London Falling (21 page)

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.” he smiled.

After another ten minutes he pulled into an old-fashioned movie house, complete with the giant bulbs that lit the sign. The theatre boasted the classics. He led me to the ticket counter. “Which movie? They all start in twenty minutes,” asked a man with a bad Tom Selleck mustache.

“Ladies choice.” Collier snuggled his warm body against mine, helping to prevent the night chill.

I scanned the titles and then landed on the perfect one. “Pretty Woman.”

Collier laughed and hugged me close as he paid the man.

We settled in the very last row at the top. I had a feng-shui thing about sitting with open doors behind me though I wasn’t going to admit that to the sexy Englishman. He’d think I was ludicrous. I didn’t need to give him another reason to think I was crazy.

The theatre was close to empty, with only a handful of couples spaced out throughout the small theatre. The room turned pitch dark as the screen illuminated. The tell-tale music of Natalie Cole singing Wild Women Do roared through the sound system. The song gave me a wicked idea.

I looked around. All the couples were either paying rapt attention or sucking face. We were far enough from everyone and in a very dark corner. Time to up the ante. He had me at a level ten on the lust-o-meter all night. Turnabout was fair play.

***

London’s hand slid from my knee and up the meaty muscular part of my thigh as I watched Julia Roberts bend over Richard Geer’s lotus to ask if he wanted a date. Damn, she had a mighty fine arse. Any man in his right mind would take a date with the hot American, though the hot American whose hand was currently doing indecent things next to me would put the flame-haired, girl next-door actress to shame in the looks department.

Her small hand covered my prick, which had been in a semi-hard state all evening. Now it was at full attention. “Christ, Beauty, you’ll kill a man with moves like those,” I whispered into her ear, then nibbled the skin there.

She leaned her head to the side, giving me lovely access to the open patch of London-skin I wanted at her neck. Her hand became very bold, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling down the zipper. My dick sprung free, chilled by the cooler air of the theatre. It immediately warmed when her little hand clasped it.

“Commando? I’m impressed,” she whispered into my neck before nibbling the edge of my chin.

“Only way to go wearing jeans, Beauty.” I moved closer toward her body, mashing her breasts against my chest. With a quick movement, I slid my hand under her sweater and palmed a full breast. My thumb swiped the hardening peak in tight circles. She moaned into my neck and tugged on my prick.

She moved in quick, kissing me hard. Her lips warm and moist as she dipped her little tongue in to tangle with mine. She tasted of the coffee she drank after dinner, filling my senses with her cinnamon scent. A pearl of pre-cum leaked out the tip of my cock and she used her thumb to swirl it around the wide crown.

I groaned, my gaze settling on the screen where Julia Roberts’ character had just unzipped Geer’s pants and was tugging them down. There was something immensely erotic about watching a couple have sex while enjoying your own play time.

London pulled away from my lips, breathing hard. She looked at the screen at the exact moment Julia kissed her way down Geer’s abdomen and went to work. With a seductive glint, London had a hand around the base of my cock and her lips swallowing down the crown.

“Christ!” I groaned and she giggled. The sound muffled by my dick.

She lifted and looked around. The other patrons were lost in their own world, nowhere near paying attention to us. Thank God.

“Shhh, if you can’t be quiet, you don’t get to come, got it?” she threatened in a harsh whisper.

My balls tightened and my dick swelled in her hands. Instead of responding, I did what any warm-blooded man about to get sucked off in a movie theater would do. I nodded and kept my trap shut. If we got caught I’d fight the indecent exposure charge gladly.

Her red swollen lips covered my cock as she licked and sucked the head. She alternated her hands at the base, circling, rubbing up and down in time with her suction. I didn’t want to think about how she got to be so good at giving head. That would make me want to beat the hell out of any bastard who had received my Beauty’s affection.

Slowly, she trailed her tongue down one side of my cock then the other. I tunneled my hands into her hair, pulling back the curls so that I could see her take me in her mouth, over and over. Dizzying circles of wetness and heat, coupled by her firm sucking, the same way I sucked her tight pink nipples into my mouth, had me humming deep in my throat.

