Текст книги "What Piper Needs"
Автор книги: Amanda Abbott
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Instead of sitting in her usual chair, Piper stood in front of the only window in Marianne’s office. There wasn’t much of a view, just the side of a building, but it was one of only a handful of times she’d bothered to even look out it.
“Well, you certainly have a spring in your step today,” Marianne commented from her desk. “Sounds to me like you’re on the road to recovery.”
Piper turned. “I definitely feel springy these days. Life has been very good to me lately. It’s hard to believe life can do such an about-face in such a short amount of time, but it definitely has.”
“Life is just one big about-face, don’t you think?”
“You tell me, you’re the professional.” Piper smiled as she made her way to her favorite chair, crossing one leg underneath herself as she sat. “I can’t help wishing life could be a little more consistent, however. It’s been messing with my head too much over the past few years. But when things like this week happen, and everything seems to fall back into place, I finally feel like I have a handle on it, instead of it handling me.”
“A lot of people feel that same way. You always want to be the one handling your life, not the other way around. That’s why you come here. So you can find better ways to do it.”
“Yeah, but I have to give credit where it’s due. My friend Emma is the one who hit on the fact that I’m an adrenaline junkie. If we could’ve puzzled that out, say, a year or two ago, I might’ve been ramping up my sex life much sooner than this.” Marianne chortled so loud that Piper blinked. “Did you just snort-laugh at me?”
Her therapist was slightly overweight with steel-gray hair worn long and natural when many women over sixty cut theirs short and dyed it. “I did.” She looked pleased with herself. “Piper, we’ve discussed your need for adventure almost daily since the very first time you arrived on my doorstep. That rush you feel during sex, and seeing others have it—that’s an adrenaline high. It’s never been anything else. We’ve even discussed how it acts like a drug on your system.”
Piper was genuinely baffled. She blinked. “Then how come it took me so long to figure it out?”
Marianne shrugged. “Because you weren’t ready. You still carry fear around with you like a security blanket—fear that you won’t be able to handle the emotional pain that might come with the pleasure. But this time, because you heard it from someone other than me, you listened. I think that’s very telling.” She held up a single finger before Piper could add her two cents. “And it makes me realize that it might be time for us to scale back our weekly meetings and for you to use your girlfriends for guidance. I’m afraid they might be able to help you more than I can now.”
“You want to stop our sessions?” Piper opened and closed her mouth, but nothing more came out.
“Of course I don’t want to see you go. But that’s because I enjoy you, not because you need to be here. You bring joy and light to my day, but a good therapist knows when they are no longer of service. Piper, it’s time for you to start seeing your sexual issues in a new light. Unfortunately, it’s not one that I can shine for you. I’ve tried for years, but you almost never take my advice.” She chuckled. “You are so very stubborn.”
“I’ve just been trying to protect myself,” she said. It came out defensively. “It comes across as stubborn, I know it does, but it’s really just self-preservation at its finest.”
Marianne nodded. “That might be true, but I saw the fear ebb in your eyes when you shared with me today. More than I want to keep our sessions, I want you to stay on that track. You don’t need to be frightened of having another breakdown. You’re a strong-minded woman who’s in charge of her life. You aren’t going to make the same mistakes you did all those years ago. You can afford to let loose and be happy, and once you do, you will consistently find the fulfillment that has been alluding you. I promise you.”
“That could happen,” Piper agreed reluctantly. “But I’m also fully capable of making the same mistakes I did before. I am a creature of habit, you know. And what will I do if that happens?”
“If you need me, I’ll always be here.”
“Fine.” Piper crossed her arms. “But I’ll probably be calling you in two weeks.”
“Then I’ll be here.” Marianne folded her hands in her lap. “But you’re not going to need me. You’ll see.”
* * *
“My therapist kicked me out. Now this!” Piper’s voice was animated, but that might be because of the wine. She should have felt more uneasy about Marianne letting her go, but instead she felt exuberant.
They were sitting in Caroline’s kitchen for their weekly STD meeting. Piper held up her phone to show Caroline the e-mail. Then she turned it around and read it out loud. “It says my boss wants to see me bright and early tomorrow morning. He signed it with his full name.” She giggled. “I can’t wait to hear what he has to say about the scandalous Pantygate. The security guards had to have told him I was in the building.”
Caroline picked up a piece of sushi and took a bite. “I still can’t believe you left the panties in there. You have no shame whatsoever, you know that?” She wiped her mouth with a napkin.
