware of everything. How much you want this. How good it will feel when you finally do come.”

“Is that what this is?” I darted closer. “You’re punishing me?”

“Don’t take shit so seriously,” Crash said, jerking my attention his way, but he stared resolutely at the screen as he smiled. “There’s no fucking lesson here. You wanted experiences you’ve never had before. Anyone ever got you off in a cinema?”

“No.”

“Anyone got you so fucking hot and bothered you can’t even focus?” His eyes rolled my way then, as if he couldn’t help but watch my reaction.

“No.”

“So this shit is new for you. How’re you gonna know you like it if you don’t give it a try? Lean forward.”

“What?”

“Put your arms on the seat in front of us and lift your hips up slightly when you do.” God fucking dammit, he had me following instructions even though somehow I knew it’d just make everything worse. “Now lower them back down again.” I did tentatively, not sure of what would happen, when I felt something graze against me. I jerked my hips up again before Crash put a hand on my waist and pulled me down.

Right onto Hawk’s fingers.

Fuck, fuck, fuck… I was full, really, really full, almost to the point of pain, but somehow I craved that. More, that throbbed in my blood. I wanted fucking more, so I relaxed into this, forcing his fingers deeper. Then in that compressed space, his fingertips moved in a lazy curl, blunt nails raking across something so exquisitely sensitive that my whole body shivered.

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