We headed straight to the movie theater. The guys went right for the last row, way in the back, that dark strategic corner where almost nobody sits. Perfect. The theater wasn’t even crowded—most people had spread out through the middle and front, so the back row was basically all ours.
I sat between Carol and Rodrigo. The second the lights dimmed, he slid his arm behind me over the back of the seat and pulled me right up against him. His heat wrapped around me instantly.
A few minutes later his big warm hand landed on my knee like it belonged there. Rough fingers started creeping up the inside of my thigh under the short miniskirt, slow and teasing. Every inch he gained made my heart pound harder and my skin prickle with anticipation.
He leaned in closer, face right against my neck, lips almost brushing my ear, and muttered in a low, deliberately raspy voice thick with lust:
— Fuck, you’re so hot… you smell so damn good…
A shiver ran down my spine. I closed my eyes and just let it happen. His hand kept stroking up and down my skin. The movie had barely started and I already had no clue what was on the screen.
Rodrigo turned his face a little more and started giving me soft little bites mixed with kisses on my neck, then worked his way up slowly until his mouth was right by my ear.
— Can I kiss you? — he whispered, eyes checking the room.
Before I could even answer, he pressed his mouth to mine.
The kiss started slow, almost teasing, but it turned into straight fire fast. His tongue pushed into my mouth hungry, twisting with mine, wet and filthy. The quiet sound of our kissing mixed with the movie audio. For a few seconds I completely forgot about Diego, the plan, where we were… there was only that mouth devouring mine.
His hand didn’t stop. It slid higher under the miniskirt until his fingers brushed my pussy, completely smooth. He paused for a second when he realized I wasn’t wearing any panties. I felt him smirk against my lips.
— Holy shit, you little slut… you really came just like I told you to… — the surprise made his voice a little louder, but not enough for anyone else to catch it.
He dragged his fingertips lightly over my clit, making everything tingle, then pressed down and shoved one thick finger deep into my soaked pussy.
— You’re fucking drenched… — he growled low against my skin.
It was true. I’d been dripping since I left the house, horny as hell thinking about what was gonna happen.
I kissed him back harder, almost moaning into his mouth when he started rubbing slow, perfect circles on my clit. Every stroke got me wetter, more desperate.
Without pulling his fingers out, he grabbed my hand and guided it straight to the thick bulge in his pants. I squeezed over the fabric, feeling his cock throb hot and heavy, already making an impressive outline.
With a quick move he popped the button and zipper. His dick sprang out, thick, rock-hard and pulsing in my palm. I grabbed it eagerly, feeling the heat and the veins standing out. I started stroking him slow, up and down the whole length, squeezing a little harder around the swollen head.
Meanwhile he pushed two fingers deep into my cunt, fucking me slow with them while his thumb kept circling my clit perfectly. The pleasure was building so good I could barely keep rhythm on his cock.
He paused his fingers for a second, leaned right into my ear and whispered rough:
— My car’s in the parking lot… wanna keep going out there?
I didn’t even think twice. I stood up fast, fixed my skirt, and we left the theater together, leaving Carol there with her boyfriend.
We walked quick to the parking lot. He’d parked strategically, facing a wall, pretty isolated. The second we got there he shoved me hard against the side of the car and kissed me deep, starving. His hard cock rubbed against my stomach while his big hand grabbed my ass under the miniskirt, yanking my body against his.
— Fuck… you’re young but you’re so goddamn hot — he muttered against my mouth, voice heavy with lust.
Then he spun me around, walked me to the hood of the car and told me to lean on it. He hiked my skirt up to my waist, leaving my ass and pussy completely exposed, and started grinding on me, his thick hot cock sliding between my thighs and rubbing against my wet entrance.
— I’m dying to fuck… If you weren’t a virgin I’d bend you over and fuck you right here — he growled.
He dropped down behind me and started kissing and biting my ass. When I felt his mouth going lower I got nervous and whispered:
— Stop… someone could see…
— Relax, baby. Nobody’s around — he answered, not giving a shit.
Then I felt his hot wet tongue drag straight across my pussy. Holy fuck, that felt good. He licked and sucked with so much hunger and skill my knees almost buckled. He licked, sucked my clit and shoved his tongue inside me, moaning against my skin. The adrenaline of being outside, the risk of someone showing up, just made everything ten times more intense. I moaned without being able to stop myself, pushing my ass back against his face.
Suddenly we heard a loud thud near the car—like another car door slamming. We both jumped. Looked around fast, hearts in our throats, but nobody was there. We laughed nervously, still catching our breath, and hurried into the car.
Once we were inside, Rodrigo admitted in a shaky voice:
— Shit, I get so fucking turned on fucking in public…
He slid the driver’s seat all the way back and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled him facing him, one leg on each side, while he shoved his pants down quick, left in just his boxers. The hard bulge of his cock pressed right against my pussy under the skirt.
Rodrigo yanked my top off fast and exposed my tits. He didn’t waste time—he started kissing them, licking slow, circling my nipples with his hot wet tongue. Sometimes he sucked hard, pulling the nipple into his mouth; sometimes he nibbled lightly, sending shocks straight between my legs. Every suck, every lick got me wetter, more gone, moaning softly and grinding on his lap, rubbing my soaked pussy against his throbbing cock through his boxers.