“It had nothing to do with shame and everything to do with rocking my libido. Those panties have given me hours upon hours of titillation. For ten bucks, that’s a helluva bang for my buck. And when I say bang, I mean bang.” She angled both index fingers below her waist. “Bang, bang.”
“You crack me up. But I know what you mean,” Caroline said between giggles. “Sometimes I wish I had your kind of balls, but that’s not me. My inner cringe factor would rear its ugly head, and I’d feel guilty about every bit of it, from dirtying up a public table, to traumatizing the poor geek who found your hidden undergarment.”
“Nah. You wouldn’t feel guilty,” Piper said. “Not after some backbone training from me. Plus, I think you’re ballsy enough. You aren’t afraid to go out and get what you want. I, on the other hand, talk big, but when push comes to shove, I totally check out.”
“You check out only because you’re scared, but that’s changing as we speak. I think it’s fantastic that Ms. Cummings—” Caroline covered her mouth. “My Lord, that name gets me every time. I’m glad she stopped your sessions. You’ve been going to her for what? Eight years? It’s time to change things up.” Caroline held her glass aloft. “Here’s to new adventures and great sex.”
Piper clinked her glass with her friend’s and picked up a sushi roll. Caroline had ordered out for tonight’s meeting. “It’s easy for you to say,” Piper said, popping the roll into her mouth. When she finished chewing, she washed it down with some wine. “Because you’re all well-rounded and normal. I’m the one who needs outside help.”
“I need help, too. I’ll always need help. If my mama knew about my sex life, she’d have me locked up under twenty-four-hour guard. But I’ve been thinking about what you said about Emma helping you and her joining our group.” Caroline bit her lip. “And I’m okay with it. If you want to ask her, go ahead. We can both use her guidance, right? She’s been in the lifestyle much longer than we have, and would definitely add something. Jace and I decided we’re not interested in being with them again. If it comes down to another couple, we want new blood.” Caroline grinned. “Or should I say new cock?”
“Caroline Stratton”—Piper covered her mouth so she didn’t spit seaweed and rice all over the table—“you are getting ballsier! And I like it, I do. But every time you say something incredibly dirty, I blush on the inside for you.” Piper chuckled. “You’re so proper, it’s like you’re breaking some kind of nice law when you swear.”
“No need to blush for me. I am getting bolder, but it’s because I’m finally feeling comfortable in my own skin. And that’s thanks to you, my dear friend. These get-togethers have made me feel stronger. More than you know. Working from home feels like purgatory sometimes. I don’t see or talk to anyone else. I have all the time in the world to dwell on the questionable stuff I’ve done and it makes me feel, I don’t know, judged somehow? Does that make sense? Meeting with you every week erases all that and makes me feel normal again—until the next time I feel like getting super dirty.” She politely snorted, then took a sip of her wine. “But the I’m-going-to-hell thoughts are less and less, thank goodness. I’m reaching a peaceful acceptance of myself.”
“That’s fantastic,” Piper said, genuinely happy for her friend. “Okay, I’ll ask Emma to join us. I’m sure she’d be into it, and I think she is going to be a great addition. I’m also having lunch with Gillian next week. Maybe we should invite her, too?” Piper raised an eyebrow as she refilled her wine glass.
Caroline picked up a sushi roll and dipped it in soy sauce. “Yes, the mysterious Gillian. You’ve never really talked about her. Why is that?” She popped the roll into her mouth.
Piper rested an elbow on the table. “Mostly because she’s raunchy. Like, dirty dirty. She loves things raw, hard, and dangerous. She’s a tattoo artist with a dark pixie cut. She’s not exactly full-on BDSM, but close. We’ve had fun with her and Brad over the years, but she’s not your type. Neither is her husband. He’s a biker, covered in tattoos. He’s also really smart. He has some sort of big-time corporate job. But when he gets home, he’s all bad boy. I have to say, he’s completely sexy. He has this deep, baritone voice, and his arms are this big around.” She mimed a large circle with both her hands. “He gives me chills, but he’d likely make you duck and run for cover. We’ve only been with them a handful of times, because they sort of take your breath away—or suck all the available oxygen out of the room.” She laughed. “But I swear, Gillian was born into this lifestyle. She tells it like it is and would have a lot of great things to add. She and Emma have been friends for a long time. I’ll see what Emma thinks first, but we should consider it. I’m not sure how girly girl Gillian gets, or if she’d even be interested in getting together.” Piper shrugged. “But it’s worth asking them.”
