Chapter 371: Having Sex In The Cinema II

Sean’s cock twitched in her grip. "You’ve thought about this."

"I’ve thought about it every day for weeks." She released him and stepped backward, her eyes never leaving his. One of the chairs was behind her, and she sank into it, spreading her legs wide. The black lace of her panties was already soaked through, clinging to the shape of her pussy. "Now be a good boy and make me come first."

He dropped to his knees in front of her.

The concrete of the field was cold beneath him, but he barely noticed. His hands slid up the inside of her thighs, pushing them wider, and she shivered at the contact. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and she lifted her hips so he could pull them off. The scent of her arousal hit him immediately—warm and musky and intoxicating.

"Look at you," he said, running a finger through her slick folds. "So wet for me already."

"I’ve been wet for you since you rented this stadium." Her head fell back against the chair. "Since you did something so completely unnecessary and so perfectly you that I had to sit through an entire film pretending I wasn’t aching for you."

Sean lowered his head and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh.

She gasped.

He did it again, on the other side, closer to where she wanted him but not there yet. Her hips shifted, seeking his mouth, and he held her steady with a grip on her thighs.

"Tease," she breathed.

"You love it."

"I love it when you make me wait. I hate it. I love it."

He put his mouth on her.

The moment his tongue touched her clit, her whole body arched and she cried out—a sharp, broken sound that echoed off the empty seats and disappeared into the night above. Sean licked into her with slow, deliberate strokes, learning her rhythm, finding the spots that made her gasp and the pressure that made her moan. Her fingers tangled in his hair, not guiding but holding, anchoring herself to him as he worked her clit with his tongue.

"Right there," she whimpered. "Just like that—don’t stop—"

He slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward, and she bucked against his face. The wet sounds of his mouth on her filled the silent stadium, obscene and perfect against the backdrop of forty thousand empty seats. He sucked her clit between his lips and pressed his tongue against the sensitive bud, and Makima shattered.

Her thighs clamped around his ears and a scream tore from her throat—louder than the movie had been, louder than anything in this vast space—and her whole body convulsed as the orgasm ripped through her. Sean kept licking, kept sucking, drawing it out until she was trembling and gasping and pushing weakly at his forehead.

"Okay," she panted. "Okay. Shit. That was—"

She didn’t finish the sentence. She grabbed his arm and pulled him up, then pushed him into the chair she’d just been sitting in. The leather was warm from her body. She dropped to her knees between his legs with the same grace she did everything, and looked up at him with eyes that were still glazed from her orgasm.

"My turn," she said.

She took him into her mouth without preamble.

Sean’s hips jerked involuntarily, but she held him steady with one hand on his thigh and took him deeper. Her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock as she drew back, and then she was swallowing him again, her throat relaxing to take him all the way. The heat and pressure were overwhelming.

"Jesus," he breathed. "Makima—"

She pulled off with a wet pop. "You taste so good. I’ve been thinking about this too. About your cock in my mouth. About swallowing your cum."

She took him again, and this time there was nothing slow about it. Her head bobbed in a rhythm that was almost punishing, her hand working the base while her lips sealed around the head. Spit slicked everything, dripped down her chin, made obscene sounds that would have been embarrassing anywhere else but here, in this stadium with its forty thousand empty seats, it was the hottest thing Sean had ever experienced.

"You like that?" she asked, pulling off just long enough to stroke him with both hands. "You like watching me suck your cock in the middle of this stadium?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Tell me when you’re close. I want to swallow it all."

She took him deep again, and this time when she pulled back there were tears at the corners of her eyes, and she was making small desperate sounds in the back of her throat that vibrated through his entire body. The pressure built at the base of his spine, coiling tighter with every stroke of her tongue.

"I’m close."

She didn’t stop. She looked up at him, held his gaze, and took him as deep as she could. Her throat worked around him, swallowing, and the sensation was what finally pushed him over. His orgasm hit like a shockwave, and he came hard, his cock pulsing against her tongue while she swallowed, again and again, taking everything he gave her and still wanting more.

When he finally stilled, she pulled off gently and opened her mouth to show him.

Then she swallowed one last time and smiled.

"Delicious," she said. "Now I want you to fuck me."

She rose and turned, bracing herself against the back of the abandoned movie screen. Her ass was smooth and round, her legs spread slightly, and when she looked over her shoulder at him there was pure hunger in her eyes. "I want it raw. No condom. I want to feel you bare inside me."

Sean stood, his cock already hardening again at the sight of her. He positioned himself behind her and ran his length along her slit, gathering her wetness. She was absolutely soaked, and the sight of his cock sliding along her pussy made them both groan.

"Put it in me," she begged. "Please, Sean. I need it."

He pushed forward.

The sensation was electric. Raw, bare skin against bare skin, nothing between them. Her pussy gripped him so tightly he had to stop and breathe, had to steady himself against the screen. Makima moaned and pushed back against him, taking him all the way.

"More," she gasped. "Fuck me harder. Fuck me like the stadium is ours because it is."

Sean grabbed her hips and drove into her with hard, deep strokes. The screen creaked under their weight. The sounds of their bodies coming together echoed off the empty seats, slap after slap of flesh against flesh, mixing with Makima’s escalating moans.

"I’m going to come inside you," he growled. "I’m going to fill this pussy up."

"Please. God, please. Cum inside me, Sean. I want to feel it. I want to feel you cum inside my pussy."

Her words pushed him over the edge, and as his release tore through him he felt her climax simultaneously, her pussy clenching around him in violent waves. They cried out together, her scream and his groan merging into one sound that filled the stadium and vanished into the night. Sean emptied himself inside her, pulse after pulse, until his legs threatened to give out.

She reached behind her and pulled him closer, still connected. "I want you in my ass now," she whispered. "While you’re still inside me."

He pulled out slowly, his cum leaking down her inner thigh, and positioned himself at her tightest entrance. She was slick from her own juices and his cum, but he used his fingers to spread the wetness back, preparing her. She pushed back against him and he sank into her ass with a low groan from both of them.

It was tighter, hotter, and the feeling of being inside her this way—raw, no barriers—was almost too much. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, his hand reaching around to rub her clit, and within minutes she was coming again, screaming his name while he drove into her. Her orgasm triggered his, and he flooded her ass with his cum, the sensation of filling her up making him lightheaded.

When he slipped out, they both collapsed to the concrete floor, breathing hard. Makima turned and kissed him deeply, tasting her own cum on his lips, and he tasted his cum on hers.

"One more," she said. "In my mouth. Let me finish you properly."

And she crawled down his body, took his spent cock into her mouth, and brought him back to life once more with her tongue. Minutes later, with her name on his lips, he came again, and she swallowed every drop.