35. Claire
35
CLAIRE
I t turns out, Dez wasn’t dressed. When she and Markus slide into the back of Keller’s car, she’s in a short, black tutu skirt with a dark green boned top, positively sinful.
“Where are we eating?” Markus drawls.
“SLAB,” Keller replies, and Dez bounces a little on her seat.
“Oh, goodie! I haven’t had been in ages.”
“Slab?” I repeat, crossing my legs and blushing.
This dress is far, far too short for what I’m wearing underneath. I catch Dez’s eyes, and she grins knowingly.
“S.L.A.B. Best place for steaks, and they’re fairly fast, as well as close to the movie theater.”
After the short drive into town, Keller drops the couple off in front of the restaurant. I opt to stay with him as he finds somewhere to park.
I expect it to be a struggle in the busy, small-town center, but he just rolls in behind one of the largest buildings in town, where a private parking lot is tucked in. He enters a code and rolls forward.
I shake my head. “Is everything easy for you guys?”
“I don’t know. I had to coerce one girl to give me a chance.” He winks.
We haven’t driven very far from the restaurant, but a pressing issue becomes apparent within a few feet.
Dez is shorter than me, with more butt, while I beat her in the breast area, but we’re the same shoe size. She convinced me to wear all her things tonight, shoes included. And while the four-inch white heels make me look amazing, I am not good at actually walking in them.
“Sorry I’m so slow,” I groan, embarrassed, holding on for dear life to the elbow he lends me.
“Don’t be. They’ll hold my table however long. Besides, Markus is already there.”
I sigh, frustrated. We’ve barely left the side street!
“But we don’t want to be late for the movies.”
“True.” He takes a step forward and crouches down, patting his shoulder. “Hop on.”
I blink. “On your back?”
He rolls his eyes. “What, you’ve never had a piggyback ride?”
I…don’t think I have, actually.
But trusting him, I tentatively lower myself to his strong back, thrusting my legs through his arms.
“Hold on tight,” he warns me.
I grip him around the shoulders, and he stands, walking the rest of the way as though my weight is of no consequence whatsoever.
We must look so funny, and there are plenty of people staring, with amused smiles.
Meanwhile, I am tomato red, feeling my pussy right against the back of his jacket. Damn those crotchless panties.
Thankfully, the ride doesn’t last too long.
* * *
T hey weren’t kidding about the food. It’s freaking fantastic. I devour everything in sight with gusto. Everyone lets me try their picks, even Markus. In exchange for some of his ribeye with peppercorn sauce—the second option I considered—I have to share a bit of duck.
“It’s as good as Claudio’s!” I muse.
“The greatest praise,” says Keller, chuckling. “Yet somehow unsurprising. Claudio owns this place—he set up the menu.”
That makes a hell of a lot of sense.
We have just enough time for dessert, so we order that too, although I’m so full I’m not sure where I’ll put it.
“This chocolate fondant…I’m ashamed I ever thought I could bake a chocolate cake.”
“Your cake is amazing,” Keller assures me, his hand moving to my knee, squeezing it.
He means it as a show of support, but all of a sudden, I want him to know what I’m wearing.
Taking the hand, I slide it up and up and up, and smirk as those fingers meet bare flesh.
The look in his eyes, god.
Thoroughly delighted, I swat his arm away.
Take that for the multiple orgasm denials, jerk!
Keller grins, bringing his mouth close to my ears. “I can make all your dreams come true. Nightmares included if you continue testing my patience, little ghost.”
The threat makes me flutter. There’s no other word for it. “My dream was to come earlier. Didn’t get that, did I?”
I don’t bother lowering my voice as much as he did, and Markus laughs. “Wait, he can’t make his woman come?”
Keller glares. “ Won’t . There’s a difference. And if she doesn’t behave, I won’t for the rest of the night.”
I stop smirking.
“Been there,” Dez says. “Multiple times. Only stabbed him once.”
I think she’s joking, so I laugh.
Keller does not offer to let me ride his back to the movie theater. I whimper when the friendly host directs us to the farthest room, on the top floor.
“Don’t worry. There’s an elevator,” Dez assures me. “And the way your legs look are worth it.”
I’ll have to take her word for it.
Keller remains very close to me at all times, right behind me, as if blocking me from view as we order drinks and popcorn.
Amused, in the semi-privacy of the elevator we share with three strangers, I pretend to lift the hem of my skirt a little, barely moving it an inch.