“It all sounds good to me,” Caroline said as she sat back in her seat. “At this point I’m really thinking the more, the merrier. Women in this lifestyle don’t grow on trees. But let’s both agree that if one of us is uncomfortable, we should be able to vote them out or change things up. I don’t want to lose this dynamic.” She motioned between them. “I love what we have together.”
“Oh, totally. I don’t want to ruin this either,” Piper said. “This was ours first. If either one of us feels uncomfy, we toss out the offending member. When I bring it up to Emma, I’ll make the invite sound more informal. Then if we want to, we can ask her to make it a weekly thing. She had some funny things to say about her neighborhood. She surprised me with her personality, in a good way. I think this is going to work.”
“I’m willing to try it out. So what’s next in sex adventureland for you?” Caroline asked. “Any more workplace plans?”
“Possibly. Michael wants to make a top-ten sex list, with each of us putting down five.”
Caroline rubbed her hands together. “That sounds fun! Do tell. What’s on your list?”
“I don’t actually know yet. He just thought it up.” Piper got up from Caroline’s table and walked over to a drawer by the phone. She knew where everything was in Caroline’s house, because it was her second home. She plucked out a small pad of paper and a pen. The notepad had one of Caroline’s drawings on it. A beautiful train of ivy. “Let’s work on it right now.” Piper headed back to the table right as Jace, Caroline’s husband, walked in from work.
Piper watched her friend positively beam at her husband as he strode into the kitchen. Piper understood why. Jason Stratton was a specimen of a man. Tall, dark, broad-shouldered, and athletic.
And that man loved his wife. It was written all over his face.
“Hi, ladies. How’s it going?” he asked as he gave his wife a kiss. “Mm. You taste like wine. I like it.”
Caroline teased, “That’s because wine equals great sex. It’s Thumpin’ Thursday, after all.”
“That, too.” Jace winked. “I’m going to grab a quick snack and head downstairs to put together that toy we ordered. It arrived yesterday. I’ll be awaiting you at your convenience.”
Caroline’s gaze darkened. “I can’t wait to try it.”
“I’ll see you ladies later.” He grabbed a bag of chips out of the pantry and a Coke out of the fridge, then walked out of the kitchen, whistling.
Piper’s eyebrows hit her hairline. “What toy? Have you been holding out on me? And, by the way, I’m totally putting toys on my sex list.” She jotted down numbers one through five on the notepad. “But I want to try something really dirty.” Piper glanced up and saw Caroline gazing longingly after her husband. “Okay, spill it. What’s he assembling that’s got you so distracted?”
Caroline appeared a little sheepish, glancing down into her drink. “Well, it’s a…little embarrassing! All this sex-confessing is new for me. It’s just an automated…thingy.”
“What, like a battery-operated dildo?”
“No, it’s a…whole contraption. It’s a—” Caroline stopped to down her drink. After she swallowed, she cleared her throat, and finished, “It’s a fuck machine.”
“A what?” Piper gave out a peal of laughter. “Are you kidding me? Like one of those things where you lie on a board and a dildo on a stick fucks you?”
“Kind of, I guess.” Caroline shrugged, and then started to giggle. Her laughter quickly turned into less-polite snorts, which she tried to cover with the back of her hand. “Don’t ask me for details! Jace thought I might like it, and I told him I’d try it. Hell, he knows nowadays I’ll try anything once. His plan is to get me to feel like another guy is fucking me while he’s doing his thing. And, you know, it just might work. Especially after all this wine.” Caroline, still chortling, poured herself another glass. “Actually, saying it out loud makes it even sexier.” She had a twinkle in her eye. “I hope it’s not too hard to put together. I saw the box. It was huge.”
Piper hooted with laughter.
She was no longer able to call Caroline tame.
This proper woman from South Carolina was putting Piper to shame in the experimental department. But that was about to change. “Okay, sex goddess,” Piper chirped, “I’m making my list now, and you have to help me. I want toys, too. I’m counting both the office sex encounters as number one, so toys are technically second. I need three more. For toys, I’m thinking a double strap-on. What do you think?” Piper wrote TOYS! in all caps in the number two spot. “It’s always been a fantasy of mine to be a Dom, but just for a night. Not with whips or anything. I just want to feel like a boss and in control of what happens for an entire night.”
