Chapter 12
Ishika
At the theater, Zoe introduces me to Aariv, Jake, and Jake’s new friend Alice. Jake is a lot chattier and friendlier than Aariv and Ryan put together.
But even though Ryan barely utters a word to me, he never leaves my side.
When I start to feel a little thirsty, Ryan pushes a large soda, some chocolate, and popcorn into my arms. However, irrespective of this rather sweet gesture, the bad boy’s current mood is giving me frostbite. I haven’t seen him smile even once.
I decide to break the ice, so I bump my shoulder to Ryan’s arm. “Want some?”
“Later,” he replies curtly without lifting his gaze from his phone.
“What are we watching?” I try again.
“Horror. Jake picked the movie.”
Uh-Oh!
“Are you okay with horror?” He is texting somebody as he speaks.
“Are you kidding? Horror is my jam. I have been watching horror since I was five. I don’t scare easy.”
I’m lying.
I am sure it’s going to be okay. If the rest of them can watch horror, so can I. How bad can this be? I can always close my eyes and no one will know.
In reality, I am shit scared of ghosts, dead bodies, and serial killers. Every year I spend Halloween in my bedroom watching rom-coms and cartoons. I hate everything related to horror but Ryan will never know about this weakness of mine.
The theater is half empty. We have the center aisle and middle row all to ourselves. We start with sitting next to each other. Three couples and six seats in a serial order. The lights are dim, the commercials are done, and the trailers from upcoming new movies are rollin' in.
Zoe whispers to me, “The view isn’t that great in these seats. We are gonna move to the other side.”
I watch Aariv and Zoe pass through the rows of seats and they finally settle down close to the wall, many rows behind us on the far end of the right aisle. There is no one else in that corner of the theater.
“Should we move as well?” I turn to Ryan.
His majesty finally graces me with a glance, a glint of mischief in his deep blue eyes. “They moved for privacy. They’re gonna initiate dirty, nasty, forbidden things that real couples engage in. If that’s what you have in mind, sure, let’s go. My plans for the afternoon are pretty flexible.”
Oh!
My eyes widen as the words ‘cunnilingus’ and ‘fellatio’ dance around my brain in flashing neon lights.
He tilts his head to the side, watching my cheeks burn.
Do I want the cunnilingus and the fellatio with a dash of nefarious from Ryan Harper? Hell yeah! The slutty, horny part of me wants this so bad.
Just when I am about to give myself the pep talk of - Ishy, you live only once - the sane, undersexed and sad part of me wakes up with a yawn and starts waving a moral compass to my face.
Damn that moral compass!
Because pulling my mind out of the gutter in the presence of Ryan Harper licking his lustrous lips while he reads all my dirty micro-expressions on my face, is a Herculean effort.
When I don’t reply, he cocks an eyebrow at me like he actually needs an answer.
Once again, damn that moral compass!
But somehow I manage to let virtue prevail.
I shake my head vehemently to convey my reply, placing the large popcorn tub between our thighs. The slutty horny part of me isn’t very happy with my decision. What if my body decides to rebel against my set moral code? I fist a few popcorns to keep my hands busy.
Who knows what my hands are capable of?
What if I grab his hand and end up having hand sex?
What about consent? Do we need something written up in a contract perhaps?
Does that mean I have to dissolve our old ‘Fake Boyfriend’ contract first before I start the ‘Not Fake Boyfriend’ relationship?
I have so many questions and I really want hand sex with Ryan Harper.
He has such big manly hands and elongated fingers.
God, his lips are perfect too. I want to kiss them again before this day ends.
The popcorn in my hand scrunches as my mind begins to replay our last kiss. Suddenly, his big hand is on my wrist and he brings my balled fist holding the popcorn to his lips. My heartbeat stutters as I watch his tongue swipe a wet trail over my clasped fingers.
A whip of electricity jolts my entire body into awareness.
My lips quiver as anticipation coils inside me.
My fingers uncurl on their own offering him my open palm.
His eyes heat when his tongue lifts a single kernel of popcorn from my hand into his mouth.
Then he closes his lips, pressing down on my flesh leaving me with a tiny butterfly kiss on the center of my palm.
One by one, he takes his time, repeating the same actions.
His sexy soft lips, his pink wet tongue.
