Chapter 6
Charlotte
The movie theater was one of those classic street ones, really charming, and it only took about ten minutes by car to get there. On the way we talked the whole time about trivial stuff, and I caught myself loving how easily the conversation flowed both over text and face to face.
"Sorry, I can't picture you dressed in a sparkly leotard," I remark, laughing. We'd already bought tickets for a comedy, the only thing showing at that time, and now we were waiting for the popcorn and soda to be handed over by the bored-looking attendant.
"Believe it. I was a figure skater from nine to twelve.
And I was good, you know? My partner and I even won a little competition in town," he reveals, and I laugh even harder.
The grump on the other side of the counter hands us a big bucket of popcorn, which Ethan quickly grabs.
I take a few pieces from the edge to keep them from spilling and chew one while I shake my head at the player, still in disbelief.
"I'm afraid I'll need photos to believe that. Or better yet, videos!" I say, and he laughs, also grabbing a few of the little salty white puffs and popping them in his mouth.
"I'll see if I can find some on my computer later to prove it," he says after swallowing. The attendant finally brings the sodas and I take them, then turn to head off and look for theater number four. Ethan follows me. "And you, didn't you do anything really different or elaborate as a kid?"
I give a little laugh before shaking my head no.
"No. I did a lot of years of theater just because I was really shy as a kid. It helped me loosen up and gain confidence, but I was never especially good."
We reach our theater and Ethan holds the door for me to go through. The room was still half-lit and the trailers hadn't even started.
"Must have been fun. Who was your favorite character?"
I ponder for a few seconds while we look for our seats in the back row.
"I think Sleeping Beauty. My teacher did a reimagining of the classic, so I saved myself from the dragon," I say, already sitting down, which Ethan copies.
"That's cool! But I'm afraid I'll need photos of you dressed as a princess," he shoots back, mischievous, and I laugh. I don't have time to reply, because right then the lights go all the way down and the giant screen starts playing the theater's notices and rules.
The room was pretty empty, I don't think there were even twenty people, and there was no one around us.
The first half hour in that theater was fairly innocent.
We shared the popcorn, took a few sips of the cold drink, and whispered comments to each other during the movie, which was more of a dumb-humor type, so there were plenty of pure secondhand-embarrassment moments.
Since Ethan had lifted the armrest between us in the very first minutes, our bodies instinctively drifted closer, until his thigh ended up pressed against mine. And just that was already making me hot.
He tried to be subtle raising his arm to drape it over the back of my seat, but I was way too aware of every one of his movements not to notice.
When his fingers gently reached my shoulder, I felt my whole body shiver.
I'd taken off my cardigan as soon as we got there, since the room was really warm, leaving just a white spaghetti-strap crop top, so his touch was straight on my skin.
Our whispers faded as the tension climbed, and I was loving the anticipation, so we stayed like that for a while. The hand on my shoulder now played with my neck, touching lightly, leaving a trail of heat and goosebumps.
When I couldn't take it anymore, I finally turned my face and looked at him, only to find him looking back at me with desire spilling out of his eyes.
Fuck.
I was so going to sleep with this guy. Especially if he looked at me like that while he did.
I instinctively wet my lips, and it seems like whatever self-control Ethan had left finally comes undone, because he curses under his breath and presses his lips to mine.
It was slow at first. Placing several soft kisses before parting his lips and asking for passage into my mouth.
I don't think I managed to hide the moan when his tongue slid in.
My hands grab his neck and hair, and one of his hands buries itself in my strands while the other comes up to squeeze my thigh.
Holy shit.
He kisses really well. It's intense, firm, and hot. Not too much tongue, not too much saliva. When we stop to breathe, the player bites my lower lip and I feel myself melt, swallowing a moan.
His kisses trail down my jaw and Ethan bites that spot between the shoulder and the neck that makes me press my legs together. I feel him smile at the effect he has on me, so I get my revenge by pulling his mouth back to mine and letting my hands explore his torso.
God bless football, because even through the shirt he's wearing, I can feel the firmness and the ridges of his abs. I'm dying to lick them, and it was a shame this wasn't the ideal place for that.
I don't know how long we stayed like that: between kisses, bites, hair-pulling, scratches, and hands exploring.
When I come to, I'm already turned fully sideways in the seat, my legs stretched across his lap, and he's stroking my thighs.
My whole body is burning, and if I didn't stop to breathe and think straight, the next step would be trying to tear his clothes off right here.
I unstick our mouths and hold his chin, making Ethan open his eyes, radiating even more lust than before. I stare at his swollen red mouth and let out a whimper of frustration.
I wanted to sit on him so badly that I could hear my vagina begging.
I hide my face in his neck before murmuring:
"The movies was a terrible idea," I say, and he squeezes my thigh hard before agreeing.
"Terrible idea."
"I want to tear your clothes off right here," I confess, because any cell of embarrassment in my body had evaporated while we were kissing. Ethan pulls me by the neck to make me look at him again.
"I want to eat you up right here," he whispers against my mouth. The hand at my nape grabs my hair by the roots, like he'd done before, and I melt completely, tipping my head back.
Holy shit. This guy is going to make me combust. I press my thighs together, a clear, if involuntary, sign of dissatisfaction. Ethan notices immediately and slides the hand that was on the lower part of my thigh up to the middle of my legs, squeezing hard.
"You're too hot for your own good, Charlotte," he says before lightly biting my chin. I give a mischievous smile.
"You've got your hand between my legs, I think you can call me Charlie now," I inform him, and he laughs before stealing another quick kiss.
Even this guy's laugh is sexy, what the hell! Everything he did turned me on even more. Ethan seems to read my mind when he whispers:
"I think you've given me the worst case of blue balls I've ever had. I hope you're suffering as much as I am."
"Believe me, I am." I squeeze my thighs, and his hand, again in response. The man lets out some curse mixed with a moan before finishing the slide of his hand up to my zipper. Even though he's only touching me through the fabric, my whole body trembles at the contact and Ethan groans again:
"Fuck, you're burning up. I can't even think about how wet you must be.
" I want to grind against his hand, letting the seam of the jeans rub just right against my clit, but...
An exaggerated cough sounds, reminding me that we're in the damn movie theater.
I gather a thread of sense and move his hand away from my groin.
"If you keep touching me, I won't be able to stay quiet anymore," I confess, and he looks at me like he understands my desperation very well.
I take my legs off his lap and we straighten up in our seats. I start fanning myself with one hand, meaning to ease the heat in my cheeks, but it's useless, because Ethan leans in again to murmur against my ear.
"You have two options, Charlie," he says, and I love the sound of my nickname in his voice, rough with arousal. "Leave here straight for my place and my bed, to finish what we started here. Or I drop you off at home, very respectfully, while I go to mine and jerk off thinking about you."
Fuck. I'm just a girl in her fertile window, you know? I don't even need to think much about the answer.
"Your place. Now."