“Are you sure Michael will be okay with that? A double strap-on means…oh, my, it means…” She blushed. “I’m not sure Jace would—”
“Are you kidding me?” Piper cut her off. “If it got you going, Jace would do it in less time than it takes to pop open a can of soda. Like you said, we would try anything once, and so would our men. And, yes, I actually think Michael will enjoy it. The man hates being bored, and this is the furthest thing from boring. In fact, rectal orgasms for men are supposed to be completely intense. I think Mikey will likey a lot.”
“You don’t have to tell me about rectal orgasms.” Caroline winked. “I know they’re intense.” She had a satisfied look on her face as she took a sip of her wine.
“Caroline!”
“What?” She laughed as she set down her glass. “You don’t have to use a strap-on to get to that particular prize.” She held up her hand and wiggled the first two fingers. “A finger or two works just fine.”
“Oh my God!” Piper cried. “I’ve created a monster! If you keep saying things like this, I’m going to shoot wine out of my nose. What haven’t you done? No, don’t answer that.” She waved a hand in front of her. “I kind of like finding out this crap as we go. But if this keeps up, I’m going to have to think up some hard-core nicknames for you like Assrocks or Plumbline. Or make you get a tattoo.”
“Oh! I’ve always wanted a tattoo!” She clapped. “Something sexy on my pelvic bone.”
Piper snorted. “Dude, who are you?”
“I’m a liberated woman, that’s who I am. I’m also the gal who’s going to help you make your sex list.” She folded her arms on the table. “So let’s get to it, shall we?”
Piper grinned as she positioned her pen over the paper. “Okay, what’ve you got for me, Nippleclamp?”
Caroline giggled. “Well, these are your top fantasies, not mine. But knowing you the way I do, I’d have to say you’re going to have to get yourself into a bathroom stall somehow. I know you did the selfies in there, but sex in a public restroom should be up there—or in an elevator. I’ve always wanted to do it in an elevator. What about sex somewhere in plain sight? A place where everyone can see you, but no one knows you’re doing the nasty.”
Piper nodded and jotted it down. “Where is this magical place? Do tell.”
“I don’t know.” Caroline shrugged. “Maybe a concert? Think about it. Tons of chaos, people standing, sitting, and dancing all around you. It could be done if you wore the right clothing.”
“I like that. A concert has potential. There are a few bands we love to go see, and one of them is really popular. They play bar venues mostly, but the places are always packed. It could happen.”
“There you go, see?” Caroline said. “So you have office sex. You put down raunchy toys, I see. Add bathroom-stall sex, public sex…and you need one more.”
“I told Michael we were going to do it on his boss’ Italian leather couch.”
Caroline shook her head. “No, you already did it at the office twice. So not on the couch, but what about in his boss’ house?”
“Say what?”
“I don’t know!” Caroline chuckled. “It could happen. You snag a dinner invite and do it in one of his spare rooms.” She picked up her wine and swirled the glass. “That could be hot.”
“Now I know you’re drunk. You can’t just snag an invite to the home of one of the partners of a huge law firm—oh, but wait a minute!” Piper tapped her pen on the paper excitedly. “They’re announcing a new partner in the next few weeks, and they always have a get-together to celebrate. Sometimes it’s at a partner’s house. I’ll put it down as a maybe.” She wrote it down with a question mark after it. “If that doesn’t work, I’ll just put down ‘orgies.’ That covers a lot of hot bases.”
“I had no idea you were into orgies.” Caroline reached for a sushi roll. “That’s not my thing. I don’t think I could ever attend one. Being with one other couple was too intense for me. An orgy would be like sensation overload.”
“You know, I’ve always been curious about orgies, but have never been brave enough to try. Michael and I have discussed it on more than one occasion. The old me never followed through, but the new kickass Piper who’s in charge of her life? I think that girl might like it. I also know Michael would be incredibly surprised by it, and that makes me get a wettie just thinking about it.”
“You know, Emma might have the down low on orgies around town,” Caroline offered. “If anyone is clued in, she would be.”
“She might be, but I’d bet my favorite handbag that Gillian knows for sure. I’ll ask her when I see her next week.”
9
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Michael sat in his car outside Piper’s office building, phone in hand. It was noon on Friday, and he was about to enact number one on his top five. He and Piper had decided not to share their lists with each other. Instead, they were going to keep them secret and unveil them as they went. Last night they’d both agreed to be good sports and go along with whatever the other wanted, ending with a pinky swear, followed by some heavy foreplay.
His phone buzzed.
I’M COMING.
It buzzed again.
WELL, NOT COMING COMING. YET. B THERE IN 2.
