Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis Book 1) Golden Angel (top 10 non fiction books of all time TXT) 📖

Mitch’s hand continued sliding up Domi’s skirt, his other hand caressing her breast as the pair on-screen ended up in a hotel room. They looked at each other, attraction and heat sizzling across the silver screen, then came together in a hot, passionate kiss. Mitch’s fingers reached Domi’s wet heat and slipped between her folds.

Domi

Oh, fuck…

While no longer a stranger to the exhibitionism of the kink clubs, what Mitch was doing to her in the middle of the movie theater was wildly outside her realm of experience. When she’d been in high school, she and her friends had giggled over the idea of doing something like this but had never actually done it.

Mitch had one hand up her shirt, fondling her breast, the other up her skirt, stroking her pussy. Domi thought she might spontaneously combust. Her body was thrumming with need, nerves tingling from the sensations and the heady excitement of knowing someone could catch them.

Her hand drifted over, settling on his lap and his incredibly hard cock, and he moaned softly in her ear. On-screen, the characters were already ripping each other’s clothes off, the sexy music, sights, and sounds adding to what Mitch was doing to her. It was sexy as fuck, in a heart-pounding, adrenaline-producing, anxiety-ridden kind of way.

If someone looked back at her and Mitch right now, would they realize what was happening in the back row? Would they know? Would they care?

Would they watch?

Domi mewled, resting her head against his shoulder and spreading her legs wider as Mitch slipped his fingers inside her. Her own fingers tightened around his cock, rubbing the stiff shaft through his jeans. Panting for breath, her inner muscles tensed as the heel of his palm pressed against her clit, trapping the sensitive bud between his hand and her body as fingers plucked her nipples.

On-screen, the couple tumbled into bed, and Domi shuddered. Dammit, she wanted to be in bed with Mitch. Up against a wall. Anywhere she could get his cock in her.

Yet the forbidden taboo of touching each other in a movie theater, knowing they couldn’t go farther, contributed to her excitement in a way she hadn’t expected. It was wickedly hot. Mitch’s fingers pressed deeper, the base of his hand rubbing her clit in slow circles, driving her wild as pleasure shot through her.

A bite of pain nipped at its heels when he twisted her nipple, harshly enough to delight her masochist side.

“Be quiet, Domi,” he whispered, hands moving, fingers probing, pinching. “Absolutely silent.”

She bit her lip and arched her back, closing her eyes as ecstasy rose higher. The fingers inside her stroked and pressed, his hand rocking against her clit, and Domi shuddered with the hot rapture of forbidden bliss that blasted through her body. Fingers gripped Mitch’s cock hard through his pants, her other hand digging into the seat beneath her as she barely managed to keep from crying out.

Mitch kept caressing, stroking until he’d wrung every last spasm of her orgasm from her all-too-willing body, leaving her limp from the pleasure. She opened her eyes, turning to look at him. Their eyes connected for a brief moment, then his mouth was on hers, hungrily kissing her.

The hand between her legs slipped away, and a moment later, he broke off the kiss and pushed her head down.

Somehow, he’d managed to get his pants open enough to free his cock. It stood up from the center of his lap, eagerly awaiting her lips, and Domi did not disappoint. Her body still humming from her climax, she felt dizzy as she took him between her lips.

Humming with pleasure around the thick shaft, she swallowed him deep, happy to have him inside her, even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted. Domi liked giving head. She especially liked it when the man took control, the way Mitch did now, his hand on the nape of her neck, holding her down as his hips thrust up, pushing him deeper.

Her tongue flicked along the shaft, her throat working as he slid in. Mitch groaned, but it blended into the moans still coming from the screen. Domi’s hand gripped his thigh, squeezing, and she sucked hard.

A few more bobs of her head, slicking the length of his cock as she moved up and down, pausing only to tease the bulbous head before sliding her lips back over him, and she felt his fingers tense. His hand pressed down harder, pinning her in place, his cock deep in her throat.

Hot liquid pulsed, and she swallowed, still sucking in long, hard pulls until he was completely drained, and she was dizzy from the lack of air.

When he pulled her upright, cuddling her in his arms, she was giggling from the wild glee of having fooled around in a movie theater. Reaching up, she tried to pat and twist her curls back into place but was pretty sure it was a fairly useless attempt.

“Good girl,” Mitch murmured in her ear, kissing her temple.

Worth it.

Their clothing set to rights, her hair still mussed, and her lips swollen, but otherwise normal, they watched the rest of the movie, cuddled up in their double seat.

It was definitely the best second date she’d ever had.

Chapter Fifteen

Mitch

“You are so lucky you didn’t get caught,” Brian said, shaking his head, with what Mitch assumed was reluctant admiration.

“Would have been worth it even if we had.” Mitch grinned. The element of danger, the excitement of knowing someone could have caught them… it’s not like there had been kids in the theater. Besides, the important point was they hadn’t been. No harm, no foul.

Suppressing a smile, Kincaid shook his head. He was the only one Mitch had been a little nervous about telling. While Kincaid was incredibly tolerant of a lot of shenanigans, he was a police detective.

“Tell me you never did anything of the sort before,” Zach said, arching an eyebrow at Brian. “Also, hurry up and finish shuffling.”

Chuckling, Brian gave the cards one last shuffle before dealing