Page 65 of Ronen
Instead, we had split a piece of their double chocolate cake, which had turned out to be a good idea. The cake had been yummy, but so decadent and rich, that I doubted either one of us would have been able to finish a whole piece ourselves.
“Now, I’m rethinking my life choices,” Mason muttered, stretching out his long legs, and trying to get comfortable in the rickety seat. “It doesn’t even recline.”
Settling my bucket of popcorn on my lap, because even after the heavy meal and dessert, I wasn’t about to watch an action movie without popcorn, I grinned at him. “Poor baby.”
We were silent as the previews rolled, getting ourselves situated. Mason wiggled a little, groaning softly. “There’s something poking my ass.”
“It’s not me,” I teased, “We’re being good, remember? Keeping our clothes on and all that.”
“Sometimes I have bad ideas,” he whispered in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
Picking up a piece of popcorn, I shoved it in his mouth. “Watch the movie.”
“Shh!” The person in the immediate row in front of us, which wasn’t even that close, turned around and glared at us.
“And, this is why I stay home to watch movies.” I munchedon my popcorn.
“It’s the previews,” Mason muttered, his voice low. “Who even cares about them.”
Pointing a finger at the head in front of us, I whispered, “That guy.”
“Shh!” The head turned around, finger to his lips, shushing us once more.
“Yikes,” Mason whispered in my ear, and I giggled. Turning my head, his lips were so close to mine, we were practically kissing.
“Maybe you should pull out your badge,” I whispered, trying not to laugh.
“What’s that gonna do?”
“Scare him, maybe? I don’t know. We’d better straighten up before he gets management after us.”
The endless previews finally ended, and the movie began. It was one I had been looking forward to seeing, but about twenty minutes into the plot, I figured out who the bad guy was, and pretty much everything that was going to happen.
Glancing around the darkened theater, everyone else was completely engrossed in the movie, including Mason. His warmth enveloped me in a little cocoon, our thighs pressed tightly against each other.
Sitting my popcorn on the floor, I snuggled in closer to Mason, resting my head on his shoulder. His arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me into him.
A need started low in my belly, tingling outward. My cock chubbed up, as I thought about things I could do to Mason in the darkness of the movie. Slick dampened my underwear while my hole throbbed, aching and empty.
Placing one hand on Mason’s chest, right over his heart, I felt the steady thump thump. His hand came up to cover mine, and he kissed the top of my head.
Slowly, my hand crept out from under his, moving downward. Mason let out a little gasp as my hand slid across his rock hard belly, the muscles contracting sharply. He made a hissing sound with his teeth, as I slid my hand between his jeans and his warm skin.
Looking at his face, I found glittering eyes staring at me intently. His breathing picked up, his chest moving rapidly with each breath. His body was tense, as he waited anxiously to see what I was going to do next.
Wiggling my hand in the tight material, I pulled it out and unsnapped his jeans. I swore I heard him let out a sigh of relief, and I almost giggled. Slowly, I slid his zipper down just enough that I had enough room for my hand to slip into his underwear and wrap around his thick, hard, cock.
Mason didn’t let out one sound, but the arm around my shoulders tightened, his hand splaying across my back, spreading heat wherever he touched. His breathing was ragged in my ear, harsh, and listening to it amped up my desire.
Moving my hand up and down his length, I frowned. Pulling my hand from his pants, I leaned down until I found the bucket of popcorn. Burying my hand in the middle of it, I made sure it was coated in butter before pulling it out, and diving back into Mason’s pants.
That was better, I thought, as my slick hand moved up and down his cock. Grasping his cock, I moved my hand over his length, running my hand over his slit, catching the drops of precum and mixing them with the butter.
Mason’s breathing was ragged, his eyes closed tightly, his feet planted firmly on the ground. He spread his legs wider, giving me more room to play, his hips humping the air and into my fist.
Feeling his cock grow hotter, bigger, in my hand, I nipped at his earlobe with my sharp teeth, before pulling the lobe into my mouth. Sucking it in time to the rhythm of my hand movements.
Mason’s hand tightened almost painfully on my back, gripping a handful of my shirt. His muscles tensed, and then his cock was pulsing in my hand. Hot cum spilled over my fingers as he came, shaking beneath me, biting his lip hard to keep from crying out his release.
