Ann Bruce | Now?

Now?

A man on a date wonders if he'll get lucky. The woman already knows.
- Monica Piper

Lyssa drummed her fingers on the arm rest, stealthily sneaking glances every now and then at her date, fascinated by the play of light cast by the screen on his features. Joel was sprawled quite comfortably in the movie theatre seat, his long legs stretched out into the aisle. They had to sit on the end seats to accommodate his lanky, six-foot-four frame. He sort of slouched in his seat, eyes trained on the movie screen.

Lyssa turned her attention back to the movie. On screen, Antonio Banderas was sweating bullets as he hid behind a counter from a man named Bucho. Lyssa shifted in her seat from a combination of empathic tension and suspense...and the fluttering low in her tummy brought on by the too-sexy Latino filling screen.

She caught the amused look Joel gave her and returned it with a brief smile. Earlier, on the way to the theatre, she had went on endlessly about how she always had a thing for good-looking Spanish men-and a certain one in particular. Tall, dark, swarthy, built, a rich accent that went over you like honey. And sex appeal that reached out and caressed you even from a two-dimensional projection; Antonio Banderas was the epitome of her sexual fantasies.

Thinking back, Lyssa frowned. Perhaps she should not have waxed on so much about that to the guy she was going out with. Joel didn't weigh enough for someone his height. Six-four and only one-eighty pounds. Well, he was still young. Only twenty-two and two years her senior. Besides, she planned on taking him to the gym with her. A bit more muscle tone on his frame would be nice. Not that she was complaining with what she had now, she thought with a secretive smile.

Lyssa mentally sighed as her eyes traveled the long length of him. Oh God. She shifted in her seat once again. This time, it had nothing to do with the sex symbol plastered on the movie screen.

Lyssa uncrossed, then recrossed her legs. Her fingers absently fiddled with the edge of her skirt, playing a game of hide-and-seek with the black lace band topping her thigh high nylons. After a while, she became absorbed in the thrilling, steamy scenes of Desperado.

Lyssa inhaled softly but deeply when Selma Hayek ran her mouth down Banderas' body as he moved over her. Her heart began to thud heavily. It leaped to lodge in her throat when she felt a hand palming her left thigh, squeezing it. Her eyes widened but she didn't look down. Heat unfurled from that point, muscles clenched.

His exploring fingers walked up her thigh, leaving goosebumps and quivering flesh in its wake.

Unsure of what she would do if it went on for a moment longer, Lyssa captured his fingers. But her relief was short-lived. He twisted his hand until her much smaller one was engulfed in his. She gave a token protest and pulled back, trying to free her hand. He ignored her half-hearted tugs. Instead, he flattened her palm on his hard thigh. Lyssa's fingers instinctively curled, digging into the muscles. She drew her lower lip between her teeth and bit back a moan. Her lashes drifted down.

Jesus! Anticipation coursed through her, agitating her, making her nerve endings sizzle. How the hell was she to make it through the rest of the movie?

Apparently, Joel had the same thought for he leaned over a moment later, and whispered into her ear, "Now."

Her head swung to him and her eyes widened dramatically when she saw that he was deadly serious. "Now?"

His smile was slow in coming and just wicked enough to send her body temperature up another few degrees. "Now, Lyssa."

And his hand guided hers down to his erection, rubbing her suddenly highly sensitive palm back and forth over the mound in his jeans. Lyssa bit back a low moan. She could already feel herself getting wet. Christ.

Joel, knowing she would want to take over, released her hand. Lyssa caught the tip of her tongue between her teeth. Even in the darkened theatre, Lyssa saw his eyes darken with lust and she felt him harden even more beneath her hand. She expertly and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and carefully pulled down the metal tab of the zipper.

Lyssa could feel the heat emanating from his erection through the boxers and her fingers contracted around him. Joel gasped, but otherwise controlled himself admirably. Lyssa caressed him through his boxers, teasing him, thoroughly enjoying this thrillingly dangerous game he had instigated. The possibility of getting caught sent adrenaline rushing through her, making her bolder than usual. Lyssa surreptitiously looked around the theatre. Her smile grew. It was a Wednesday afternoon, so the theatre was practically empty, and they were more or less alone in their far corner. Joel had doubtless planned on this, but probably not to the degree she planned on taking it.

Intent and aroused and experiencing a rush like no other, Lyssa freed him cock from its cloth confines and lowered her head, her hair falling like a waterfall around her head to curtain her.

Joel stiffened at the first touch of her lips on his engorged head. Lyssa flicked her tongue out and rimmed the broad head, and smiled in satisfaction when she felt Joel's fingers plunge into her unbound hair. She licked up and down his shaft as she would a popsicle. Joel's erection grew and his fingers tightened in her hair, unknowingly pulling at it. Lyssa waited a moment for him to relax before she continued.

When the pressure pulling on her hair became comfortable again, Lyssa took the tip of him into her mouth. Joel stopped breathing. She sucked lightly and teased him with the pointed tip of her tongue before taking more of him into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. She repeated this, sucking on his shaft before pulling up and then down again to take even more of him. All the while, Lyssa had managed to slip her fingers further inside his open pants to cradle his heavy testicles. She pinched them lightly and scraped her teeth erotically along his shaft, and Joel uncontrollably gave a small thrust into her mouth. His hands clenched once again, but Lyssa didn't care. She had always enjoyed taking him in her mouth, and now with this added danger of being caught, she was loving it.

Lyssa relaxed her throat muscles and inhaled deeply through her nostrils. Then she lowered her head swiftly again, taking all of him down her throat.

And Joel imprisoned her head between his hands, keeping there, loving the incredible tightness of her throat, the incredible wetness of her mouth. He could feel the tingling sensation near the small of his back signaling his release. He allowed her to draw back slightly just before he came.

Lyssa somehow managed to capture all of the salty fluid, not leaving any trace behind of their elicit act. When he was finished, she adjusted his clothing and zipped him up again. Joel, breathing raggedly, caught the back of her neck and brought her mouth to his for a fierce kiss. His tongue plundered her mouth, seeking out all the recesses, tracing all the ridges, licking all the slick surfaces. He loved the taste of his semen in her mouth, and he loved the fact that she was willing to go down on him in such a public place. Christ, he was already aroused again at the thought of what he would do to her to repay her.

She could feel his smile against her lips and shivered in anticipation.