Closer: A Blind Date Bad Boy Romance Page 3
“Randy, get the tickets,” she snaps at her boyfriend. And when he whips them out of his pocket, the four of us move towards the theater. I hold the door open for Janie, and as she brushes by me, I swear those big boobies sweep against my chest ever so slightly. I wish I could have her all to myself in a locked room somewhere. Desperation surges through my veins.
Stop being such a fucking dog, I think to myself. You haven’t been with a woman for a while, so get a grip. You’re gonna overwhelm the sweet girl with your fucking hungry ways. But that’s the thing. I’m ravenous for female flesh after a long tour abroad … and nothing’s gonna stop me from tasting this beautiful brunette.
Chapter 5
JANIE
There’s so much electricity in the air that I can hardly breathe. Can Brent feel it too? But I can’t exactly ask him, so I bite my lip as we file into the theater. We sit in a row: Hillary, Randy, me, and Brent. I’m so glad that I’m not sitting next to Hillary. The blonde is such a bitch, like I’m a C-grade substitute for her friend Amy. Get a grip, lady. Life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to.
The movie theater is almost empty, and I wish Brent and I could just sit in a different row altogether. But oh well. Like I said, life doesn’t always turn out the way you want it to. Besides, we’re meant to be on a double date, so it’d be a little weird if Brent and I took ourselves off.
The film begins and I recognize it as a well-known part of an action franchise, but I couldn’t care less. The only thing I care about, or am aware of, is Brent’s intoxicatingly masculine scent on my left. I’m still stunned at the incredible chemistry we had in front of the movie theater, waiting for the others to show up. Never have I connected with a guy in this way before. Especially not in such a short period of time. And especially not a guy like this! I’ve dated some guys in college, even slept with a few, but they don’t seem to be very interested in buying the cow after they’ve already gotten the milk. It sucks, to be honest, and I don’t want to do that again.
So yeah, it’s been a good few months since I’ve had any dates and instead, I’ve been throwing myself into my studies, even carrying extra credits. But it’s all getting a bit stressful. It’s the main reason I’ve had such a hellish week and I’ve wanted to shut myself in my room with Netflix and cheesecake. But instead I’m here in this movie theater, sitting next to the most gorgeous guy I’ve ever seen. And certainly the most gorgeous guy who’s ever even looked at me, let alone shown interest in me. Unless Brent’s just being polite? But surely not. Not with how much he’s been sharing with me, how earnest he seems.
I can feel the soldier breathing next to me, the warmth of his arm just half an inch away from mine. His leather jacket is off, draped over the back of his seat and I’m painfully aware of the size of his biceps and pecs, even though I'm not even looking at him. My eyes are watching the moving images, but not seeing them. Suddenly I feel fingertips on leg. My heart beats fast until I realize it’s my right leg. Fuck! Is it Randy? Horrified, I look his way in the darkness, and of course, the dirty dude is watching the movie like nothing’s wrong. Gross! How can he do this? His girlfriend is mere inches away on his other side.
Instinctively, I shrink away from him, not taking my eyes off the screen, until I’m practically scrunched up against Brent. It’s so inappropriate. I’m practically in Brent’s lap now but I don’t care how peculiar this is because it’s better than being touched by Randy. Cowering in my seat, I try and relax and little, but it’s futile because at that moment, I feel Randy’s wandering fingers again. Shit! This time, Mr. Super-Lech is sliding his hand up my knee and under my skirt.
Disgusted, I shrink away towards Brent again. But this time, the hand doesn’t go away, instead inching up my skirt even further. I clamp down at it to firmly push it away.
“Oh shit, sorry,” rasps Brent in a harsh whisper. “I thought …”
Confused, I look down at my lap: the hand I’ve got clamped in my fist isn’t Randy’s at all, but Brent’s! I look up into his face, which is flushed with a combination of careful lust and shy guilt, like a little boy caught with his hands in the cookie jar. Again, I melt inside. I shake my head, unable to tell him it’s okay, because my throat is so dry. I release my grip on his hand and gently put it back where he was going: up my skirt. The moving images on the screen are reflected in the depths of his eyes, his irises so large as he stares at me that they’re almost black. He lowers his face to mine and our lips almost touch, his hot breath on my mouth as if waiting for permission. Then his other hand rises up to cup my neck, and he pulls me towards him, crushing his lips against mine.
