The theater was packed, the murmurs of the audience fading as the lights dimmed. I should have been focused on the stage, on the drama unfolding under the golden spotlight. But my eyes weren't on the actors. They were glued to Adrian.
He sat beside me like a statue taut, composed, flawless control in every muscle. His jaw was tight, his hands resting neatly on his lap. Calm. Too calm. I could see it in his eyes, though, that restraint was slowly cracking. And I was about to break him.
I let my thigh on his leg, he clearly knew what I was doing but didn't react. I leaned on him pretending to be telling him something about the movie but my intentions were preety cleared when my boobs touched his arms.
"Watching the stage or me?" I whispered, my lips barely brushing the shell of his ear.
His breath hitched. He didn't turn. "Both," he muttered, voice low, dangerous.
I took his hand and guided it onto my bare thighs. I avoided meeting his eyes, but I could feel the smirk tugging at his lips.
A second later, he pulled away.
"Let's just watch the movie, girl," he said casually, as if nothing happened.
I scoffed. "You're impossible." Annoyance prickled through me as I shifted away from him.
He chuckled under his breath. "Already giving up? I thought you'd climb on top of me full body and all. Boobs, butt, vagina that little heat you get when you're worked up…" His voice was a soft tease meant to provoke.
I spun toward him. "You don't deserve it. Get lost."
His eyes darkened with playful challenge as he rested his hand back on my thigh. I calmly lifted it off.
He tried again.
I removed it again. Deliberately. Slower this time.
He got a little bit frustrated now, he clearly lacked patience. And directly caught hold of on one big boob.
"Babygirl remember that you asked for it. Because once I start, I don't stop." He said in blushed.
"Adrian, we are in public." I said trying to act innocent,
"Isn't that the reason you booked corner seats?" He asked.
"But still anyone can see us." I said making excuses on purpose.
"Than let them see us and be horny. Im gonna satisfy my hunger now." Adrian said making things clear
I tried to focus on the screen, but his hand was already resting heavy on my thigh now fingers drumming slowly like he owned the rhythm of my pulse.
I didn't move it away this time.
I spread my legs instead just slightly.
Subtle enough not to be noticed. Obvious enough for Adrian to get the message.
His breath hitched. That was all the warning I got.
His hand slid higher.
And then his hand slips inside my shirtslow at first, then firm. His palm fully claims my boobs, squeezing possessively, thumb brushing over my sharp nipple through the fabric.
Not gentle. Firm. Possessive.
I bit back a sound, my body jolting in my seat.
"Shh," he whispered darkly, lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Don't draw attention… unless you want them to see."
His thumb brushed over my nipple, deliberate and slow and then he pinched.
I grabbed his wrist instinctively, half in shock, half in need.
"Too much?" he murmured.
"No," I whispered. "More."
He chuckled low. "Good girl."
His entire body shifted closer, thigh pressed against mine, his shoulder blocking me from view as his hand moved freely, kneading, teasing, claiming.
"You know," he whispered, voice like velvet-coated danger, "I could stop right now and behave like a gentleman…"
He rolled my nipple between his fingers again, harder this time.
"…but the way your body is begging for me tells me you don't want a gentleman."
I dug my nails into his arm.
"Then shut up and touch me," I hissed.
That earned a quiet growl. A real one.
He squeezed me even harder and leaned in, teeth grazing my neck.
"You keep talking to me like that," he said, voice strained with restraint, "and I'll take you right here and let the whole room hear who you belong to."
My breath caught. The threat wasn't empty. And God I wanted it.
To be continued....