Chapter 16
Things have been going wellwith Steel. Better than well, actually. If I wasn’t living it myself, I’d probably think it was a dream. He’s a perfect gentleman when we’re together, minus when we go to bed, but still I have no complaints. I knew I liked being bossed around and degraded in the bedroom, but when Steel does it… it’s a whole nother level of sexy.
Christmas is next week, and tonight we’re going to the movies. Steel found out I’m a fan of The Hunger Games, so we’re going to see the new one. I”m standing in front of my closet, stressing about what to wear. Looking at my watch, I realize he should be here any minute. Shit! It”s a movie so I”m leaning toward casual but it”s also a date and I want to look good, so maybe jeans. Dammit, why am I acting like a teenage girl going on her first-ever date?
The movie is just shy of three hours, so I should probably dress for comfort. I slide on a pair of gray joggers and a dark green fitted T-shirt before heading to the bathroom. As soon as the light floods the room, the doorbell rings, making me quickly spray some cologne and rush to answer. I fling the door open with a little too much enthusiasm and Steel flashes me a half smile. Grabbing him, I pull him into me and taste the sweetness of his lips.
He wraps a hand around the back of my head, holding me to him as we kiss feverishly. When he pulls away, I fake pout. “Don’t be a brat. You just saw me two days ago. We don’t wanna be late for the show, do we?”
“We could just stay here and go to my bedroom,” I tease, wagging my brows.
He groans, tilting his head back, and looking at the sky. “You’re a temptation. But I promised my man a movie and a movie he shall get.”
Sighing, I reluctantly join him on the front steps and close the door, ensuring it”s locked. We walk toward his truck, and as usual, he opens the door and buckles my seatbelt. Once he knows I”m safely in, he climbs behind the wheel and we”re off.
When we walk through the theater door, the smell of popcorn fills the air, causing my stomach to growl. Steel looks at me with a raised brow. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah. We should get snacks. The movie is long. We’ll need sustenance.”
“Two tickets to Hunger Games,” Steel tells the clerk and sets his card on the counter. After she hands it back, I drag him to the concession counter. “Get whatever you want and I’ll just share with you,” he tells me.
“Fine, but you’ll have to get your own nachos. They’re my favorite and I’m greedy.”
He erupts into a deep belly laugh, and the concession worker looks at us as though we”re completely mad.
“Can I get a large popcorn, a box of Mike and Ikes, a large Cherry Dr Pepper, and nachos?”
“How do you want the nachos?” the worker asks dully.
“Meat, cheese, jalapenos. Give me everything you got.”
“Anything else?”
“Yeah, I’ll have nachos too, make them the same,” Steel tells him. The kid gives us our total, and Steel hands over his card again. We step to the side so others can order while eagerly awaiting our goodies.
Steel shifts his weight from one foot to the other, glancing at me. “Got any big plans for Christmas?”
I smile, considering for a moment. ”Not anything extravagant. Probably just spending time with family, you know, the usual.” Steel nods, his eyes lighting up with understanding.
“Excuse me, your order is ready!” the teen calls, setting our goodies on the counter.
Arms loaded down, we head to our theater. When we walk through the door, Steel smiles and leads the way to the seats at the very top. “Best view in the house.”
I pick the one in the center of the row and he sits down next to me. Right away, he lifts the armrest and pulls me closer. Snuggling into him, I grab my nachos and begin to eat as the lights dim and the opening credits start.
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The movie was amazing,but long. I had to refill our drinks twice and Steel got more popcorn. Now we have some left in the tub to take home and enjoy later. Even a few days old, movie theater popcorn is the reigning champion.
As he holds the door, I hastily climb into the truck and buckle myself before he can.
”That”s my job, Iggie,” he growls softly, his low voice sending shivers down my spine as he firmly guides my chin, forcing our eyes to meet.
“Oops. I guess I”m just feeling a bit antsy to get back,” I tease, my lip caught between my teeth.
”You”re gonna pay for that, baby,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling my ear. He shuts my door with a soft click and moves gracefully to the other side of the truck.
“It’s Friday, so the clubhouse is gonna be wild. I was thinkin’ we’d stay at yours tonight. That work?”
“What’s the occasion that they’re partying about tonight?” I ask.
“It’s one of the brother’s birthday. They’ll go a little harder than normal.”
“Why’d you pick tonight for the movie if you had a birthday party to attend?” I push my glasses up as my nose wrinkles.
“Tonight was the last night it was in theaters and you wanted to see it. Not a big deal. Zero knows the score. He’s cool with where I am.” He smiles with a dismissive wave of his hand.
He parks the truck on the curb in front of my house. A shiver runs down my spine from the chill in the air as we make the short walk to my door. Despite my shivering, I manage to get the key in the hole and open the door.
Hurrying to shrug off my coat, I throw it over the back of the couch and sprint down the hall to my bedroom. I shed my shoes, socks, and shirt, then eagerly jump onto the bed, savoring the warmth of my blankets. A low chuckle follows a few minutes later as the light flips on.
“A little cold, were we? Don’t worry, I locked up.” Steel smirks and confidently strips down, leaving him in nothing but his snug-fitting boxer briefs.
“Just get into the bed and warm me up,” I playfully snap.
Before I can blink, he lunges onto the bed, landing on top of me. His face hovers just inches above mine. I can”t help but study him, anticipating his next move. His mouth lands on mine, his tongue demanding immediate entry, and I open, letting him in. Our kiss becomes a battleground as our tongues intertwine in a fight for dominance. He pulls away, but then bites my lip, making me gasp from the sting.
“Baby, you’re addictive,” he murmurs against my lips.
“You make me feel like no one else,” I admit. I don’t think I’m in love… yet, but I do think I could easily get there. Steel makes me feel cherished, sexy, and important. He always listens intently when I talk, no matter the topic or how long I drone on about it. He’s always asking about work, what shows I’m watching, or what I listen to in the car. It’s like I’m the most fascinating thing to him—that feeling is intoxicating.
“I better be the only one makin’ you feel anything,” he grumbles. “Especially here.” He reaches under the blanket and grabs my cock, squeezing it firmly.
I slap his shoulder playfully. “Not like that, you know what I mean.” I laugh.
“I know, baby. You make me feel things too. Not sure what they are, but I can’t get enough. I want you with me all the time.” He kisses me again as his hand slowly slides under the waistband of my joggers and gives my dick a long, hard stroke.
We remain in that moment; him hovering over me as we kiss sensually, jerking me tortuously slow. I break the kiss and inhale sharply, feeling my heart race as a wave of desire washes over me.
“More,” I whisper.
“You weren’t a good boy when we left the movies. Buckled yourself up, not lettin’ me do my job. It’s time to pay for your sins,” he murmurs.
This is what I’m talking about; the sound of him saying ”good boy” sends a tingling sensation down my spine, and the thought of punishment has me burning with desire. Whatever the punishment is, I know I’m going to enjoy it. In fact, I’m looking forward to it. I will revel in whatever he dishes out.
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