My heart stops beating. His kiss is urgent and rough and at the same time gentle. I allow him to part my lips with his tongue and feel my body responding instantly to the crush of his open mouth. Lifting my hand up to his jaw, I run my hand across his stubble towards the back of his head, feeling my fingers through the soft black hairs. His hand goes further up my dress and his fingers find my drenched pussy - oh god, how embarrassing! But it only seems to drive him wild. He groans quietly into my mouth and I feel his breath quickening as he lowers his hand from my face to my chest, cupping one of my boobs, grazing my nipple with his thumb. It’s my turn to moan now, and I instinctively pivot my hips forward a little, allowing him access to my pussy.
With gentle but eager fingers, he finds his way into my panties, and I moan quietly as he lightly caresses my clitoris. Oh fuck! It feels so good and I swallow a hungry mewl. I run my hand from his hair down his strong pecs and his washboard belly, which are starkly obvious through the cotton of his shirt. Suddenly my hand is resting on the bulge in his jeans, causing him to bite down suddenly but gently on my lip. There’s a sudden explosion on the screen, drowning our muffled cries. I quickly glance next to me - somehow Randy and Hillary seem to have no idea what we’re getting up to and are lost in the film. Thank god. At the very least, the sheer noise and excitement in the film are masking any noises we might be making.
I turn back to Brent, who’s kissing me again before his mouth moves down to my neck and boobs. He pulls down the hem of my dress and begins circling his tongue around my nipple. Holy shit, is this really happening? Are Brent and I doing the heavy feel in a public theater, with people mere inches away?
But it’s true. The excitement only makes me more aroused and I mewl silently against his hair again. My hand plays with the zipper on his jeans, managing to open it despite my fumbling fingers. Because oh god, his fingers are now not just on my clit but have slid in between my slippery folds, and into my creaming cunt, where they’re moving in and out. Holy shit, I’m being finger-fucked in public! As if in retaliation, I reach into his fly, groping at the rock-hard rod that fills my entire palm. I manage to fumble it out as he groans, and oh fuck, but he’s pulsing and wet with pre-cum already.
Tentatively, I give it a few gentle jerks. He groans into my mouth again, pushing his fingers deeper into my cunt - and onto my g-spot. I moan in ecstasy, sure this time that we’ll be caught. But no one seems to notice. Hillary and Randy are laughing at something on screen now … leaving my lover and I to our naughty play.
Chapter 6
BRENT
Janie’s small, plump hand enclosed around my cock, jerking me with such sensual motions that I practically come right there. I slip two fingers deeper into her soft, wet pussy and suddenly she arches her back, breaking away from my kiss, her open mouth letting out a moan slightly too loud for comfort. I glance around quickly to make sure we’re safe, but no seems to have noticed. The few people around us are shoveling popcorn into their faces, completely caught up in an explosive chase-scene that seems to be unfolding on the screen.
We’ve gotten away with it so far - maybe we can go a little further? The thought of actually fucking Janie in the movie theater sends me into a frenzy. My fingers are moving against what I suppose is her G-spot, because her eyes are rolled back as she moans, her hand moving up and down the length of my cock until I can’
t take it anymore. I pull my fingers gently out of her clenching pussy with a wet sucking sound, and pull her over onto my lap in a surprisingly smooth motion, making her gasp as she straddles me on the movie theater seat. She laughs inaudibly at my audacity, clasping her hand over her mouth muffle the sound. She’s the one glancing around now, but still, no one has noticed us. How is that possible?
But I don’t even care anymore. I grab both of her huge tits gently and squeeze, rubbing at the nipples with my thumbs. This makes Janie stop giggling and she closes her eyes. And as I lift the heaviness of her milky tits out of her dress into full view, I lick the large nipples, pressing my face into her alabaster skin.
