webnovel Chapter 213: The Cinema: Head Game 3
Chapter 213: The Cinema: Head Game 3
She pulled back slowly and sat up in her seat, wiping the corner of her mouth with two fingers, her hair still slightly forward around her face from everything. She looked at him.
"We should go somewhere better to finish this," she said.
Liam looked at the screen. The movie was still going, someone running through a dark house, the music doing its thing. "We’re not done with the movie."
Jane looked at him. Then she reached down and moved the edge of her top to the side, pulling it across slowly, her boobs coming into view in the low light of the cinema, full and round, her nipples standing out in the cool air of the room.
She looked at him and said nothing.
Liam looked at her.
Then he looked back at the screen briefly.
Then at her again.
He nodded slowly. "Okay," he said. "I’m sold."
She pulled her top back across, grabbed his hand, and stood up.
She moved fast. Out of the row, up the aisle, through the double doors at the back of the screen without slowing down, Liam keeping up behind her, both of them coming out into the brighter light of the corridor outside.
She turned toward the bathrooms.
They pushed open the men’s room door and stepped in.
"Ha~ ha~ James— deeper—"
The sound came through the men’s room door clear as anything, unmistakably not someone washing their hands.
Liam raised his eyebrows. "That one’s occupied."
Jane looked at the door. Then at him. She pressed her lips together against a smile. "Come on."
She crossed to the women’s bathroom and pushed the door open slowly. She stepped in and Liam followed. She stood still for a moment, listening. The room was quiet. Four stalls, all of them dark underneath, doors all hanging slightly open.
"All ours," she said.
She grabbed his hand again and pulled him into the last stall, the largest one at the end, and pushed the door shut behind them. The lock clicked.
She turned around and put both hands flat on his chest and pushed him back onto the closed toilet lid.
He sat.
She stepped toward him and leaned down, her face close to his neck, her lips finding his collarbone first, then moving upward along his jaw.
Her hands went to the hem of his shirt and she pulled it upward, her palms running up his stomach and chest as the fabric rose.
He lifted his arms and she got it over his head and dropped it somewhere.
Her lips found his chest.
She moved slowly, her mouth traveling across his skin, her tongue pressing lightly at certain points, her hair falling forward and brushing against him as she moved.
His hands went to her waist, feeling the warmth of her through the fabric still on her, and he let her do what she was doing without rushing any of it.
"Mm—"
She kissed lower. Across his stomach. Then back up.
Then she straightened and found his mouth and kissed him properly, both hands on the sides of his face, her body pressing into him as he sat on the toilet lid with his hands on her waist.
He kissed her back.
His hands moved from her waist upward, finding the hem of her top, and she leaned back just slightly to give him room.
He pulled it up and she lifted her arms and it came off and he dropped it on top of his shirt on the floor.
Her boobs were right there.
He looked at them for a second. Full and round, her nipples dark and hard, the skin of them warm in the low light of the bathroom stall.
He leaned forward and took one in his mouth.
"Oh—" Her hands went straight to the back of his head, fingers pressing in, holding him there. Her head dropped back slightly, her hair falling behind her.
He worked slowly.
His tongue moving in circles, feeling her respond to each one, her hands tightening every time he did something specific.
He switched to the other side and she made a sound that bounced off the tiled walls of the stall and she didn’t seem to care at all.
"Mm — ah—"
Her fingers pressed into his hair harder.
He kept going.
His hands on her waist, his mouth on her chest, taking his time with all of it, feeling her shift her weight with every movement he made, her hips moving slightly in front of him, her breathing getting faster above his head.
He moved his hands downward. Across her hips. Finding the waistband of whatever she had on below and working it down slowly, his fingers spreading across her ass as the fabric cleared it, feeling the full soft weight of it in his hands.
She stepped out of it.
He looked up at her.
She was standing in front of him completely naked, her hair loose around her shoulders, her skin warm in the dim light coming through the gap at the top of the stall door.
She looked down at him sitting there, at his trousers still undone from the cinema, at his dick already out and hard, sitting right there between them.
She looked at it. Then at his face.
Then she reached down and wrapped one hand around him, positioning herself above his lap, her knees finding the edges of the toilet lid on either side of his thighs.
