CHAPTER EIGHT
WILLOW
I always thought Jax was a boring old man.
Sexy, but boring. But I was wrong. He’s anything but boring.
And he’s an animal in bed. He loves to fuck me everywhere.
All over the house, in his office at the shop, the bathroom in his brother and sister-in-law’s house, and right now, in the movie theater.
“Baby,” he whispers into my ear, “just pull that skirt up and sit on my dick.”
I stifle a laugh, not wanting to draw attention to us.
The theater is almost empty since we’re seeing an older movie that’s on its way out.
There’s only one younger couple in the middle and one more all the way in the front.
Jax and I are sitting in the back corner.
It’s dark, and nobody would probably notice…
“C’mon,” he purrs, running his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. He pushes the thin material of my panties to the side and inserts a couple of fingers inside me.
When I moan softly, he shakes his head and pulls his fingers out of me. I pout, wanting him back inside me. With those same fingers, he brings them up to my lips. “Shh… You have to be quiet.” He rubs the pads of his fingers along my lips, wetting them with my juices, and I squirm in my seat.
“Come here, Willow,” he whispers, and this time I do as he says. He lifts my skirt up slightly and pushes my panties to the side, and when I sit in his lap, his dick impales me.
He must know I’m going to moan or scream because he covers my mouth with his hand.
It’s the hand that was just inside me and I can smell myself on his fingers.
“You have to be quiet,” he warns, just before he moves his hand and pushes into me from the bottom.
I hold onto the armrests as Jax slowly thrusts in and out of me.
My eyes flit between the two couples who are oblivious to what’s happening behind them and the front door, afraid an employee will walk in.
Jax reaches around and finds my clit. Using my juices to help create friction, he rubs my clit until I’m coming all over his fingers and dick. A couple more thrusts and I can feel his warmth shooting inside of me.
He lifts me from his lap, and I feel the cum trickling down the inside of my thigh. Grabbing a napkin, I wipe it up the best I can, then excuse myself to the bathroom to clean up better.
When I get back, Jax is watching the movie with a big grin splayed across his face. I sit back down, and he feeds me a piece of buttery popcorn. “What’s happening in the movie?” I ask, trying to play catch up.
“I have no clue.” Jax shrugs. “I guess we’ll have to see it again.”