Quinn
I dab on some lip gloss and run my fingers through my hair as I look in my rearview mirror. “That should do it,” I murmur to myself. I assess my outfit one more time before stepping out of my car and head toward Liam’s shop. He wanted me to meet him here to show me the finished project vehicle he was working on.
It’s finally Friday. Which means we’re going to the IOP Drive-In theater. I’m so excited because I can’t remember the last time I’ve been to a theater and of course I get to spend time with my man. My man. Wow. I can’t believe I just called him that. We’re not a couple yet . It does have a ring to it, though.
I walk in and look around for Liam. “Liam! I’m here!” I call out.
“I’ll be out in a second!” he yells from the back. He must be in his office.
To kill time, I walk around the truck and take a look at his handiwork.
A whistle makes me jump and I turn around to Liam walking toward me.
“Damn, you look gorgeous, babe,” he says and I blush.
I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his neck. “Thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.” I back up with my hands on his shoulders and look down at his outfit, then back up at his face.
“Psh, not bad?” He smirks.
I shrug and we head to the truck. “It looks really good, Liam.”
He puffs his chest out with pride. “Thank you. This is my dream truck. I’ve wanted one ever since I got into cars. Hopefully, one day I can have one of my own.” He chuckles.
“Well, I have faith that you will.” I smile at him.
“Yeah. I hope so. You ready to go, sweetheart?”
I nod. “Yeah. I figured we could maybe sneak in some takeout from Lana’s? They have the best burgers.”
His smile widens. “Whatever you want, babe.”
We get to the drive-in and decide to watch the ’80s classic The Lost Boys . As we park, Liam tunes to the station they gave us at the ticket window, and I start to pull our food out.
“I have a confession to make,” Liam says as he stuffs a fry in his mouth.
My heart plummets to my stomach as I finish chewing my bite of burger. “Oh?”
“Yeah, I’ve never been to a drive-in before. I’ve always wanted to go, though.” He shrugs.
I sigh in relief because I didn’t know what he was about to say. “That’s not surprising.” I take a big gulp of my Cola. He quirks a brow, then I continue to elaborate. “I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Drive-ins are a thing of the past. There are very few left, which is really sad.”
He nods and we continue to finish our food. The lights dim and the movie starts to play. I stuff our trash in the to-go bag and place it on the floor at my feet, then sit back.
“Come here.” Liam holds his arm out for me to scoot across and cuddle up next to him. He slowly rakes his fingers over my bare shoulder and I break out in goose bumps. I slap his hand away and he says, “What’s wrong?”
I sit up. “Don’t do that. We are here to watch a movie, not act like horny teenagers.”
He smirks. “Um, I was watching the movie. You must be the one acting like a horny teenager.”
I roll my eyes. “Just watch the movie.” I lay my head back on his shoulder. A few minutes later, he puts his hand on my thigh and strokes it softly with his thumb. I break out in goose bumps again. “Liammm.”
He chuckles. “I’m sorry. I can’t help it. Your skin is just so soft and rubbable.”
I laugh. “Rubbable? I don’t think that’s a word.”
He nods. “It is to me.” He smiles down at me. His eyes darken just a bit as he leans down and kisses me. At first, it’s soft, but then I part my mouth and he runs his tongue over my bottom lip.
I let out a moan, running my hand over his thigh and grazing his large erection. “See, horny teenager,” I say into his mouth as I squeeze his length through the denim.
He groans. “This is your fault.”
I pull back and look at him, my hand still gripping him. “How is this my fault? You kissed me first.”
“It’s the rubbable skin.” He smirks. “I think this is quite the problem to have.”
“Yeah, it would be such a waste not to do something about it.” I blink my eyelashes at him as I reach for his belt buckle. I loosen it, then open his zipper. He lifts up and helps me rip his pants and briefs down, with his cock springing free.
“Well, this is one way to enjoy a movie,” he jokes.
I respond by licking the pre-cum on the tip of his cock. I tease the top with my tongue and he lets out a groan of pleasure. “Fuck, .”
That’s my cue to take him all the way to the back of my throat. I bob my head up and down a couple times, enjoying the feel and taste of him in my mouth. He runs his hand through my hair at the base of my skull. It’s not enough. I pull off his cock and say, “Stop being gentle with me.”
His eyes widen in surprise, then quickly darken. “Yes, ma’am.”
I lower my mouth back onto him and he quickly tightens his grip on my hair. I take him in the back of my throat as I slightly gag, tears dripping down my cheeks. I let him guide my head now as he moves it up and down.
“Look at you taking my cock so well,” he praises. I look up at him, fluttering my lashes as the tears continue to fall. “Fuckk. That feels so good,” he says and I suck harder. He tightens the grip on my hair and starts to move my head faster.
“Fuck, princess, I’m about to come.”
I feel his length getting harder in my mouth.
“Oh shit… I’m… right there. I’m about to…” He lets out a growl as the hot ropes hit the back of my throat. I swallow him down, then lean up and kiss the tip of his cock.
I look up at him and sweat glistens on his forehead. I rub the tears off my face and check myself in the mirror.
“Damn, girl. That mouth of yours is something else.” He pants.
I laugh. “I take it you enjoyed that?”
“I did. Very much so.” He smirks and tucks himself back into his pants. He leans over and kisses me.
“Gross, Liam, I just sucked your cock.” I go to push him away. He grabs the back of my neck and hauls me in for another kiss.
“I don’t fucking care. Let me taste myself on your tongue.”
I smile and let him kiss me deep again, and we pull away, panting. “Okay, let’s finish this movie.”
He nods, smirking as he pulls me to his side.
My eyes fly open. I immediately feel nauseous. I grab my phone off the nightstand to look at the time—3:00 a.m. Shit. I need to get up shortly for work. I put my phone back down, then fly out of the bed to the hallway bathroom. The urge to throw up is overwhelming.
After I empty the contents of my stomach, I drag a trashcan to the side of my bed. I still feel queasy and don’t want to take any chances of not being able to make it back to the bathroom. I must have gotten food poisoning from the burger last night. I guess that’s karma for sneaking food into the drive-in.
I need to try to get some more sleep. Hopefully, I’ll feel better when I wake up. I quickly shoot Millie a text, asking if she could open for me.
I close my eyes and go back to sleep.