Chapter 18
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“Huh. It’s kind of empty in here,” Lacey said as they settled into their seats.
The theater was mostly empty. The Lightbox Theater had three-hundred and forty seats. Sam knew because he’d bought three-hundred and twenty of them. He hadn’t been quick enough to beat the Crane Cove Cinema Club, but from what the theater manager had said, the dozen or so members had pre-purchased tickets for the entire Saturday Cinema Series for the year, so he never would’ve won that race. At least they had the decency to sit together in a cluster closer to the screen. The other few couples and single patrons were dotted around the theater.
“Maybe people are busy,” Sam suggested, offering Lacey their bucket of popcorn.
Lacey picked out a few pieces. “It’s Crane Cove in November. There’s not a lot to do on a Saturday night. And it was busy downtown, so I thought more people would be here.”
Sam set the bucket down to take off his jacket. “Isn’t it nice to have an empty theater?”
“I guess so,” she said, and as the lights dimmed, Sam swore he saw a hint of a mischievous grin that got his blood pumping.
The iconic drum phrase that kicked off “Be My Baby” by the Ronettes and Dirty Dancing thumped through the speakers. Lacey’s elbow rammed into his chest as she struggled out of her coat.
“Sorry,” she whispered, her face awash in gray light from the screen.
“It’s okay,” he whispered back, trying to focus on the opening credits. Unfortunately, the dancers reminded him of Lacey dancing—or at least how she’d danced when he’d met her. And that reminded him of their one night together in Barcelona, and then he needed to adjust where he was holding the popcorn bucket.
As the credits faded into the opening monologue backed by Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons, Lacey leaned over.
“I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me this week,” she whispered in his ear, and kissed his cheek. His cock throbbed almost painfully at the innocent contact.
“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered back, then almost jumped when her hand squeezed his thigh right below where he’d set the popcorn bucket.
“I want to show you how grateful I am,” she continued, the warmth of her breath sending goosebumps down his body. “You were so good to me.” Her teeth scraped his neck. “Let me be good to you.”
Blood rushed to Sam’s cock so quickly he saw spots. He was…what was the word? Surprised? Shocked? Stupefied?
Lacey’s grip on his thigh loosened. “I mean, I know it’s not exactly what we agreed on, but it is technically in public. If you’re not into it…”
He’d been thinking about synonyms too long. “What did you have in mind?”
She took one of his hands off the popcorn bucket and brought it to her mouth, then wrapped her lips around his index finger and sucked. When she swirled her tongue around the tip of his finger, Sam had to disguise a moan as a cough. Lacey released his finger with a quiet pop .
Fucking hell. He wasn’t going to survive to “Hungry Eyes” at this rate. He might not even make it to the watermelon line.
Sam nodded his consent, then looked back to the screen. Okay, maybe he’d make it to the watermelon part. It wasn’t that far off?—
Lacey tugged at his belt. Popcorn spilled out of the bucket as Sam jolted, surprised.
“Here?” he asked, his voice a high-pitched whisper.
She nodded, working his belt open with one hand.
“Relax,” Lacey mouthed.
Relax? How was he supposed to relax? They were in public. A movie theater. The Crane Cove Cinema Club was less than a hundred feet away. Sam thought Lacey meant she wanted to blow his cock and his mind later, maybe at home.
What if someone saw? His reputation could handle it. Hell, he’d probably get high fives and fist bumps. Rock star caught receiving blow job in movie theater played really well in the tabloids. Could Lacey’s reputation survive? It wasn’t like she had a lot of support if shit hit the fan.
Then again, she was the one trying to unbutton his pants. He wasn’t going to stop her.
Dread and desire made him almost queasy. Still, he helped her unbutton his pants. Then he repositioned the popcorn bucket to his other leg to shield his rigid cock from view if anyone walked down the side aisle.
“Mmm,” Lacey hummed as she stroked his shaft. Pleasure rippled through his body. She casually rested her head on his shoulder and murmured, “Don’t worry about being quick.”
Lacey continued to work him with her hand, and it took everything in Sam not to squirm or moan. He was watching the crowd more than the movie, but no one had even glanced their way.
The screen grew darker as Baby Housemen went for a walk on the Kellerman grounds and found the staff quarters. As Baby offered to help carry a watermelon, Lacey slid out of her seat and knelt on the floor in front of him. She licked his cock from the base to the tip, and as the doors opened to the staff dance, she took him into her mouth.
Lacey wasn’t fucking around. She sucked his cock, sliding her mouth up and down his shaft, like she meant business. Sam gripped the armrest with his free hand, torn between watching the movie to act natural in case anyone looked over, or watching the scene between his legs. He ended up doing a rapid up down, up down, up down with his eyes, switching between the screen and Lacey.
A hand on his hand made him look down again, and Lacey was looking up at him. She took his hand off the armrest and put it on the back of her head, then winked at him.
Fucking menace.
She was fucking perfect.
Sam gripped her hair, guiding her head up and down, pushing her gently to see how far she could take him. No one wanted a lap full of puke.
Lacey wrapped her fingers around the base as a stop guard, and then put her hand on his again, pushing down harder. He could take a hint when someone had their mouth full.
He forced her head down, using her mouth the way he wanted, increasing the speed and intensity. Pressure built in his groin, and want warred with need. He wanted this to last forever, but he needed to come. It was so close, like hearing the horn of a freight train while being stuck on the tracks. Sam tapped the back of Lacey’s head twice to warn her, but she kept going. He looked down at her again for confirmation, and she was watching him. That same wink, and a gentle buzz around his sensitive cock as she hummed an affirmative “Mm-hmm.”
It was all too much, and Sam lost the tentative grip he had on his body. He came hard, his body spasming with each wave. He bit the side of his cheek to keep from shouting, and tried to just breathe through the intensity.
Languid contentment spread through his veins like a warm summer afternoon. If there had been a fire in the theater right then, Sam would’ve been useless to get up and save himself. It would’ve been too much effort.
Sam stroked Lacey’s hair and mouthed, “Good girl.” She grinned, then opened her mouth to show him just how much he’d come. The room spun as she swallowed it all down.
He should’ve tied her to the bed in Barcelona and never let her leave.
Lacey popped back into her seat like nothing had happened, like she’d been searching for her phone or her purse instead of sucking his cock like it was a popsicle she needed to finish in sixty seconds or less. She casually rested her head on his shoulder as Sam tucked his flagging cock back into his pants and redid them.
“I’m going to get you back,” he whispered.
“Pass the popcorn.”