Janie doesn’t seem to care anymore either and reaching down to pull her panties aside, she lowers her slippery pussy onto the head of my huge cock and slowly down along its length. Oh fuck. We both stop breathing for a second at the heavenly feeling of my cock pushing itself into her tight, wet cunt. She’s so small - not all of me will fit, that’s immediately clear. But I place my hands on her wide hips and push her down, pushing my huge cock all the way in, making the girl fall over and moan into my neck.
“Oh my god, Brent,” she whispers in my ear. “This is crazy.”
I move inside her, and she starts riding me now, breathing heavily into my ear.
“You want me to stop?” I rasp back.
“No,” she gasps. And I pinch her nipple, feeling her cunt contract around my cock. The tightness of her cunt sucking at my cock as she moves up and down it is too much. I feel my fuckshaft pulse, desperate for release.
“Janie,” I groan. “You’re gonna make me come if you continue like this.” She bites my neck and I reach around, squeezing her big ass with my hands, using it as a handle to press her pussy down onto my cock. She’s not the one controlling it anymore. I can feel her pussy contract as I slam her ass down repeatedly onto my balls, her hands pulling at my hair, raking the skin on my neck. I go faster and faster and I feel her seize up against me, her pussy clutching at my cock as I deliver my final thrust. Oh fuck! It feels so good and I let out a silent roar as ropes of hot man milk jet into her sweet insides.
At the same time, her pussy spasms hard around me, the pink folds milking me of virile semen as I unload splash after splash of hot jism into her body.
“Unnnh,” she moans into my ear breathily. “Oh Brent fuck fuck fuck!”
Because yeah, we just had full-on sex in a movie theater with other people sitting close by. Clutching at each other, we try to hold still as I continue to pulse, her pussy still gripping me tight. For a few moments we stay like this, unmoving. I enclose my arms around her, gathering her to me, not wanting to break the spell. But she gently squirms free, still breathing heavily as she glances around. I follow her gaze - no one seems to have noticed our crazy moment of uncontrollable lust. Thank god the movie theater was basically empty! But the fact that Randy and Hillary didn't notice is miraculous. Or were they just pretending out of politeness?
But my little vixen doesn’t care. Janie glances at me, flushed and smiling. She leans in and whispers in my ear.
“Oh geez!” Her expression makes me laugh.
“I know!” I whisper back. Janie steadies herself with her hand against my chest and gently lifts herself off my cock, which is still hard and gleaming from our combined juices.
“I’ll be right back,” she whispers and hurries away as quietly as I try awkwardly to tuck my cock back into my jeans. Vaguely I think to myself I should probably go clean myself up, too, but I can still smell Janie’s pussy on my fingers, and I’m not ready to end this crazy moment yet. My heart’s still hammering in my chest but at least it’s starting to slow now that the girl’s gone. I start coming to my senses as reality starts flooding back in. The explosive car-chase on the screen has come to an end and a much quieter scene is now taking place - our timing has been impeccable.
What the hell just happened? Clearly, I followed Cole’s advice a little too literally. Did I really just fuck a girl in a movie theater, with my cousin only a few seats down? I grimace as I think of what our grandparents would say. Sheesh. Good thing they’re dead because this was wrong on so many levels. And yet, I don’t regret it at all. Because it’s not just about Janie’s incredible body, but it’s about her soul as well. There’s something about this girl that had me gushing my feelings to her within minutes of meeting. And that’s something that terrifies me.
Suddenly, I’m overcome with a terrible anxiety out of nowhere. The firing of a machine-gun on screen has my heart racing, sweat pouring down my face. Confused, I look around the movie theater - but what I’m seeing isn’t the seats and other people, but the shelled-out bunker I’d been in only five weeks ago.