She looked at him the whole time. Holding his gaze. Her hand steady on him, guiding, adjusting the angle, taking her time about all of it.
"Go ahead," he said.
She pressed down.
"Oh—" Her eyes went slightly wide as she took him in, her free hand going to his shoulder for balance, her whole body adjusting to the feeling of him filling her from this position.
She held there for a moment.
Then she started moving.
Her hips rising and dropping in a slow deliberate rhythm, her hands on his shoulders, her boobs right in front of his face with every movement she made, swaying forward and pulling back continuously with the motion.
"Mm — ah—"
She picked up the pace. Her sounds coming freely in the quiet of the bathroom, bouncing off the tiles, filling the stall. Her hips moving faster, each stroke deeper than the one before, her whole body finding the rhythm and committing to it fully.
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
"Ah — Liam — oh—"
His hands went to her ass, spreading wide across it, feeling the motion of it as she rode him, the full soft flesh moving under his palms with every stroke.
She kept going.
Her head dropped forward, her hair falling around both of them, her sounds continuous and uncontained, each one arriving before she could decide whether to let it out.
"Oh — yes — ah—"
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
She rode him steadily, her pace building, her boobs bouncing with the rhythm, heavy and continuous, the skin of them flushed from everything. His hands gripped her ass tighter, feeling every movement of it, the softness of it spreading against his palms on each downstroke.
"Mm — oh god — ah—"
Outside the bathroom the cinema corridor was quiet. Inside the stall there was nothing quiet about any of it and neither of them was thinking about that.
She kept riding him.
Steady and committed and completely her own pace, her sounds filling the small space around them, her hands on his shoulders, his hands on her ass, both of them entirely somewhere else from where the evening had started.
She didn’t slow down.
Her hips kept moving, the rhythm she had found settling into something deeper and more focused, each stroke deliberate, her whole body committed to it.
Her boobs swayed with every movement, forward and back, heavy and continuous, her nipples dragging against his chest on the deeper strokes when she leaned into him.
"Ah — mm—"
His hands spread wider across her ass, fingers pressing into the softness of it, feeling every movement she made from underneath.
He gripped tighter and she responded immediately, her pace quickening, her sounds climbing with it.
"Oh — yes — right there—"
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
She had both hands on his shoulders now, using them for leverage, pushing down on each stroke, driving herself deeper onto him with the combined motion of her hips and her arms.
Her head was back, her hair falling behind her, her mouth open with sounds coming out of it continuously that she had completely stopped trying to manage.
"Mm — ah — Liam—"
He pulled her down harder on the next stroke and she made a sound that had no shape to it at all, just raw and immediate, her nails pressing into his shoulders.
’She feels incredible,’ he thought, his jaw tight. ’Every single stroke. Warm and tight and gripping me like she has no intention of letting me go.’
He moved his hands from her ass to her hips, gripping them firmly, starting to meet her on each downstroke, driving upward as she came down, the impact sharper than what she had been managing on her own.
"Oh—" Her whole body jolted. "Oh god—"
"Mm — ah — don’t stop — please—"
Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta. Ta.
Her thighs were shaking slightly against his, the tremor building with every stroke, her pace becoming less controlled, more urgent, her hips chasing something specific now rather than just riding the rhythm.
"Liam — oh — I’m—"
He drove upward harder.
"Ah—" Her back arched, her hands pulling at his shoulders, her boobs pressing against his face as her body curved forward. He felt her tighten around him all at once, her whole body going rigid, her thighs locking against his hips, a long broken sound tearing out of her that bounced off every tile in the stall.
She came.
Her hips kept moving through it, short urgent strokes, her pussy clenching around him in tight continuous waves, her body shaking in his hands, her sounds coming in short broken bursts one after another.
"Oh — oh — oh—"
He held her through it. His hands on her hips, steady, feeling every wave of it pass through her until the shaking slowed and her weight came forward against his chest and she breathed.
He felt it building on his own end now, that familiar pressure climbing fast, her body still gripping him even as she came down from everything, tight and warm and continuous.
’Almost there,’ he thought. ’Right there—’
The bathroom door opened.
Voices came in with it. A man and a woman, mid-conversation, their footsteps sharp against the tiles.
"I cannot believe they were actually doing that in there."