Page 50 of Total Ship Show

“What? Where are we?”

I can only barely see her now. “The theater.”

“Okay, why am I telling you no?”

“Because I tried,” I whisper, shaking my head, almost out of breath. “I really fucking tried hard to not be attracted to you, because I know you need my help and I need yours. I’ve tried to be the gentleman I know you need me to be. The respectful man you deserve. But shit. That scavenger hunt has me so riled up, if I don’t fuck this sweet little cunt of yours…” I tell her, sliding my hand between her legs, hearing her gasp as I cup my hand against her pussy. I sneak a finger into the hem of her shorts until I reach right where I want to go.

“Fuuuuuck.” I lean my head on her shoulder. “You’re wet.”

“Aris…”

“I want you, Adrienne. And I think you want me too, and if I don’t feel you come on my cock,” I breathe against her lips. “I’ll be a starved man and will be forced to take an ice-cold shower until my balls recede so far up my body that they never come back down, but I swear to God I’ll be okay with it if you tell me no.”

The next sound that comes from her is like a gasp and cry at the same time. She nearly sinks into the wall.

“So, tell me no, Ade, and I’ll understand. Tell me no, and whatever this is between us can just go away and we can go back to being acquaintances.” I squeeze my eyes closed because it hurts to even think those words.

I want this girl.

“I think we’re way past that now, Aris,” she murmurs against me.

“Are we?” I take another swipe between her legs with my finger.

“Oh, God, yes.”

“Adrienne,” I breathe. “This is your last chance to walk.”

She holds my face in her hands as she tries to stare into my eyes in this dark room.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she hisses against my ear.

“Fuck,” I sigh against her, my hand snaking up her shirt.

“Aris…”

With one hand I easily unclasp her bra and lift my eyes until they’re staring at her glistening lips.

Fuck, those lips.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Those are the last words I say before something in me snaps. Keeping my weight pushed against her, I push my hands up under her bra, cupping her gorgeous tits in my palms. Rolling them in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

Her head falls back against the door and she moans.

“Aris…”

“Do you trust me?” I ask her.

“I would trust you with my life.”

Turning my head momentarily I quickly glance around the darkened theater to find that even if there are random people in the room, the top balcony and thus the very top row are in pitch black darkness.

Perfect.

“Come with me.”

I take Adrienne’s hand and lead her down the last row of seats, stopping at the last cushioned bench. Standing behind her, I trail my lips up her neck as I once again slide my hands up her shirt, palming her breasts.

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