Her hand slipped down to cup and fondle my balls and as she squeezed, I surged into her mouth, reaching that tight ring of her throat. The pressure was intense, mind-blowing.

She pulled back and I pushed her head back down on my cock, not letting her lips leave without a fight. She went wild, wrapping her lips around my cock and bucking into my leg. I grabbed her hair in a tight fist, instinctively knowing she wanted to be controlled. With my right hand, I reached over and around her bent-over arse. Fuck decency. I pulled up her skirt, baring her to the entire room. Her black thong cut between her cheeks like a roadmap for my fingers. Thank God, we were almost against a wall or someone would be getting a two for one show.

Only I could see the perfect firm globes of her arse as I slid my fingers along the seam backlit by the movie screens soft glow. She moaned around my prick and I tugged on her hair, forcing her to tease the tip of my dick before shoving her down the length again.

I could feel the wetness at my fingertips as I reached around her. When I knew I was hovering just over her sopping pussy, I tightened my grip and tipped her head back to look in my eyes.

“Suck me, Beauty,” I whispered and pushed her head onto my cock at the same time two of my fingers dipped into her heat. She cried out, the sound muffled around my prick. I thrust my hips into her mouth and my fingers deep into her slit. She rode my fingers and I rode her face. Both of us shivering and jittery with the powerful need to release into one another.

I yanked hard at her core, digging my fingers in to find that spot, the one that made her fucking scream. When I found it, her entire body, withered, then strung tight like a drum, sucked me firmly to the point of physical pain, ripping my orgasm from me.

I pumped into her, lights flashing behind my eyes as she rode out her own release.

God, she was beautiful, sucking my cock, coming around my fingers, swallowing my cum. With London, sex of any kind was a full-body experience. Once her hips slowed and she’d gotten every last inch of pleasure plucked from her perfect pussy, I pulled my hand from her and put the coated fingers to my lips. Her eyes widened as I licked and sucked her taste off, groaning at the sheer deliciousness that was this woman. Every fucking inch of her was decadent. With ease she sucked the last drops from my softening dick and then placed a reverent kiss on the tip.

I cupped her face in both of my hands, overwhelmed with thoughts I couldn’t express. Instead I pulled her into a scorching hot kiss, tasting our sexual essence. It lasted minutes, hours. Fuck, if I knew. The woman had me twisted and needing to be connected to her after giving me the best blow job of my entire life. In a movie theater, for Christ’s sake.

“You make me want to worship at your feet,” I whispered against her cheek.

“I must have been doing something wrong. I figured you’d want me to be the one worshiping at your feet with your cock in my mouth.”

“The things you say you, wicked minx.” She bit her lip and grinned as I gloried in her beauty, sated yet looking forward to more.

We both laughed and finally, the other patrons caught on. A couple of “Get a room,” and “Shut up already,” came from somewhere in the darkened theatre.

“You want to blow this Popsicle stand?” I asked while buttoning up.

“Nope. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.” She licked her lips and threw a sideways grin. “But I’d love for you to take me home and fuck me until morning where you will then, make me breakfast, including eggs and toast with that incredible jam. In that order please.”

“Anything for you, Beauty. Anything for you.”

Chapter - 14

Our drive home was interesting to say the least. Collier couldn’t stop touching me. His hand was either on my knee, my thigh, or trailing into my hairline as he pulled me in for a kiss at random red lights. It became obvious really quickly that our movie madness was only a prelude to a night destined to be memorable.

“What are you thinking right now?” When Collier speaks it’s as if a British army was hammering my libido into overdrive. Even a woman in a committed relationship would have a fleeting thought about bedding my sexy Englishman, when they heard him speak. Everything he says sounds like sex-laced cinnamon candy, tantalizing the senses in a wicked and surprisingly fiery way.

“About how much I love hearing your voice. I think you underestimate how delicious your accent is.”

“Delicious huh?” I nodded and closed my eyes preferring to let his words roll over my senses.

I took a deep breath. “Speak to me, lover,” I whispered surprised I was feeling so brazen. My hands slid to my knees and started to pull up my skirt. I wanted to give my Englishman something to look forward to, drive him mad with lust the way his words were un-doing me.