Five times his tongue sketches a wet treasure map on my palm.
Five times his lips kiss my skin.
Five times, I burn into cinders before his eyes.
The tip of his tongue swirls in a circular motion on my now empty palm right before he bites me. Sinking his teeth into my flesh, he sucks on the flat center, his cheeks going hollow, his already high cheekbones shining from the light on the screen.
My mouth falls open in a gasp, a wordless plea escapes me as he sucks and sucks. The suction I feel travels right down to the apex of my legs. Deeper and deeper. I feel a moan rumbling from my lungs and halting at the base of my throat, desperate for an outburst.
His mouth detaches from my palm and his lips lift in a dark smirk.
That dimple of his is going to be the death of me.
When he releases my hand, I let go of the breath I was holding. He watches me with amusement when I pull my trembling hand back. Balling my fists, I fold my hands over my pebbled nipples and cross my thighs so I can squeeze my pussy tight.
Oh
My
God!
I gulp the hoarse feeling in my throat as the opening scene to the movie begins.
The scene opens to a young girl home alone on a dark night, and the white noise from a television calling for her attention. This is exactly what I need to forget the tingling sensation between my legs.
“If you change your mind and need a more secluded spot, let me know.” His lips graze the shell of my ear as his breath washes over my neck.
“I won’t,” I say quickly, breathlessly.
But he is not done tempting me, he brushes the tip of his nose on the line of my neck. His cologne hits my senses, it’s so good. So erotic that it agitates and invigorates my already slutty mind even further.
I want him to finger me right now. I want him to know I am very wet for him.
“Princess, if you’re scared. You can climb on my lap and I’ll shoo the monsters away.” His lips barely touch the skin beneath my ear where I feel my pulse throb.
“No thanks. I won’t be scared.”
I said it too soon. Half an hour into the movie, I witness the first sign that tells me this is beyond my courage threshold. I am seriously considering bailing out.
I have no idea what this fuck shit movie is called but it’s horrible. My anxiety is through the roof.
The shrill sound of a phone rings, followed by the static on the television.
A body drenched in something slimy from head to toe, wearing a white hospital gown rises from an abandoned well.
Then there is a cursed videotape and anybody who watches said tape will die a painful death within seven days.
In the movie as the ghost starts crawling her way out of the television, I let out a brutal scream, throwing all the popcorn in the air. My hands cover my eyes. I start thinking of my mom and dad, how much I love them, and how I haven’t been to church in such a long time.
“Shh. I got you.” A strong pair of arms pulls me and I obediently climb onto a lap.
Ryan’s arms circle around me and he rubs my back, soothing me.
I cling on to him like I am a koala and he is my eucalyptus tree.
My face is nuzzled in his neck and my eyes are shut tight.
Dread crawls on my skin every time the creepy music comes on.
Someone in the next row screams and I clutch onto Ryan’s T-shirt and burrow my face farther into him.
Then I feel his fingers, drawing crescents on my thighs.
Inching higher and higher beneath my frilly skirt, he caresses my inner thighs, his rough thumb so distracting; I feel his erection go hard against me.
My heart hammers but it’s not out of fear, it’s the thrill ride that his touch takes me on.
Adrenaline courses through me and I tilt my face up and meet his eyes.
He is so handsome. So gorgeous.
His cheekbones are so high.
I raise my hand and touch his cheek. His chest raises and falls, his Adam’s apple bobs as he gulps.
I affect him too.
His jaw leans on my hand and my thumb brushes the arches of his cheekbones as if dusting off invisible gold dust from his skin.
The light makes him appear golden tonight.
I will kiss him before this night ends.
“NO. NO. NO!” someone howls at a distance.
“I shit my pants!” a male voice yells from behind us.
I end up glancing at the screen upon instinct. Because curiosity makes me do stupid things.
The scene builds and the music goes grim as the wet psycho-ghost is about to show her real face to the audience.
A scream rips out of me. I cover Ryan’s face with both my hands. “Don’t watch. She’s not that pretty,” I mewl, burrowing my face into his chest. He chuckles drawing me closer, his arms tightening.
I spend the rest of the movie smelling his delicious scent and thinking very dirty, filthy, slutty things about his big hard cock. His arms never let go of me for the entire time.