Page 59 of Mistletoe Mistake
He leaned forward, a smile playing at his lips. “I'm not sure I can wait that long.”
I knew in the back of my head that encouraging him would only lead to trouble, but I couldn't help doing it anyway. “Wait for what?”
As I expected, his eyes darkened. “To have my dick buried in your pussy again.”
Fuck. I loved how direct he was, and just like that, my body began to ache for him, my thighs clenching as a thrill of excitement travelled from my stomach downwards.
He glanced around the box at the space behind us. “Although, maybe we don't need to go anywhere. We do have quite a lot of privacy in here.”
My heart started beating faster, and so did the throbbing between my legs. What, exactly, was he suggesting? “There's no lock on the door,” I pointed out.
“No, but what are the odds someone would come in? Pretty low, I'd bet.”
Could he really be serious? I looked out at the other seats in the theatre, trying to judge the angles. “The people sitting up there can see in.” I pointed to the balcony across from us. “They can see the whole box.”
“Only if they look.” He sounded confident and unconcerned. “When the lights go down, they'll be watching the stage.”
My teeth chewed at my bottom lip as I tried to decide which feeling was stronger: the desire for him or the fear of getting caught.
“I think it turns you on a little bit, Gemma,” Cole whispered in my ear, leaning towards me as his hand brushed across my thighs. “The idea that someone might see us is making you hot.”
It really did. As soon as I let myself imagine it, anticipation raced through me. What we'd done under the table at the restaurant had been one thing, but he was talking about actually having sex somewhere where a stray glance might give us away.
Before I had a chance to make up my mind, the lights began to dim for the second act and the actors returned to the stage. After a couple of minutes, Cole stood up from his chair and walked to the back of the box. He pulled his chair and the two extra chairs into a line, creating something of a wall in front of him. It wasn't solid by any means, but it would block at least a bit of anyone's view. Finally, he took his coat from the coat hook and folded it over, placing it on the floor. In no hurry at all, he lay down on the floor, on his back, his head resting on the coat, and he waited.
He had no doubt that I would join him, and damn it, I didn't either.
With my pulse racing, I also rose from my seat and pulled my chair back into the line with the others. Trying not to look too obvious, I walked around behind them and straddled Cole’s body with my feet while he smirked up at me from the floor, waiting for me to make my move.
With a deep breath, I dropped to my hands and knees, hovering over top of him. Tentatively, I glanced over at the balcony on the other side of the theatre. The wall of chairs did help, but I could still see several faces, all of them turned towards the stage. If any of them should happen to look over at us...
“There's a condom in the pocket of my pants,” Cole whispered, pulling my attention back to him. “Put it on me.”
It was an order, one he fully expected me to follow, and I had no will to resist him, not when my body ached for him as badly as it did.
Reaching into his pocket, I fished out the condom and ripped it open. Using my body to shield him as much as possible, I pulled Cole's zip down, waiting for applause from the audience to cover the noise. He lifted his hips to help me get his trousers and underwear down and I rolled the condom onto him. He clearly found this whole situation as arousing as I did, since I didn't need to get him ready at all.
Somewhat awkwardly, I managed to remove my underwear, trying to move as little as possible so as not to draw attention to myself. At least I had decided to wear a skirt that day. The manoeuvre would have been a lot more difficult in trousers.
I still couldn't quite believe we were doing this, but as I straddled him again, lifting his cock up to guide it into place, I knew there was no going back. Slowly, I sank myself down onto him, biting my lip to hold in the moan that always accompanied the first feel of him filling me. I’d never felt anything quite so blissful, both satisfying me and making me crave more all at the same time.
Unlike the first time I rode him on the first night we spent together, Cole touched me the whole time. His hands ran through my hair and down to my chest, playing with my breasts through my clothes before finally working their way down beneath my skirt, finding my clit as I raised and lowered myself onto him, as discreetly as possible. The lights from the stage illuminated his face, the different colours ebbing and flowing along with our movements.
A loud burst of laughter from the audience nearly pulled me out of the moment, but the pressure Cole put on my clit helped to keep me focused. Sensing my distraction, he pulled my head down towards him, bringing his lips to my ear as my hips continued to thrust against him.
“Imagine if we were doing this up on that stage, Gemma,” he whispered. “Imagine all those people watching you ride me.”
I couldn't help whimpering at the thought, but he had anticipated that and his hand had already covered my mouth, drowning out the noise.
“They'd get their money's worth, wouldn't they, Gorgeous? That perfect ass bouncing on top of me, seeing you take my dick so well. Watching you come all over it.”
Fuck.I was already so primed for him, so turned on by the taboo of what we were doing and the feel of his body, that just as he suggested, I came on him now, my muscles clenching him, my arms trembling as they tried to support me. That seemed to be what he was waiting for, since just a few moments later, I felt him coming too, the base of his shaft vibrating against me as he pumped into the condom inside me.
In the glow of our mutual pleasure, I almost forgot where we were, but gradually, it came back to me, and now that I wasn't quite so horny, the idea of being seen seemed a lot less appealing. As quickly and cautiously as I could, I climbed off of him, pulling my underwear back on and my skirt back down, and helped Cole get his trousers back up too. Looking around the box, however, I couldn’t see any kind of rubbish bin. What was I supposed to do with the used condom? I couldn't exactly leave it in the box.
Cole simply gave me an amused look as he returned to his seat, as if the problem was entirely mine, and turned his attention back to the stage. Why I should find that so sexy, I had no idea, but I loved how unflappable and unconcerned he could be. It only made the moments when he lost control even hotter.
Quickly, I ducked out of the box and headed down the hall to the toilets. Not only could I throw the condom away, I could clean myself up too, and when I went to wash my hands and looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't hold back my smile.