Michael smiled, remembering last night, licking every inch of her, teasing her, and informing her she had to wait until today for her release. She’d given him some choice words. Once Piper had fallen asleep, it’d taken everything he’d had not to go in the bathroom and jerk off because it’d been so hot.
His phone buzzed again.
DO I GET ANY HINTS?
He texted back.
NOPE.
She responded.
U R CAGEY. CUMMING NOW. HA!
He glanced up to see his wife walking down the steps. He was parked in a loading zone with his hazards on, but again, this was Madison, not New York. Very few cars were trying to pull up to the building.
Piper got in. Once she was settled, she turned to him. “Okay, where to, Mikey?”
He eased away from the curb. “You’ll see very soon.” He loved it when she called him Mikey. No one ever did, so it was just theirs. She only did it when she was feeling playful.
“I have an hour at most,” she told him. “My boss delayed the Pantygate interrogation until one thirty. I haven’t figured out who else he’s talking to, but it has to be whoever else came in that night.”
“I’ll be curious to see who it is.”
“Me, too. I’ll have to pump Larry for info.” She waggled her eyebrows at him. “So where are we going, huh?”
“Not too far away, and how long we’re there depends on how quickly you come.” He grinned at her. “If it’s quick, you’ll be back very soon. If not, we’ll see.” Piper looked beautiful. Her hair was down, and she had on casual work attire, which included the skirt he’d asked her to wear, as well as a gauzy white shirt. The skirt was one of his favorites and would work well for what he had planned.
“That depends on how hot it is,” Piper shot back. “I’m curious to see what’s number one on your list.”
“It won’t take you long to figure it out once we get there,” Michael said. “And number one is counting down. Number five is my pinnacle. This is just something I’ve always wanted to try.”
He pulled into a parking garage a few blocks later.
Piper craned her head around as he drove up the ramp. “You’re taking me to the mall?”
They had indeed entered a mall parking ramp. “Not exactly.” Michael continued to drive up to the fourth floor, finding a spot by the doors.
Piper glanced at him with a grin. “What are you up to?”
“I’m not saying, but there might be popcorn involved.” He winked as he turned off the car.
“The movie theater! I should’ve known. This has been on your list for a long time.” She shook her head as she unbuckled her seat belt. “I think you’ve been begging me for this ever since we first started dating.”
“Begging you for a blow job in the back row. Yes, that has long been a dream of mine. But today we’re skipping the BJ and going straight to full-on sex.”
He heard Piper’s breath hitch. “Are you kidding me?” she asked. “How are we going to manage that?”
“You’ll see.”
They got out of the car. Michael grabbed Piper’s hand as she came around the back, tugging her toward the doorway. “You know, if we get caught, we can get arrested for public indecency or something like that,” Piper told him, her voice rushed in excitement.
He held the door open for her. “I know. I’m a lawyer. But why are you suddenly worried about getting caught? I thought that’s what you craved. The adrenaline rush of someone catching us. This is perfect.”
“I do, but getting arrested doesn’t sound that fun.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’re not going to get caught.” He took her hand once again and walked her down the hallway to the box office, where he said, “Two for Dark Warrior, please.”
“Dark Warrior?” Piper whispered as Michael got their tickets and turned.
“Yep.” Michael wrapped an arm around her waist. “It’s been out the longest and has the worst reviews. I called the theater yesterday, and it’s showing in only one of two theaters where we can pull this off. I told you not to worry. I’ve got this covered.”
“How do you know what the theaters look like?”
“I did a little recon this week.” Michael grinned at her surprised expression. “I bought a ticket the other day for a matinee, then snuck into every theater to check them out.”
Piper smacked his bicep and giggled. “You’re like 007! My panties are drenched thinking of you doing recon—oh, wait, that’s right, I’m not wearing any panties.”
Michael couldn’t react the way he wanted to because they’d just approached the popcorn counter.
“One popcorn and two Cokes,” Michael told the attendant.
Once they had their food, they headed down a long, carpeted hallway. The theater was just outside a mall that had opened downtown at least fifteen years ago. It was showing its wear.
“What number are we?” Piper asked.
Michael glanced at his ticket. “Eleven. It’s on the end, to the right.”
They entered the theater and there wasn’t another soul inside. “Go all the way up to the top and cut across to the other side. I’ll follow you.” He gestured with his arm.
The projection booth jutted out into the theater, and there were seats on either side of the booth. The far side was shielded from the main entrance where people came in. If someone chose to sit close to them, they’d have to forfeit the mission and try again later. Piper was right. Neither of them was out to commit a lewd act in front of anyone.
