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“Can I come?” he asked, ready to hold back if I wasn’t satiated enough.

“Fill me up,” I whispered.

He thrust into me three more times and then stopped, his mouth open but holding back his moans. His cock throbbed as he shot rope after rope. My own dick twitched violently, and just the feeling of him coming inside me was enough. I shot my load onto my stomach as well, unable to hold back the moans anymore. I let them out, and when Jack heard me going wild, he joined me.

“Fuck it, the room’s soundproofed,” he said, moaning and thrusting his dick into me again. I dug my fingertips into his back and pulled him onto me. I didn’t care that this would also smear my cum on his chest, making the mess even bigger. Being with him, doing this, was just too damn hot to give a fuck what I would think about it in ten minutes. His friends knew what we were doing here anyway, and I bet they didn’t choose leather seats by accident.

Jack thrust into me one last time before lifting his head. I reached for his cheek to make sure he was looking at my face, but before I could say what was on my mind, the sound system blasted it through the room.

"I love you, Jack," the female lead in the movie said, and we both burst out laughing.

“Don’t steal my words,” I yelled at the screen before I turned my eyes back to him. “You know, that’s what I was just about to say, right?”

Jack gazed at me as if the words had come out of my mouth. “I do.” He kissed me again and then pushed himself off me,taking in the sticky mess on his chest. “What do you think? Should we leave it and walk out of here like that?” He bit his bottom lip, glancing at me.

“Okay, now Ihaveto say it myself.” I stood up, stepped in front of him, put my hand on his shoulder, and pulled him into another sticky hug. “Ifuckinglove you, Jack.”

“I love you, too.” His hands searched my shoulder blades. “But I have to admit I only suggested staying like this to tease you.”

I let go of him and found his face as red as a tomato. "I know." Even if he didn't mean it, it didn't change what I had just said or why. I just loved how he spoke so freely around me, how we could be vulnerable and playful with each other, and how every minute with him felt like the most precious gift.

The storyof how we cleaned up is one we vowed never to tell anyone. (It didn’t include us sneaking through the hotel—naked and covered in cum—to the restroom on the other side of the corridor. And it definitely didn't include me getting so turned on by this that my boner wouldn't go down, which didn't lead to Jack getting horny again and giving me another blowjob right then and there.)

By the time we got back to the cinema, the credits were already rolling. We got dressed again, made sure there was no evidence left on the seats, put the Blu-ray back where it came from, and made our way back downstairs.

Jack called out for Jason, and only after three full minutes of waiting by the main entrance did he stick his head through a swinging door—now, for some reason, without his shirt on.

“Let’s get together for a double date soon,” Jason said, winking at us, and then disappeared without another word.

“He knew what we were doing, right?” I asked.

“I bet we weren’t the only ones, to be honest.”

We stood there for a moment, letting that sink in before Jack squeezed my shoulder. “Wanna go home?”

I nodded. I couldn’t wait to get back to the small one-bedroom apartment we shared. It wasn’t much, and if my parents saw it, they would probably hate it. Still, I couldn’t care less. it felt more like home than anywhere else I had lived before. The reason for that was no secret. Wherever Jack was, it felt like home to me.

He put his arm around my shoulder and led me back to his pickup truck. The air was still chilly, but being close to him, I didn't feel cold. It was as if his warmth radiated to everything he touched.

“Thanks for a great night,” I said as we reached the car. I turned to him, my grin as wide as the night sky. “It was the best date I have ever been on.”

Jack’s cheeks glowed as his eyes met mine. “Best dateyet.”

He was right. This was just the beginning. There were thousands of dates to come, a lifetime of days I wanted to spend with him, and I couldn't wait to savor every one of them.

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