Page 54 of The Off-Limits Play

I jolt, parting my legs and struggling to stifle my groan.

“Do it again!”I want to scream.“Cup me, tease me, make my body burn and fire with these sizzling sensations. I love it!”

But I can’t go doing that, so I clench my jaw, sucking in a breath through my nose and hoping he’s telepathic.

Squeezing my upper thigh, he steals a glance at me. The screen lights up as the shot changes from night to day, and I try to convey what I’m thinking.

He drinks me in…

And then it happens…

The second he swivels in his seat, leaning toward me, I cup his cheek and lurch against him. His hot mouth covers mine, his hungry tongue devouring me with an intensity that is addictive. If I thought our last kiss was hot, I was seriously mistaken.

Dragging my fingers into his hair, I fist his messy locks at the back, drawing him closer. I can’t get enough of his taste, his flavor. The popcorn box beside me tips over, and I barely notice as kernels hit the floor and Carson switches hands, his right fingers now trailing a path up my leg. He squeezes my upper thigh again, and this time I whimper into his mouth.

Yes. Touch me!

He lightly caresses my crotch, then trails a path up my zipper, brushing his thumb over the top button of my jeans and sending those butterflies into a frenzy. They swarm my body, taking out my senses and making me moan and whimper again.

“Shhhh,” he whispers, his lips curling up at the corners before he seals our lips together once more.

His fingers wriggle beneath my shirt, tracing soft, sweet lines across my belly before cupping my left breast and giving it a firm squeeze.

I respond to his touch, leaning into him, silently begging for more. He rubs my nipple through the lacy fabric, and it’s taking maximum effort not to moan and cry out a loud “Yes!”

Focusing on his tongue, I try to control the animalistic urges riding through me as he teases my nipple, then starts to trail back down my body. Cupping my pussy again, he then moves down my thigh, but no fucking way.

I want his fingers on me. I need his touch. My clit is crying for a feel of him, and so I help him out. I ignore the fact that we’re in a public theater and there are people watching the movie only six rows behind us. I ignore the fact that if we get busted, it will be so humiliating.

My body has taken over, shutting off every one of my logical brain cells as I rush to unzip my jeans and drag them down my hips.

“Are you sure?” Carson whispers against my cheek.

“I just need you to touch me. Please.” My voice is quivering, this hungry energy pulsing through me.

He hesitates for a second, and I watch his face fall from shadow to light as the next scene of the movie begins.

“Touch me,” I mouth.

His lips twitch, his eyes lighting with a smile as his hand trails back up my body, drawing a circle on my cotton panties before tucking his index finger into the waistband.

My breath hitches and I bite my lip, grinning back at him when he brushes my clit with the tip of his finger. He watches my face like he’s ensuring I definitely want this, and I nod, fisting his jacket and pulling him in for another kiss.

While his tongue dances against mine in a perfect tango, his finger teases my clit until the blood is pulsing through my body with a beat so strong and steady I’m feeling lightheaded.

Breaking away from his mouth, I tip my head back, biting my bottom lip against the guttural moan bubbling in my belly. I want to unleash it. I want to scream Carson’s name. But I hold myself in check.

Instead, I silently writhe in that movie chair while Carson kisses my jaw, my neck, my chin, then breathes against my cheek as an orgasm I can’t control starts to build and burn. It spreads like wildfire, clutching my body and tightening every muscle and tendon until I can’t hold back my whimper.

Carson snickers, lightly resting his hand over my mouth and reminding me to be quiet.

But how?

He’s…

It’s…

Yes…

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