Chapter Twenty
“Oh my God, yes! Right there, right there… I’m so close, Lennox. I’m so close.”
He thrusts into me harder and harder, his rigid cock hitting just the right spot in just the right way.
We’re sideways across his bed, with my head hanging over the edge. Lennox’s hard, bare body is over me, on me, encompassing me. His hands are on my breasts, squeezing, plying, all while he works his magic on my pussy with his cock.
Within seconds, I’m coming and screaming out his name.
This man has been on fire tonight. I watched the game here at his house and knew the second he got hit in the eye by that opposing player that I’d be in for it tonight—in the best kind of way.
I was in his bed, naked and waiting for him.
When he got home, there were few words but lots of action. Action that’s continuing now as Lennox releases and empties into me.
“Fuck,” he breathes as he pulls me back onto the bed fully and collapses onto me.
I love his weight on top of me. I love feeling his strength. And he looks extra hot and tough tonight with his black eye.
He’s still inside me, so I wrap my arms and legs around him and just hold on to this man I am definitely falling hard for until he slips out.
“Crap, I hate that part,” I say with a pout as he rolls off me and onto his back.
I flip to my side and hitch a leg over him.
Reaching down and tapping my ass, he assures me with a chuckle, “Don’t worry. We’ll go again. Just give me a few minutes.”
Mmm, I love this man’s stamina.
Hell, I think I love this man.
Shit.
What am I going to do?
This isn’t me.
But maybe, with him, it is me.
Thankfully, I don’t have to think about it, because he interrupts my thoughts when he says, “You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?”
That you’re in love with me?
Stop it, Madison.
I trace tiny circles on his bare chest to get back on track. “What’s that?” I ask.
“I’ve been thinking about that drive-in you told me about. Would you want to go tomorrow night? The weather is supposed to be good.”
Excited to do something new and different, I tell him, “I’d love to go. I think that’s a great idea.”
“Then I guess it’s a date, huh, babe?” he says as his hand trails down my back to my ass.
His touch feels so good, and I know this is his hint that he’s ready for round two.
So am I.
I’m always ready for him.
“Mmmm,” I moan, closing my eyes. “Yes, a date, definitely, for sure…”
There’s no more discussion then, just communication with our bodies.
The drive-in is way out in the middle of nowhere, several miles away from Phoenix.
Despite the remote location, when we arrive, I’m surprised that there are quite a few cars dotting the big, sandy lot.
Guess we’re not the only ones who had this idea for such a clear, starry night.
Lennox and I get lucky and find an open middle space in the front row. We back in so we can park with the rear of the Nav facing the big screen. This way we can pop open the hatch and chill in the back.
We came prepared too. We packed blankets and pillows, and we’re dressed in comfy clothes—basketball shorts and a tee for him and leggings and a pullover for me. We both also opted for slip-on sneakers.
However, we didn’t bring any provisions besides some bottled water, so once we’re settled, Lennox asks, “Do you want to go to the snack bar and grab something to eat?”
The cute thing about this particular drive-in is that it’s totally retro, complete with the obligatory little one-story concrete block snack bar.
It’s the kind with movie posters on the walls on the inside, and, as a customer, you start at one end of the building, walk through the line, pick out what foods you want, and pay at the other end.
“Yeah, I am kind of hungry,” I reply.
We skipped dinner so we could get here in time for the shows. Even though the weather is mild, it is still late fall, so it gets dark pretty early.
The movies—two scary horror flicks that are sure to be cheesy but fun—will be starting soon.
As we make our way back to the snack bar, Lennox remarks, “This place is so cool. You were right. I feel like I’m stepping back in time.”
Excitedly, I reply, “I know. I feel that way too.”
Once we’re at the snack bar, we walk through the line, opting for one hot dog each, a big bucket of popcorn with lots of butter to share, and two soft drinks.
The young girl working the cash register places everything in a cardboard tray so it’s easy to carry back to the Nav.
When we return to the vehicle, Lennox and I get situated in the back. I’m sitting cross-legged, and he’s leaned back on the side with his legs stretched out.
We decide to save the popcorn for when the first movie starts, but because we’re so hungry, we pretty much devour the hot dogs.
The sky darkens to a pitch-black, and the giant screen flickers to life.
Lennox and I clear away our foil wrappers and cups, then stretch out the blanket and position the pillows so we can lie side by side on our stomachs to watch the movies.
As it turns out, the first flick is cheesy as hell. But that’s what makes it a great drive-in movie.
While we’re watching the action unfold, we munch on our popcorn and try to predict who the clown-faced killer’s next victim may be.
“I think the nerdy kid is up next,” I say.
“Nah, it’s definitely the chick with the big tits. She has it coming.”
“Heyyy.” I elbow Lennox in the arm. “You’re not supposed to be noticing shit like that anymore.”
Chuckling, he reminds me, “Babe, I’m still a man.”
“I guess you’re right,” I reluctantly concede. And then I admit, “I’m not really upset. I just have to give you a hard time about stuff like that since we’re now an official couple.”
Bumping his shoulder to mine playfully, he replies, “I know. It’s all good.”
I love that we can tease each other like this.
In any case, it turns out we’re both wrong. The next victim is an old lady who owns the farmhouse that the clown is lying low in.
Lennox and I keep inching closer and closer. Not because we’re scared. We just have to close the gap, since we like to be near each other.
But that closeness has consequences—good ones.
By the time the first movie ends, we’re making out like horny teenagers with no other place to hook up.
But we’re not horny teenagers, are we?
No, we’re two lusty adults with houses we can go to instead.
“You want to get out of here?” Lennox asks breathlessly between a few more heated kisses.
“Hell yeah,” I reply just as breathlessly.
We ditch the second movie and drive straight to his place, where we fuck and fuck and fuck.