I start hyperventilating, the explosions around me no longer the ones from the movie, but those that killed six soldiers that day. I’d been the sole survivor, lying flat in the dust, waiting for the firing to stop. Unable to move for what felt like hours, I couldn’t afford to give away the fact that the enemy had missed one of us, or I’d be done for. And unfortunately, I had to hold that position until nightfall, muscles burning with the effort until finally, I was able to run out and stumble back to base, retching and heaving the entire way.
And now I’m stumbling out of the movie theater in much the same way. My chest heaves as I clutch at my t-shirt, sweat pouring down my face and drenching the cotton under my leather jacket. I fall to my knees just as Janie comes out of the bathroom. She rushes over, dropping to her knees in at my side.
“Brent!” she whispers urgently. “What’s the matter? Are you okay?” She places her small hands on the side of my face and lifts it up so I'm looking into her caramel eyes, flooded with worry.
“Brent?” she whispers again. No one’s in the lobby, thank god, because this is quite a scene I'm causing: I’ve come back to my senses enough to know that. But I still can't speak. Shaking my head, I fall over into Janie’s lap, sobbing. She doesn’t laugh, she doesn’t call for help, she doesn’t move except for to fold her arms around me, smoothing my hair while rocking me back and forth.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she whispers to me. “You’re going to be fine.”
And even through the shudders that shake my spine, I know that Janie’s right. In the arms of this woman, I’ll come out healed, loved …. and made whole once more.
Chapter 7
JANIE
All night I lie awake, staring at the ceiling, mesmerized by the events of the last few hours. Did that really happen? I’d thought I was doing Netflix and cheesecake in my PJs. But instead, I went on a gorgeous date with a stranger, and had sex with him in the movie theater, that hot cock making me shiver and squeal so loud. But it was more than some hot fling. Because the night finished with me cradling the man in my arms as he inexplicably sobbed on his knees in the lobby. It was all too crazy to comprehend!
I turned over for the millionth time, wondering about the mystery of this beautiful, tortured guy. From the moment I met him, I’d known Brent was special, but I couldn’t have known at that moment what I’d been getting into. He’s an enigma. Or maybe not? A man who’s spent years abroad, at war, shooting enemies and getting shot at, likely watching his friends die. Was it any wonder he was so volatile in his emotions? Sexually and emotionally? After all, our blind date had been his first time out in the “real world” since he’d gotten back a mere five days ago.
But it felt natural to comfort the solider as he cried. It felt right that I should be the one he could let it out with. But after he’d calmed down a bit, and come to his senses, he’d stumbled up awkwardly. He refused to answer my concerned questions, instead avoiding eye contact before leaving me on my knees in the lobby.
I feel confused and empty after everything that happened. Giving up hope of getting any more sleep, I flip open my laptop and start watching my favorite show. The opening credits roll, but I can’t focus. Shit. Giving up on that, too, I sit on the edge of my bed, staring
out through the open window into the mild night. How soon can a person fall in love with another human being? Is love at first sight really possible? Maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was just lust. But at this point, I’m completely confused with respect to the whirlwind of emotions.
As I watch the sun come up I’m none the wiser. Exhaustion overwhelms my frame, and belatedly I remember I have a paper to write today. Damnit. Time for coffee and trying to put this mysterious Brent out of my mind for a bit. Suddenly, a voice interrupts.
“Janie!” calls Amy from a couch in the common room, startling me from my reverie. Tiredly, I run a hand over my eyes before popping my head into the living room.
“Whoops, you okay, hon?” she adds, laughing. “You look a little tired.”
“Yeah, fine,” I answer grumpily. “I just didn’t get much sleep. You look good, though,” I add, changing the subject.
She yawns before stretching her arms over head like a lazy cat.
“Yeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep,” she says. “My fever’s gone and things are looking up.”
I sigh. Well, at least one of us is healthy and cheerful.
“You want coffee?” I grump, putting the pot on.
“Sure, since you’re making it. And by the way,” she says with a wicked gleam to her eyes. “Are you gonna tell be how the date went?”
I shrug, a million things running through my mind. But I can’t share what happened. It was taboo, first of all, and there’s something just too personal about Brent’s breakdown.