“Watch the movie.” I whisper as my fingers wrap around his base.
“What?” He breathes out while I stroke him slowly.
“Leo...” My name lingers on his lips. “I thought you were sad.”
“I am.” I say and stroke him faster, his cock grows in my hand, and soft moans leave him. Barely sounds. Whispers into the night covered by the sound of the movie. “Does it change anything?”
“I don’t want you to regret it.” He tells me between rapid breaths, and I pick up the pace, stroking him faster.
“Do I look like I regret things often?” I fall to my knees and squeeze myself barely between the front seat and his body until I am settled between his legs. I am pretty sure I might get stuck here. It will be kind of embarrassing if we have to call the fire department to remove the dude who thought giving head in a movie theatre was a good idea. I did not think this through, yet I don’t let it discourage me. I help him lower his pants, and as he tries to move I am very confident I am indeed stuck between the seats.
He laughs. “I appreciate what ever this is.” He gestures between us. “But I don’t think this position is comfortable given your size and height.”
“Shut up and let me please you.” I growl as I lower my head taking his hard cock into my mouth. I slowly lick from the tip to the base swirling my tongue around the shaft. He moans and I tap his thigh with my hand in a warning. “Jesus Christ you are going to get us kicked out.” I whisper a little too loud.
“It’s not exactly my fault.” He spits back but he isn’t able to say anything else as I suck his cock again taking it deeper down my throat until I feel it reach so far back that it makes me choke. I am more of a dominant myself but the way he grips my hair forcing me to take him deeper does something to me that I can’t explain. I don’t hide that most of my experiences are either with women or guys who prefer to be a bottom. I never actually entertained the idea of switching, mostly because I didn’t have the chance, but right now I can’t think of anything else than how sexy it would be for Noah to bend me over those seats and fuck me. Uncomfortable for sure, but still so damn hot that the idea alone has my dick leaking pre-cum.
I pull away from him enough to breathe more before he can push my head down again. My hand finds the button of my jeans and with only the motion of my two fingers it comes undone. I use my other hand to grip on Noah’s balls, massage my way to his orgasm as I suck faster. His dick goes in and out of my mouth, saliva drips down my chin and I stroke myself to the same rhythm chasing my own release.
“Fuck, I am going to come.” He whispers a little too loud, but we are all alone, and have been since the movie started that I am not too worried about it. Not until he moans louder and hot streams of cum coat my tongue as I swallow every drop. It takes just that for me to come while his cock still jerks into my mouth releasing the last drops of his release into it. The way Iam sitting, stuck between his seat and the front one forces my release to coat the fabric of his seat and I would usually worry about this but I am too lost in the bliss of euphoria this moment offers that I simply can’t.
I don’t move. I simply rest my head for a moment onto his lap, trying to steady my breath. I blink, my vision coming back to normal. His hand strokes my hair, in affectionate slow motion. A contrast to his previous greedy grip and for a moment, just a moment, I let myself believe this is more than a random hookup on a Monday night.
Noah
“Leo?” I ask, watching him struggle to get up from where he’d squeezed himself. I am not usually the type to hook up in public places, but this was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced. It was a book-worthy blow job and one would think that watching Leo struggle right now to free himself would make it less sexy; however, this is far from the case. Watching this man suffer because he just wanted to suck my cock that much makes me hard again. “Are you stuck, buddy?” I say with a low chuckle.
“Shut up.” He growls as he pulls himself harder using my thighs to steady himself as he pushes his body upwards. “Fuck, this was a bad idea.”
“Really?” I joke. “What was your first clue?”
“That’s what I get for wanting to please you.” He bites back and I laugh. I stroke his hair back and force him to look me right in the eyes.
“Well it was appreciated, if that helps.” I say with a grin on my face, because it was truly appreciated and I would very much like it to happen again. And again. I actually believe I can get addicted to this. I can get used to having this man on his knees for me, but I am not a monster, so I reach for him. “I will pull, you push.” I say and pull his body as he pushes himself upward. His body gets free and he falls right on top of me as I fall back onto my seat. The whole row of cinema seats shakes as we both start laughing. He slips onto his seat next to mine and runs a hand through his hair.
“That was embarrassing.” He says in a shy voice.
“No.” I argue. “That was hot.”
“Next time you are getting stuck instead.” I will get stuck for you anytime, handsome. I think to myself but I don’t say the words. I lean over and kiss his lips, realizing this is the first time we have actually kissed, not just a soft chaste kiss but a real one. The saltiness of my cum lingering in his mouth makes this kiss even better, and for a first kiss I would say it’s pretty good. The only problem is that I now want more. I want so much more of him. I want everything he is willing to give me, and then some. I want all of him, and it just took one shared moment for my brain to go from ‘romance is bad’ to ‘I will fall for this man hard.’ Leave it to me to fall for the emotionally unavailable god who sucks dick like a pro and is willing to make a fool of himself to do it.Fuck me.
Chapter 10
Leo
Iam sitting at my therapist’s office. I am considering the reasons I had to book a nine a.m. appointment before work, only to work on the issues I have had all my life. But I don’t need to analyze this to know the reason. Nadia is in town, and instead of doing the steps and working through healing like I am supposed to, I chose to spend my night with Noah, the stranger who’s clearly into me. Why do I do this to myself? I am not open to any romantic relationship, and it’s plain rude to play a guy just because I was feeling sad, lonely, and a little horny. But... am I playing him really? Or am I playing myself?
“You have been quiet since you came here, Leo, and I doubt you booked this appointment just to sit there and stare at me.” My therapist’s jokes. This attitude right here is why I have settled on her over the years. She is calm but polite, and always has a great sense of humor. It makes therapy almost fun. If you don’t count the fact she is actively poking at everything that is wrong with me. And that’s okay. Because that’s exactly why I pay her.
“Nadia is in town.” I finally say.
“Now I see why you booked the appointment. Are you struggling with the feeling of guilt again?” She pokes, as she should, and I sigh. Because that’s exactly what’s happening. I am struggling. A lot.
“Yes, I have been.” I admit.
“Are you practicing the techniques we talked about? Writing in your journal, breathing exercises?” She asks in a polite, comforting way.
Nope, I haven’t done any of this, but I did give a blowjob to a guy I know is bound to catch feelings for me in a fucking cinema. I don’t say this. I simply shake my head in a negative way and she smiles. She writes in her notebook, the one with all her notes about my issues.