“Bloody brilliant,” he grabbed my skirt with one hand and helped me scrunch it up higher. At this point nothing but my lace panties peeked out of the expanse between my thighs.

“Words Collier,” I reminded him after a lengthy pause where I presumed he was staring at my bare legs and panties.

“Knickers.”

I bit my lip and slid my hands a couple inches down my leg to caress the soft skin at my thigh and knee. The inner thigh was a weak point for Collier. He liked to brand me there. Oh did I look forward to wearing his mark by morning. The love bite would give me a physical reminder of our time tonight, just like he did the last time we were together.

“Smashing.” he said and I moaned.

“Totty.” My hands crept up to mid-thigh.

“Knockers,” he whispered and stroked the tight bead of my nipple through my sweater. His fingers twisted and squeezed.

“Shag.” He pinched my nipple and I cried out, desire wetting my panties and filling the air in the car with the distinct scent of sex and leather.

I spread my legs wide and slid my hands closer to the target. “Roger,” he said the word as if it moved over his tongue like honey dripping down the bark of a tree.

“Collier,” I breathed and gyrated my hips. His fingers trailed softly along the inside of my leg. The anticipation of his touch was brutal.

“Touch yourself, Beauty” His voice grated on a moan.

My fingers slipped into my panties and found my clit hard and swollen. Waiting. Wanting him, not me.

“That’s it. Touch it for me. Pretend it’s me,” he encouraged.

I did what he asked, completely lost in the need to find release once again. He covered my hand as I manipulated myself and felt both our fingers slide over the slippery button. Shock waves of pleasure rolled through my body in a rush of stinging hot pokers. Excitement surrounded me as I moved closer to that blissful edge.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous. Fuck me! I can’t get enough of touching you.” Our fingers danced together over my wanton flesh. His breath came in ragged, rushed bursts of air. The sounds of moving traffic, of him manipulating my sex, all merged into a meditative place where pleasure consumed every thought and noise.

Collier’s fingers plunged into my heat and took the moisture he found there, rubbing it over my aching bundle of nerves. I could feel twinges of my orgasm as it approached. “Oh God, Collier, right there.” I begged and pleaded for him as I rotated my hips toward his hand.

“Sod all. This, this little bit of heaven.” He twirled his fingers around my clit in tight dizzying circles. I thrust my hips for his taking, my hands clasped the back of the headrest arching my body towards his hand. “It’s bloody perfect. And it’s mine. I can’t wait to put my lips on it and suck you until you scream.” His words had me panting like a dog in heat.

Almost there. The edge of the cliff was right there, ready for me to jump off…

“Don’t come.” The command left his lips.

Wait. What?

My eyelids flung open to see his hand had left my sex and was pressing hard on his dick. He was pulling into his parking garage. He screeched his precious Porsche 911 into the parking stall and exited the car. His movements were tight and jerky. Everything happened so fast, I had barely grasped the fact that my orgasm was now a distant memory.
Bastard.
I planned on getting him back. After I got mine of course.

He flung open the car door then pulled me out. His lips were on mine, his tongue down my throat, before I could say a word. I gave back in spades, drinking from him, tasting him and rubbing my needy body along his hard edges.

When he pulled away, I was stunned stupid. The man kissed me like he was forever saying goodbye and touched my body like he’d never get another chance.

After one last deep kiss, he pulled me through the garage to the elevator. Once inside, his hands were everywhere, pushing me against the wall, the handrail digging into my lower back. I didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop touching me.

“It’s unreal,” he whispered as he licked the column of my neck. “Bloody undignified how much I want you. The things I want to do to this body.” He sucked at the skin just behind my ear, sending shivers of lust spiraling and swirling deep in my center.

“Do it. Anything. Everything,” I moaned. “Just don’t stop.” I licked into his mouth taking his tongue and making it mine. He gave it to me with greedy intent. His hands yanked and pulled at the sensitive skin of my ass, proving that this first time tonight was not going to be slow and easy.

I wanted him hard, fast and right fucking here in the white-walled elevator.