They took their seats in the far corner next to the wall of the projection booth.
“Well, this is handy,” Piper said. “You really did scope this place out.”
Michael nodded. “Of course I did. I wanted it to work. But if it doesn’t, I’m telling you right now, I’m taking you back out to the car and doing you in the backseat. After last night, there’s no way we’re not doing it.”
Piper gave him a full-throated laugh. “I’m all for that. I’m so horny right now, I might crawl out of my skin. How long till curtain time?”
“Seven minutes, babe. Only seven minutes.”
* * *
Only three other people had entered the theater before the previews started. A lone guy and a couple who looked to be about college age. They’d all sat in the main area, but knowing they were there made Piper’s heart beat erratically. But in an exciting way.
This was right up her alley.
She didn’t know how they were going to pull off the sex part, but she was willing to try. She’d seen the trailers on TV for this movie. Its sole purpose was to try to revive an older action star’s career. The movie was bound to be loud, with tons of crap blowing up. But would that be enough cover? Hard to know. Piper wondered what the other people in the theater thought seeing the two of them up in the nosebleed seats when the rest of the theater was empty. She grinned.
“Pull your skirt up,” Michael whispered to her during the next preview, which was another action movie, “enough so I can see curl.”
A shudder ran through her as she set her popcorn down and did as he asked. The lights weren’t fully down yet. The moment her skirt hit her upper thighs, her husband’s hand slid over, moving toward her center very quickly.
She opened her legs, scooting the fabric up, reclining.
When he touched her, she had to stifle a loud moan.
Michael groaned softly as he moved his fingers. “You’re so wet already.”
“Of course I am,” she said, stifling another moan as his talented fingers hit her in exactly the right spot. “This is hot. I’m ready to burst.”
“There’s no bursting for you unless you’re on top of my cock.” Michael’s voice was firm as his fingers continued to fondle her.
The preview ended, and the next one began.
This one was for a sci-fi action flick, and it was loud. Piper took advantage of the volume and allowed herself to moan. “It’s not going to take me long at all,” Piper confessed as she rolled her hips into her husband’s hand. She heard a noise and glanced over to see Michael unzipping his pants. “I’m not sure how we’re going to—”
Michael leaned over, slanting his lips across hers as he inserted two fingers inside her.
Piper bucked against them.
It was a wild, Pavlovian response.
He broke the kiss, and she licked her lips.
“Don’t worry about the how,” Michael whispered, settling his mouth against her neck. “No one can see us unless they turn around, and they have no reason to do that. Once it gets dark, I’m settling you on my cock.”
Thinking of riding her husband reverse cowgirl in this theater almost made her come, especially with Michael’s fingers working his magic. She reached down and stilled his hand. “If you keep doing that,” she said, “it’s all over.”
Michael pulled back, grinning at her hard. He kissed her on the cheek. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can’t stand it. This is the best lunch ever.”
“It’ll be the best lunch ever as soon as I have an orgasm. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here, Mikey.”
The previews ended, and the theater announcements came on. Piper giggled as she imagined the theater company adding an addendum to the PSA about shutting off your cell phone: And please inform management if you notice that couple in the back row fucking each other senseless.
The lights finally dimmed and the movie started.
The first scene opened with a chopper full of guys with guns. Seconds later, there were loud explosions and yelling everywhere.
Michael brought his hand back down and teased her legs apart. She opened them wantonly. With the lights out, Piper felt bolder. She wiggled in her seat, slouching down, angling her body toward her husband’s hand.
“That’s it,” her husband whispered. “Let me get you ready.”
“Oh, I’m already ready. I’m just enjoying the world right now.”
Michael nodded in the direction of his lap, and she followed his gaze to his erection. Piper could see pre-come glistening on the tip. It sent new shivers through her. She slid her hand over the armrest and ran her fingertips along his silky wetness. He jumped at her touch, barely containing his loud rumble of pleasure. “This is going to be good,” he murmured.
“So good. We could both be eating alone today in our respective offices. Count yourself as lucky.”
“I’m more than lucky,” her husband replied. “I’m fucking lucky.” He shifted to the side to help her get out of her seat.
She moved onto Michael’s lap, her back to his front.
Piper pulled her skirt up as she went. The movie was loud, and things were still blowing up. Michael’s hands were under her ass. “I’m going to lean up,” she told him. “And you’re going to slide that hard cock inside me.” She grabbed on to the seat in front of her and arched her hips up.