His nostrils flare.
Oh, yes, he likes showing me…on his terms. I stow that information away for later.
The movie’s been out for a while, so the theater’s mostly empty—likely why we were exiled to theater seventeen. There’s just a group of boys—older high school kids or fellow college underclassmen—tossing popcorn and jokes at each other in the back, and a solo girl close to the front.
I surprise myself by remembering her name. I guess that day was traumatic enough to help it stick. “Pen!” I call.
She practically jumps on her seat. “Oh!” she squints, either trying to see properly in the darkness or place my face. “I remember you.”
“You gave me a free sundae.” It occurred to me I likely didn’t have the presence of mind to properly thank her. “Thank you so much. It was a crappy day.”
“You look much happier,” she tells me.
I smile as we walk to our seats, in the middle row, halfway towards the back.
“She’s the chick from Lost the Plot, right?” Dez asks.
“Yeah, she was really nice to me.”
“We’ll have to give her a raise,” Markus replies. “She’s good people.”
I snort. “Do you guys own the entire town?”
Dez replies yes. Markus and Keller disagree.
“The founding families still own tons of it,” Markus grunts darkly, like it’s a deep personal wound.
“The Goltzes own about half of the riverside, and thirty percent of southie,” Keller explains. “Dad invests in most of it.”
I shake my head. “So, yes,” I sum up, in full agreement with Dez.
The ads soon start, followed by the trailers, and finally, the start of the movie.
I feel like I missed one or two movies in between, but it still pulls me in, as only Disney music and flash actions scenes can. It retains my full, eager focus. Right up until Keller pulls me onto his lap.
I don’t pay much attention at first, glad to be snuggling up. But then, he shifts, and flesh presses right at my entrance.
Oh .
I glance back at him urgently.
He and I both know I’m not one to keep silent. It was a struggle over the phone with Lily the other day, and that was only his mouth and fingers, not his actual cock. When he shoved it in my ass after a while, I had to put myself on silent.
Fuck .
Keller thrusts in. I’m not as wet as usual, so he fills me so hard, I suck in a breath.
Pen’s right there. There are half a dozen boys close behind us.
Keller is brutal. He’s not moving like he cares if anyone hears the seat creaking, let alone any noises that might escape my mouth, covered by both my hands. I lean forward, folding myself to hold it all in, but all that does is deepen his angle. My feet find the floor, and he uses my semi-stability as an excuse to stand up and just…fuck me. Hard. Fast. Right in the middle of the movie theater.
Fuck, fuck, fuck . That’s what I get for playing with fire.
One glance toward Pen, and I see she knows. She’s holding herself too stiffly, and still glancing back occasionally. The joking boys behind no longer are kidding around. Fuck. What if anyone has a phone? But even losing my mind, getting fucked within an inch of my life, it occurs to me no one would actually recognize the two of us in the dark, if this was recorded. Except maybe by Pen, but she’s not filming. The guys at the back won’t see anything.
I give up. There’s no containing the moans. And after the first has escaped me, my pussy starts to soak him. I can’t deny it. This is…hot. Very, very hot. And I’m going to come right here at the theater, rather than watch this movie. I’m so, so close.
But then, Keller withdraws his cock, and sits back down.
Shocked, I stare back at him over my shoulders, my dress high on my waist, my entire ass exposed by the bits of black string Dez considers panties.
Keller’s grasping his cock, leisurely stroking it. “What? I’m a man of my word.”
Oh, he fucking didn’t.
He turns towards his sort of cousin. “See? Could have. Didn’t.”
Markus chuckles.
Half shocked, half pissed, and an extra twenty percent embarrassed, I return to my seat, muttering.
Except, Dez is no longer next to me: she’s on her knees in front of Markus, sucking him, licking him, and blowing him so thoroughly, I should honestly take notes—for when I’m back to wanting to worship Keller’s cock rather than kick it.
At first, I’m watching out of surprise, then curiosity about what she does—licking it all the way down to the balls, cupping them, that sort of thing. But then, there’s no denying that I’m getting rather worked up watching them. I think that’s what Keller meant when he said he likes showing and looking. Apparently, so do I.
Let’s just say I’ll need to rewatch the movie, because Markus has no problem making Dez come again and again, and it’s quite simply a lot more interesting that whatever’s on screen.
There’s a fire inside me begging for attention by the time the credits roll.
“Eleven,” Keller whispers. “Time to try on your mask.”